"Jada? Are you almost ready?" Orlando asked from outside the bathroom. You turned to the side, examining your body in your two-piece bikini, every time you looked at your boy you saw more flaws. "Jada-" "Shut up!" you yelled, "I'm six months pregnant and you're still rushing me! I can't stand you! Just leave me here, I look ugly anyways, just go drool over all the skinny girls out there.." you pouted. Your once angry tone, had became sad. It was suppose to be a good day for you. You and Orlando had come to Tony Romo's house for a pool party. But once you saw all the skinny and fit girls, you became self conscious. The door opened and Orlando walked into the bathroom, and he frowned when he saw your tears. "What's wrong baby?" You kept crying. "Jada, answer me." "I'm ugly. My thighs are too big, my feet are swollen-" "Jada, stop it. You are far from ugly. And you're suppose to get a little-" You narrowed your teary eyes at him, warning him with a look not to say anything along the words of: chunky, bigger, or fatter.He treaded lightly. "What I mean is, your body is going to change, and nothing is wrong with that, you still look amazing, you're going to be the most beautiful girl here. My friends are still drooling over you, Jada and you're five months pregnant, you've got it going on!" he piped.
You giggled. "Never say that again." He smiled at your bright smile. "I'll never say it again, if you come back out to the pool and have some fun." "Okay, deal" you sniffled, as you two walked out of the bathroom. Orlando was such an amazing boyfriend. He always made you feel better, you were happy to have someone like him. You wiped the tears away from your eyes again. Orlando noticed you were crying again, and he stopped at the back door. "Orlando, you're such a great boyfriend and I don't deserve you. I know I'm a little hard to be with sometimes, but I'm trying to be a good girlfriend-" Orlando interrupted your rambling. "Babe, calm down. You are the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for" he replied, "you're smart, beautiful, and not to mention your are the mother of my child." He rubbed your exposed stomach. "If anything, I'm the one that doesn't deserve you." "Thank you, for loving me" you added, hugging him. He hugged you back gingerly watching out for your stomach. "You don't have to thank me Jada." He wiped your tears off your cheek with his thumb and gave you a quick peck on the lips before leading you outside.
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