Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Baby {dob}

It was 3 months after I had mine and Dylan's first kid, she is beautiful, but I can't say the same for myself.

I wasn't myself anymore, my body, it isn't mine anymore.
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I put my sleeping daughter into her crib, she was so small, a mini Dylan, she had his nose, his eyes.

I smiled at the sight of her sleeping so softly and quietly.

Once I was sure she wasn't going to wake up, I turned on the baby monitor and walked to my room, I entered the bathroom getting ready for a shower.

I stripped my clothes except bra and underwear and put on a robe while I got all my product and towels.

I turned on the faucet and let the water warm up.

I pulled my hair out of my tight bun and let it flow over my shoulders, to the middle of my back.

I stood in front of my full body mirror, I examined my face, seeing the dark circles under my eyes from not being able to sleep, I frowned.

I untied my robe and let it drop to the floor.

I stared at my damaged stomach and legs.

I don't know how long I was standing there, but I broke out of my trance when I felt a large hand wrap around my shoulder.

"Baby? What are you doing?" Dylan asked me and I turned around, facing him.

"It's not the same, I'm not the same." I said and he looked confused.

"My body, I'm not the same, I feel disgusting Dyl." I cried and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Baby no, you're still as beautiful, more beautiful, than before." He said, rubbing my exposed back.

"How?" I said a tear rolling down my face.

"Because your body held and carried our daughter, for 9 months, then you pushed her out of you, you're so amazing, I can't even express how I feel about you in words." He said and I smiled.

"But what about the stretch marks?" I asked.

"The stretch marks? They prove that you're living. You grew, you had a child grow, inside of your stomach. They're not something to be ashamed of honey, they prove to me that you love me so much, you shared your body so I can have something too." He said and smiled down at me.

"You gave me a child and I love you so much." He finished and kissed my forehead.

"I love you, Dylan how did I get so lucky to have you?" I asked and kissed his lips.

"Honestly, I don't know how I got lucky enough to have you." He said, then the baby monitor started to make noise and our daughter shrieking filled the room.

"I'll take care of her, you relax and take your shower." Dylan said and walked out of the room.

I smiled to myself and for the first time in months I felt happy to have the body I do.

I quickly stripped and got into the shower, letting the water wash my negative thoughts down the drain.

I thought about this because of the way people describe after pregnancy bodies to me, I think people are way too hard on themselves, you shouldn't be ashamed of your body after giving birth, it's part of life and love.