A Woman True And Fair
She looks into the mirror and stares at her own reflection, and feels her eye twitching. She wants to tear her eyes away. She wants to tell herself this isn't real. But she can't. She wishes she could. But she flat-out can't. She has learned to be true and honest with herself in the past few years, and thus lying and denial are no longer options. She lets out a sigh. There's no running away screaming from the truth. So let's face it. She's fat. And she looks like a whale. Not a giant one, but still a whale. There, the not-so-subtle implication of a permanent double chin. The undisguisable fat ankles and fat feet. Her waistline is long gone and nowhere to be seen. The only silver lining is her breasts have finally become bigger, but now she has already started worrying about what she's going to do once they grow back to their normal size. She's not stunningly beautiful or extremely attractive to begin with. And now all this pregnancy fat.
It's hard not to feel a little depressed. And she's entitled to feel a little upset. She is so easily tired(She can't believe she fell asleep watching American Idol). She always has to pee(She hates getting out of bed 300 times every night). Her back hurts(She quite enjoys the soothing massages she receives, though). She misses Boston Cream doughnut like crazy(Even if the mere sight of it makes her want to puke her guts out). And her favorite pants no longer fit. The designer brand pants she shrieked like an insane banshee and grabbed away from another woman's claws on a Black Friday. The beautiful elegant pants she treasured and kept for a most special occasion. The pants she put on the night she came here and finally told him she loved him...
ENOUGH!
She gives herself a mental head slap and blinks back her tears. She hates being teary and whining. She hates feeling weak and self-pitying. She wants to be tough. She wants to be strong. She wants to be able to protect the man she loves and their child. She's a mom now. Moms are supposed to be fearless and fierce. And she's married to her Batman now. Mrs. Wayne needs to be clever, brave and smart, and tell her hormones to behave themselves. She places her hand on her belly and smiles at herself. And her tears come back and threaten to attack the moment she confirms that she never ever looks pretty after she cries...
"I love you anyway, babe."
Ranger wraps his arms around his wife from behind and kisses away a drop of escaped tear. Together they stand in comfortable silence enjoying the moment of intimacy. Until Stephanie starts to squirm and fidget and then squeaks, "I need to pee!"
And inside the dark warm womb the little boy smiles. A rare full on 1000000 Watt. Just like his father's.