The second you'd mentioned not wanting to go out today because you didn't like how any of your clothes fit, Dick dragged you in front of the mirror and started listing off the things he loves about you.

"Your eyes. They're stunning, shine so pretty," He murmured, watching you closely as he made eye contact in the reflection of the body length mirror. He moved his hands to your hips.

"Your laugh, makes me feel happy every time." He traced hearts into the old shorts you'd put on out of insecurity.

"I love the way you look at me, like I'm the only person in the room." He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck after he moved your hair out of the way. "Love your hair too."

"Love your hips. Can hold them." He mumbled, softly gripping the flesh of your hips in his large hands.

"Love everything about you. Even when you can't." He whispered, eyes tracing over your figure. "I always will. You're my world, my one and only. Forever and always."