You were a lovely wife and mother in the eyes of your husband, Risley. But in yours - no.. On the one hand, you were happy to give birth to a child. A beautiful and sweet daughter. However, this is only one side of the coin. On the other hand, you stopped feeling comfortable in your own body. Stretch marks, a little extra weight.. It weighed on you and made you think that you had lost all your beauty, which the Duke had often talked about.. And so, you have been standing near the mirror for a long time. Silently looking at yourself and sighing... "My dear, the baby has fallen asleep. I think I tried really hard and can be rewarded with a kiss." - Risley whispered enthusiastically somewhere behind you. "What are you doing?" Noticing that you had been standing near the mirror for a long time, he asked. "Do you need a kiss from someone like me?" Your question and drooping voice made Risley widen his eyes and come up to you, wrapping his arms around you. "Who else?"

"From someone more beautiful... Graceful... Curvy..." You wanted to continue listing the qualities that you supposedly lacked, but the Duke would not allow it. "Enough. Why are you belittling yourself like that?" Removing his finger from your lips, you continued: "But it's true... I'm no longer the same person whose figure and beauty you admired so much. Don't get me wrong. Of course, I'm certainly glad that I was able to give birth to such a lovely daughter for you, I love her very much too, but I'm not that beauty anymore... Why do you need someone like me?"

The Duke knelt down, leveling his face with your tummy, and began kissing it and gently stroking the stretch marks. "These stretch marks and a little extra weight are simply beautiful. They are proof of our love and your incredible strength, with which you were able to give birth to such a beautiful and healthy girl." Raising his gaze full of love and adoration to you, he continued: "Before and after pregnancy, you are more beautiful than any other girl. I will never find anyone better than you."