"Cause all of me loves all of you"-John Legend
Joss stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as her eyes ran over her body. Her eyes slowly followed her hand as her figure tips ran over the faint stretch marks on her sides that she got from carrying another life inside her body for months, followed by the cesarean scar left on her abdomen. A smile spread across her face as she remembered holding her little baby boy for the first time. Her smile slowly fell as her hand reached the patch of discolored skin that marked where she was wounded while serving her country. Tears slowly fell down her face as her hand reached the newly puckered skin by her heart that was a silent reminder that she had technically died that night, she was clinically dead for 2 minutes before the EMTs managed to restart her heart on the way to the hospital. It had been almost two years since then.
She closed her eyes and let her tears fall silently. Her thoughts were interrupted by two arms encircling her body and pulling her into a warm broad chest. John. She rubbed her face against his chest as he comforted her and rubbed her back as she cried. He had just as many physical and emotional scars as she did, if not more. They had spent all this time learning and getting to know one another over and over again. She shook her head and smiled thinking about this man, her man and everything she loved about him. She sure was lucky to have him, the way he treated her made her feel foolishly girly all the time. He would hold her and love every bit of her body, every curve, every edge, every scar, and every imperfection.
He loved everything about her from her smart mouth to the way she knew how to field strip an AR15 faster then him. They were both perfectly imperfect. They were both each others end and beginning. He loved all of her and she would be damned if she didn't love all of him too.