She traces the stretch marks down her side in the full-length mirror. They’re the width of her finger, have spread further since the birth of her fourth child. She sucks her teeth. So much of her body has changed since she was young, thin, and…
“Beautiful.”
Startled, she spins around to find her husband standing in the threshold of their bedroom door, smiling and with eyes of adoration.
“How long have you been watching me?”
“The last 12 years.”
He turns her to face the mirror, embraces her—caressing the stretch marks—and presses his lips into her neck.
“Beautiful.”
Written for the Word of the Day Challenge. The word of the day is “stretches.” I didn’t quite use the word, but this is the story that came. 🙂
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Okay, you didn’t, but you were close enough and the resulting story is wonderful.
Oh, and you found and liked one of my stories so I had to see what you write about.
Thank you 🙏
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It was a “stretch,” but I did it, haha! Thanks for reading 🙂
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Sweet 🥰
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