Blake stepped out of the shower and onto the black moon and sun bathmat. Droplets of water streamed down tan legs onto the absorbent fabric. She dabbed off her face and roughly ran the towel over her hair. Still purple right now, the dark plum that she liked. Her roots were all just black though, and Blake would most likely just let it grow out. She combed through her locks once before wrapping them up in a towel turban of her own making. She stepped over to the mirror and wiped off the steam with an extra towel. The towel was then wrapped around Blake's body.
From her bust down to her thighs Blake was covered, but there were still droplets over parts of her body. She'd lost all of the pregnancy weight, but she still felt fat. She couldn't shake that mental image. Kiefer told her that she was gorgeous. That he wanted her. It felt less often, but he still said it. She tried to feel that way, to feel wanted, but she was a whole solar system of insecurities when she was at her worst. She could do better.
She needed to focus on the good, and so she shifted to the side to see her right shoulder. There was a stunning piece of artwork there now. As she got older she slowly added tattoos to her body, and they became more visible as well as more plentiful. This was a piece that she'd wanted since her first spot of ink. Kiefer had finally designed it for her, and she loved every single solitary poke. It was a gorgeous realistic sugar skull girl on Blake's shoulder primarily in black and white with some pops of color. The reason that Blake wanted it for so long, besides cultural reasons, was that the girl was Rosie. It was her face, with a sugar skull painted on, on Blake's body. You wouldn't be able to tell it was family unless you actually saw Rosie. If you saw Rosie you could tell that she was the inspiration. Blake adored her sister, and she'd told Kiefer very early on for her desire for the work. It had taken four years for him to show her a completed option, but she was happy for the end result.
It looked even better fully healed, but even the day it was complete Blake had squealed and cried and would have hugged her fiancé had it not been in the process of being cleaned. Tattoo aftercare was not a joke. Taking a moment to examine the artwork did put Blake in a better mood at least, and she was able to dress and head out without forcing on a false bravado to keep things light.
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NouvellesBlake loves him very much. She has loved him for years. How can she not love the father of her child, her fiance? There are bumps and bruises along the way, but Blake is sure that in the end, when they get married, it will all be alright. It has to...
