Colt's watching you... quite intently, you think. You try to ignore it, but his usually soft and bright blue gaze is narrowed and calculating, like he's trying to figure something out. You offer him a side glance from where you're standing at the kitchen counter. He returned your glance with one of his own, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he lays back on the couch, ignoring the movie on the television you two had been watching before you got up to get a snack.

You turn back to what you were doing. You had the kitchen scale out, a bowl on top as you slowly pour popcorn into the bowl, weighing it out. Eight ounces is the serving size, and you had to get it as accurate as possible, because your dieting app says you only have a hundred calories left in the day. You shake the bag, watching a few more popped kernels drop into the bowl.

You had been gaining weight. You noticed it right away, the way your hips became more plush, your thighs a bit plumper. You had the little pouch of fat on your lower tummy that has been ruining every single one of your outfits as of late. So, to counteract the weight gain- no doubt caused by Colt's huge appetite- when he eats, you eat, and he eats often- you've decided to go on a diet. Nothing crazy. Counting calories, measuring everything, working out when you had the time...

You're startled by a sudden, looming presence behind you. "What're you doing, honey?" Colt's voice is thick as honey, his large hands coming to settle on your plush hips. He doesn't sound enthused by your weighing and counting and... obsessing.