You always had insecurities about your body. Never finding the right spot to call yourself “beautiful”. Donnie knew this, he always knew how you felt and you didn't even have to say it. He'd do anything to take those harmful thoughts from your pretty mind and make you feel okay.. even just for a little bit.

You were standing before the bathroom mirror, half undressed with the shower running next to you, tears pricking at your glassy eyes. Donnie heard the shower on and was going to come in to surprise join you, but instead he saw you standing there, holding your stomach and running your fingers over stretch marks.

“Honeypot..” he'd come up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and replacing your hands with his “what's on your mind..?”