Danny stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching his wife check herself out in the new two piece bathing suit she had bought. He was rather enjoying the way it hugged her body, moved when she moved. But then he heard a sob. His eyes went to her face, to see her eyes welling with tears, her hands touching her belly.
"Why the hell did I even buy this stupid thing?" she muttered to herself.
Coming up behind her, he spoke before he got to her, "Montana, what's wrong?"
"I look hideous," she said, going to grab for her robe. "How can you even stand to look at me?" She sobbed.
"What are you talkin' about?" Danny was completely lost. "You're smokin' hot Montana."
"Yeah right, whatever," she muttered. Then she pulled her robe open and pointed to her belly, "These stretch marks are really smokin' hot, huh?"
"Is that what this is about?" he asked walking closer to her, stopping her before she could pull her robe shut again. "Come here," he said, taking her hand in his, pulling her with him towards the window.
"Look out there," he said gesturing out the window. On the other side of the window, two beautiful girls and a rambucious little boy ran around the spacious back yard, shooting each other with water guns around the blow up pool.
"See I have a problem with you sayin' your stretch marks aren't smokin' hot, because if you didn't have them that would mean that we didn't have these three awesome kids. And since I helped create those kids, I helped put those stretch marks on ya, so I can tell ya all I want that you are smokin' hot. Because to me you are the most beautiful, smoking' hot, sexiest mom on the planet." By this time he has walked around behind her, and has his hands resting on her belly. "You're a babe, Montana." He whispered in her ear, nipping it gently.
"You know what, Messer," she said, enjoying his nibbling on her neck.
"Hmm," he replied, caught up in other activities.
"I think I love you," she sighed contently.
"Good thing ya married me all those years ago then, huh," he said huskily into her ear.