sturniolo/nate imagines 2

reduction-Chris

Y/N POV

Recently, pictures of me after my surgery have been sent around. A year ago, I had a breast reduction. I have no regrets. They were uncomfortably big for me. I'm a D right now. It's perfect for me.
But people think I got implants. It's not a bad thing. But it's not true. A lot of people thought I had implants before, and I denied it. Because I don't. But now they're saying they 'exposed' me. I don't like being called a liar, but I don't really want to talk about the reduction. People have all different views on it, I don't wanna deal with it.
Chris doesn't know about it. I never really wanted him to know. We've been dating for a little over a year, and the surgery was a year and 8 months ago. There is barely any scar thanks to my amazing surgeon. He never noticed.
Thankfully, he hasn't seen the pictures, or just hasn't said anything.
"Y/N?" Chris called from the doorway.
"What?" I asked from the shower. He came in and peeked in the curtain.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he stared at my boobs. He lifted them up and stared more.
"Are you looking for scars?" I asked, backing away.
"No," he mumbled, looking at the floor.
"Seriously, Chris?" I sighed.
"But the pictures," he started, I closed the curtain, not wanting to deal with it.

I held the towel tightly to my body, going into the closet. When I was dressed, I sat far away from Chris on the bed.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"It's fine." I said nervously. I need to tell him.
"So, like, did you?" He questioned.
"I don't have implants." I said firmly.
"Oh, ok." There was a moment of silence.
"So the what are pictures?" I moved in front of him.
"I did have a boob surgery." He looked confused.
"It was a breast reduction." I answered before he could ask.
"Reduction?" I nodded.
"Wait, so they made 'em smaller?"
"Ya,"
"Why?" He asked, extremely confused.
"Because it was uncomfortable. Clothes didn't fit right, and my back and neck always hurt." I gave some reasons.
"How big were they?" I got my phone and scrolled down to pictures before the surgery.
"Dam," he mumbled, scrolling through.
"Oh, here." I took it back and went to the before pictures of them.
"Holy shit,"
"It was a great decision." He put the phone down.
"I kinda wish I could've seen 'em." He frowned.
"Chris," I rolled my eyes.
"Not that I don't love them now. I wish we could've met." He said, trying to explain himself.
"Are they not big enough for you now?"
"No, I'm sorry. They're amazing." I crossed my arms, acting mad.
"I'm sorry." He groaned and uncrossed my arms.
"Let me apologize to my babies." He layed me back and lifted my shirt.
"I'm sorry," he spoke softly, kissing my tits.
"You're perfect." He said, resting his face in them.
"That tickles," I giggled.
"To bad." He grabbed them, keeping his face in place.
"Can you hand me my phone?" I asked, not being able to reach it.
"Why?" He sucked on a nipple.
"Because I'm guessing you'll be down there for a bit."
"Am I allowed to be?" He smirked.
"Yes," I giggled.
"Then turn on a movie, I'm gonna be a while."