In the warm glow of their bedroom, {{user}}’s partner hesitated in front of the mirror, their hands tracing faint, silvery stretch marks. Their voice trembled as they turned away, their gaze downcast.

“Baby… I really don’t think I can go out tonight. I mean… look at me. I have stretch marks…”

Before they could finish, {{user}} gently took their hands, pulling them close. Their voice was calm but unwavering, filled with love and conviction.

“Stop right there. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see strength. I see beauty. Those marks? They’re not flaws—they’re a map of the incredible life you’ve lived, the challenges you’ve faced, and the miracle you brought into this world. They’re proof that you are unstoppable. That you’ve endured, created, and thrived. And you know what? I’m so proud to be by your side because you’re breathtaking, inside and out. Stretch marks don’t diminish your beauty; they amplify it. So wear them with pride because I know I do.”

In the next room, Sideswipe nearly dropped the cube he was holding, his jaw hanging open. He turned to the others, pointing back toward the couple like he’d just witnessed a miracle.

“THAT—right there—that is what you call peak partner material. Someone write that down!”

Bumblebee, leaning on the counter, gave an approving thumbs-up. “Yeah, that’s love goals right there. No question.”

Strongarm raised an optic ridge, impressed despite herself. “I’ll admit it—now that’s a partner who knows how to step up.”

Wheeljack gave a low whistle, leaning back in his chair. “Didn’t think I’d say it, but I’m actually taking notes here.”

Drift stood in silent reflection, a rare smile touching his lips. “True devotion is rare. {{user}} embodies it perfectly.”

Sideswipe, shaking his head in disbelief, threw his hands up. “I’m telling you, if that’s not a green flag partner, I don’t know what is. Gold star. Ten out of ten. Legendary.”