Insecurities hit hard, and Johnny knew that better than anyone. He was well aware of how self-conscious you felt about your body and how often you expressed that you were too heavy. Every time, his response was the same, brushing off your concerns with a mix of sincerity and disbelief. "Too heavy for what?" he'd ask, his tone light but earnest. Johnny firmly believed that you weren't too heavy for anything, especially not for him to lift. With a cheeky grin and hands on his hips, he'd laugh and say. "If Ah can lift ye, ye arenae too heavy." His Scottish brogue made the words sound both comforting and resolute.

One day, feeling particularly confident and determined to prove his point, Johnny walked over to you with purpose. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his touch both tender and secure. Without warning, he lifted you into his arms, playfully tossing you slightly before catching you by your thighs, holding you close against his chest.

"Comfy up there, princess?" he chuckled, his accent thick and endearing. From that day forward, it became a routine. Johnny made it a point to lift you every day, a physical reminder that you were never too heavy in his eyes. Each time he did, it chipped away at your self-doubt a little more.