He planted a kiss on your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your husband's hands gently kneaded the flesh of your stomach, his calloused fingers rubbing circles on your soft skin.

"Beautiful," he mumbled; his gaze met yours in the mirror you were standing in front of.

Charles pressed another kiss to your neck, his hands squeezing your belly fat as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "Absolutely gorgeous, you are..."