She laid in bed, in a light sleep. She had fallen asleep whilst waiting for her rockstar boyfriend to come home. The brown haired girl heard a quiet groan, it barely audible but she heard it, she stood up and followed the sound, stopping at Michael's mancave and hearing another groan from behind the door. "Babe, you okay?" She asked through the white door, Not really." He moaned, "Can I come in?" She asked and he grunted in response. The brunette opened the door and saw the pale boy curled up under a comforter, "What's wrong rockstar?" She smiled as she closed the door and made her way over to him. "I ate too much and beer probably wasn't the smartest choice." He mumbled and his tummy rumbled, making him whimper quietly. "Why didn't you come in bed?" She asked, "I don't want you to see me tummy." He blushed and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "I see it all the time." The brunette chuckled. "It's all bloated and fat." Michael frowned, "How many beers did you have exactly?" She laughed, "I'm not drunk I'm serious." He frowned and she moved the blanket. "Baaaabe." He moaned, but she flipped the covers off him, seeing his tummy was bloated a bit and his shirt was riding up, exposing the flesh slightly. "Mikey, it's fine. Just bloated from too much food and beer." She cooed and sat next to him, "But, it's gross." He frowned and sat up, his tummy forming little rolls. The brown eyed girl sat behind him and pulled him onto her, his tummy pressed against hers, "It's not gorss, it's beautiful. You're beautiful and I love you with a heart and a half." She smiled and played with his black hair, he looked up at her and smiled, resting his chin on her chest. "I love you too princess." He smiled sleepily and snuggled into her, pulling the covers over the both of them and they both fell asleep, cuddled together on the couch.