You always considered yourself lucky when you started dating your High School sweetheart, you had a crush on her for years, and yet somehow you never worked up the courage to ask her out.
Instead, she came to you, and bashfully asked you to prom.
She was a gorgeous, bubbly blonde a little on the short side, with a distinctly pear shape. You could always remember being unable to tear your eyes off her rear during gym class, something which you initially thought was creepy, but after prom...
Well, she always caught you looking, and never seemed to mind.
In fact, she seemed to drop things when she was standing in front of you all the time, she was so clumsy, she'd say to her friends.
But you knew what she was doing.
When you finished High School, she wanted to take things faster than most, she was a traditional girl she claimed. So, she worked two jobs while you went through college, earning enough to pay the rent, while you secured your dream job.
And once you were earning more than enough for both of you, she quit one of her jobs, then dropped down to the bare minimum of hours at her other job.
It wasn't long before you proposed to her, no sane man could resist having a woman like her in their lives.
She was always so supportive, so cute. She did everything she could to please you, and you did the same.
You were a perfect couple, and the world seemed just so blissful. Even the hardest days at work melted away when you came home to find your wife having cooked your favourite food, and plenty of it.
She was a wonderful cook, but as time went by, you started to wonder if she was cooking a little too much. Afterall, she hated leftovers, she insisted that all the time.
So you tried to eat as much as you could stomach, which wasn't hard, her cooking was irresistible. She was so good, that you barely ever went out to eat. Why go out when your own domestic goddess whipped up a wonderful feast for you every night.
What did it matter if you went to bed feeling bloated?
She never seemed to mind.
In fact, the nights where you shared the best sex always seemed to be the ones where you had perhaps overindulged the most.
You thought nothing of it for the longest time.
Consciously at least.
Subconsciously you began to relate the feeling of an overstuffed tum with the most incredible bedroom antics.
Then, one day your wife announces she's pregnant!
You can't believe your fortune and you celebrate with an incredible feast!
At the end of which, she pouts and asks.
'Would you be mad if... having the baby makes me fat?'
'Of course not. I'll love you no matter what.' You reply, and she immediately drags you off to bed for some fun. She's always been easy to please.
Not that you would ever do less than your best to please her.
Months go by and you watch as your wife slowly expands, her pregnant belly looks enormous on her shorter frame. But you think she looks adorable.
At the baby shower everyone marvels at her size. Comments like, 'You look like you were ready to pop yesterday', are as common as congratulations.
But then a few more, far more surprising comments are levied at you as well.
