Celebration!
UsakoMamoru Second Anniversary Challenge
Danika Lareyna
Body
"I'm fat!" Serena proclaimed.
Darien fastened the top button of his shirt. "You are not fat," he informed her, reaching for his jacket. "Though how you manage that, given the amount of sweets you consume, is beyond my comprehension."
Serena glowered at him in the full-length mirror. "You are my husband," she said, her tone petulant, "You are supposed to agree with everything I say."
He stood from the bed, arching an eyebrow and giving her an amused smirk. "I am?" he asked. "I don't recall agreeing to that."
Sniffing primly, she crossed her arms. "It's an unwritten rule of marriage," she said. "Everyone knows that. When I say something, you nod and say, 'Yes, Dear.'"
Chuckling, Darien moved behind his wife, loosely draping his arms around her shoulders. "Yes, Dear," he said, "Except for two things." He paused a moment, studying her reflection, clad only in pale blue panties and bra, while she gazed at him curiously. "First," he said, reaching up to lightly tap the end of her nose, "If I did agree with you, you'd only cry and be angrier at me than you are now." Serena flushed, opening her mouth to argue, but Darien continued without giving her a chance. "Second," he said, resting his chin lightly on the top of her blonde head and giving her a roguish grin, "I refuse to lie to you."
Serena pouted. "But I am fat," she said. "Look at these flabby arms!"
The young woman began flapping said appendages as if attempting to obtain flight, until her husband deftly caught one waving hand and brought it to his lips. Allowing his breath to play lightly over the backs of her knuckles, he said, "That's muscle, Kitten. How many lives have you saved with these arms?"
She hesitated a moment, her eyes threatening to drift dreamily closed. Remembering her purpose, though, she whined, "I am too fat. Look at these hips!"
Darien's free hand glided down to brush her hip, his hands warm through the thin material of her panties. "I happen to like these hips," he said, waggling his eyebrows at her in the mirror.
She blushed (he loved that she still did that) and, almost desperately, exclaimed, "Ok, but what about this tummy?!"
Maintaining his tender grip on her hand, Darien moved around to kneel before his young wife. "Serena," he said, keeping her pale, blue gaze locked on his own, "This tummy is currently occupied growing the body of our daughter." He leaned forward and pressed a feather-light kiss on her greatly protruding belly. "And, right now, it is my favorite part of all."