One Hot Mama
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A/N- This is what happens when you listen to Trace Adkins while typing updates! Thanks to Rachel for helping me pick Melina's shirt!
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John Hennigan peeked his head into the bedroom, hoping his wife, Melina couldn't see him. Since Eleanor's birth a month prior, he knew what she thought she was ugly, especially since she couldn't shed her pregnancy weight.
"Having fun?" he asked, watching her slowly walk the treadmill. Shaking her head, she stopped the belt and moved toward the bassinet.
"I don't see why I can't lose the weight!" she exclaimed. "Stacy lost her weight in a week!" Rolling his eyes, John didn't want to point out that Stacy survived off one salad and two Slim-Fast shakes a day. He was afraid she'd try it.
"Sweetie, you're doing great!" he murmured, nuzzling her neck. She shook her head. "You gained forty pounds and have already lost more than twenty!" Picking up her fussing baby, Melina shook her head.
"It shouldn't be this hard!" she squealed, sitting in the rocking chair. "I can't even fit into my old jeans!"
"Most new moms can't, and don't you dare say Stacy could!" he exclaimed, watching her nurse the baby. "Do you think Stacy nurses her brat?"
"She says it'll make her fat," Melina murmured, wrinkling her nose. "I can't see giving this up. I love feeding Ellie,"
"Eleanor Damita Hennigan, do you see what you put us through?" John murmured, lightly stroking the baby's foot. "We wouldn't have it any other way."
"No, we wouldn't," Melina declared. "I just wish I could feel pretty,"
"You are, Sweetie," John murmured, kissing her forehead. Leaving the bedroom, he took a deep breath. He had to do something. She couldn't go around like this.
"Thank you so much," John murmured, placing the bassinet near Adam Birch, his best friend. "I'll be about an hour,"
"Why not? I need to see my Goddaughter!" Adam cooed, glancing into the bassinet. Rolling his eyes at his best friend's goofiness, he set out.
John had a pretty good idea of Melina's sizes. He also had a pretty good idea of her clothing taste. All he wanted was to give Melina something that actually fit.
At first glance, the brown halter-top was ugly. It wasn't the right shade. The beaded straps annoyed him. Then, picturing his wife in it, he realized it was perfect.
"She's going to love this!" he exclaimed, ignoring the stares of baffled pregnant women. "She just needs jeans and shoes,"
Buying jeans was no problem. He fell for the first pair he saw. The price tag didn't matter for the bleached out denim. Two hundred dollars was a small price to pay for his wife's happiness.
Melina only wore Converse sneakers, since getting pregnant and delivering their baby. She said they were comfortable. All John did was replace her black Converse Sneakers.
Later that night, John bribed Adam to watch Eleanor for a little while. He wanted to give Melina some alone time with him, just enough to make her feel beautiful. Since the baby's birth, they hadn't been alone.
"John?" Melina called, washing her hair. "What are you doing?" Replacing her old clothes with her new clothes, he snuck out.
The light airy scent of rose candles perfumed the room. Inhaling slowly, John couldn't wait to catch a glimpse of his beautiful wife. If this didn't help her, nothing would.
"John," Melina murmured, walking out. With the candle illuminating her damp hair and her new clothes actually clinging to her body, John could admit he'd never seen her look more beautiful. "You made me beautiful," Standing up, he shook his head.
"You've had the beauty in you all along. I just helped it come out. Mel, Motherhood suits you in more ways than you'll know,"
Nodding slowly, she was forced to admit he was right.
The End