TW: pregnancy, post-partum, body insecurities
"here, let's get your makeup off."
mason was speaking softly, gentle and quiet whispers, as he passes the makeup eraser cloth to y/n. she rubs it against her skin, frowning at the dry texture against her skin.
"you gotta get it wet, baby," mason chuckles, gripping her elbow gently to prevent her from damaging her already sensitive skin any further. y/n giggles, biting on her lip. he knows she's thinking of a dirty joke, but doesn't ask her to share it out of fear that once she starts, she won't stop.
mason grabs her pink cloth from her, running it under warm water in the sink, before passing it back to her.
"thank you," she mumbles, taking another pass at her cheek. makeup comes off this time, and she smiled in triumph.
mason, meanwhile, walks into their bedroom and strips down. the white button up he wore had a large red wine stain on the front, the product of his girlfriends drunk behaviour during their night out.
y/n was drunk, drunk off two bottles of wine, not that mason minded at all, but she was a lot to handle in this state. he puts his shirt in the laundry basket, he debates on putting it in the laundry room now or in the morning but he decides to just take it down to the laundry room in the morning.
mason went back into the bathroom and he's confused, but not surprised, to find his girlfriend sitting on the tiled floor struggling with the strap of her heels. her makeup was barely removed, smudges of mascara and eyeliner still prominent around both eyes, while most of the foundation on her forehead still remained intact.
"baby," he sighed, stepping over to her. she batted his hands away when he reaches down to help her initially, muttering something under her breath. the second time he reached in to help her, she doesn't fight it, dropping her arms with a loud huff and dropping her head back against their bathroom counter drawers. he winces at the sound of her head smacking against the hardwood, but she doesn't seem to be affected by it.
mason's fingers quickly and skilfully undo the buckle on both heels, sliding them off her feet. he offered his hands out to her to pull her back onto her feet.
"come on, let's finish taking off your makeup, yeah?"
y/n shakes her head, tugging on the black spaghetti strap of her dress.
"need help?" he hums, gently turning her around, his hands as her guide.
she nods in response, unable to form words at this point.
mason delicately unzips her dress, pulling the straps from her shoulders and letting the fabric pool at her feet.
mason smiles at her, running his fingers along her hips as she leans into him for support. ever since the birth of their first child only a couple of months ago, she had grown quite insecure about her body. mason tried to coax her out of that mindset, but it was hard for her. tonight was their first night out since the birth of their first born, and the first time she had drank in almost a year, which could also help to explain how easily she got drunk. tonight was also the first time since she gave birth to their baby that she didn't try to hide her body from mason.
the stretch marks, the scars. the extra bit of skin. it was all the things she thought of every time she looked in the mirror. she hated herself. she hadn't gained much weight from her pregnancy, but felt her entire body was droopy and loose. she didn't feel confident like the way she used to.
for mason, it was all more reason to love her. she gave him a child, brough a living human into this world, he was absolutely amazed with her. but all she saw was the flaws.
mason had noticed it, and was trying to slowly work on it with her. it was a hard thing to just bring up, so he had to be careful. but seeing her now, unashamed of her body not trying to hide herself from him. it made him truly happy.
mason delicately wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. she doesn't want to push him away like normal. instead she leans into his chest, humming in content.
mason helps her take off the rest of her makeup, making sure she gets it all off so in the morning she isn't complaining about her skin breaking out, or how her caked mascara irritated her sensitive eyes.
"can you get this?" she mumbles quietly, tugging on her bra strap.
"you want it off?" mason questions, eyes a bit wide. she nods.
he can't remember the last time he saw her naked breasts, besides when she was breastfeeding. when they were able to start having sex again after she gave birth, she told him she wanted to keep her breasts covered. she told him it's because they were so sensitive, but really it's because she felt insecure about those too. when she looked in the mirror, she convinced herself they were sagging from breastfeeding. she was no longer youthful and beautiful, but saggy and dull. mason, however, thought they looked even more beautiful, enticing, and full. again, completely amazed with her body at the facts that she was breastfeeding, providing everything their baby needed to survive.
mason's fingers gently unclasp her bra, letting it drop to the floor. she doesn't try to cover her bare chest.
"can you take me to bed?" she mumbles to him, her sleepy head dropping to his shoulder.
"of course i can, baby. do you want to put anything on?" his fingers are running up and down her naked sides, only interrupted briefly when they dance over the band of her black underwear.
she shakes her head, "do I need to put anything on?"
mason chuckles, "no, baby. you're perfect just like this."
he gently guides his drunk and naked wife over to the bed, helping her get under the covers. he rounds to his side of the bed, slipping in beside her.
his arms pull her tight into his chest, admiring the way their bodies mesh together under the covers, skin on skin. he hasn't felt her like this in forever, and he is so overwhelmed with happiness.
"I love you so much," mason whispers, kissing her temple. "you are my entire world. stunning, beautiful, and perfect in every way. don't know if you'll remember this all in the morning, but I hope you do. I miss this, I miss you."
she smiles against the skin of his chest, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, "I love you, mase. you're my entire world, too."
a/n - this is my first book on wattpad, I also have a tumblr account, it's also called 'tescomason'. Thank you so much for reading <33
