Kyle walked behind me and held my waist. “Ready?” he asked, smiling at our reflection in the mirror.
I looked back at his tall figure and nodded. “Yes…” I mumbled, glancing at my green floral short dress. Sophie gifted this to me last time, and it was designed to help nursing moms access their boobies when the baby needed it. “Just this…I hate this….” I added, touching my lightly covered forehead.
The stitch around that part of my skin was so deep that I had to cover it and hide the scab already healing. My makeup magic wasn't enough, and the dark bruises were still noticeable.
“It's okay, you still look beautiful, baby….” Kyle smiled, slightly touching the knitted white hairclip I wore on my hair to hide my scar partially. “It will heal soon….”
“Thanks…” My face warmed with delight
