I give her some space to take it off, and when she does, she brings her hands to her stomach. “Don’t do that.” I move them to the side and lower myself to her stomach. “This”—I softly brush my lips across her stretch marks—“shows how strong you are.” I kiss one end of her stomach. “How amazing you are.” I kiss the middle of her stomach. “How beautiful you are.” I kiss the other end of her stomach and then sit up, hovering over her. “I love everything about you. Stretch marks and all.” I smile down at her, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
Swoon
