“How are you feeling this morning baby?” I c**k my head and ask her softly while lying next to her on the bed.
She barely opens her eyes as I run my fingers through her silky hair before she answers, “I have been better. Honestly, if you keep that up, I am going to fall back asleep. It feels so good.” She almost whispers and smiles before struggling to sit up.
“Let me help you.” I say while I place my hand behind her back and watch her sit up to look at me with a questioning look on her pale face.
Stretching, her bones creak and then she opens her eyes wide and says, “I feel fat.” When she looks at me with a frown looming on those sensuous lips of hers.
How could she feel fat? When she is always gorgeous in my mind. I love her and nothing will change that. Even when she
