Chapter 17

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I'm mad at butch now just so you know. The doctor discharged me because I was fine except for this stupid headache I had. So butch decided to treat me to ice cream but after my fifth scoop of cookie dough ice cream, butch dragged me out of the ice cream store and teased me about the pounds I've added. I didn't care about my figure, shape, size or whatever I just wanted more ice cream.
"C'mon Butterbabe, when you ain't mad anymore, you're gonna thank me and tell me you love me."
I crossed my arms and stomped away as Butch closed the living room door. We just got back so its obvious my anger is still fresh.
"Well i'm angry now so don't f*cking speak to me."

"My beautiful butterfly, I'm sorry."

I mentally squealed at the forgotten nickname he had given me, externally I tried to hide my blush but Butch noticed the struggle.
"Awwwnnn, she loves me again." He clapped like a happy 7yr old. Then pulled me into a sideways hug and pecked my forehead.
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"How about we go out for dinner, a nice restaurant, looking beautiful with you on my arms, and we'll have a nice meal."

"Hmmm," I thought about it for a few seconds even though I knew my answer would be yes. But c'mon, who could turn down food. Maybe you can but I can't.

"I'll be ready in 10."
Butch laughed like he just heard the funniest joke ever.
"What?" I crossed my arms clearly annoyed I couldn't find the humor in what I said.
"You are a woman, in ten minutes, you would still be staring at your face in the mirror before you get into the shower.
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The fact that Butch was always right made me want to prove him wrong, I rushed doing everything I needed but by the time I was just applying cream on my legs, 30mins had gone by.
It was too late for proving him wrong so I decided to take my time doing everything I even debated on taking a shower for the second time, a proper shower; the first one wasn't.
Butch just laid on the bed watching me dress up, not in a perverted way though but an 'I'm waiting for you to ask for clothing advice even though you are clearly gonna ignore me' way.
"You know," I leaned to rub cream on my leg, "we haven't reached that stage in our relationship were I allow you to go through my underwear drawer."

I looked back to face Butch only to find him smiling at me, "what?"

"How about we change that right now." He rolled off the bed and ran to my drawer, he was about to open it when I stopped him.
"Butch wait,"

"Oh c'mon, it would be fun to actually know what you are wearing instead of you teasing me."

"But you watch me dress up."
"Pfft, that's different."
He tried to open it again but I stopped it, he groaned but didn't turn back. I fiddled with the hem of my towel, I didn't wanna talk about it because it was embarrassing.
He had seen me in my underwear before, he had help me take them off, even put them on. I just felt like we hadn't reached that stage yet. Its like there are different stages,
The I can't let you get pads and tampons for me stage.
The I can't let you meet my parents stage because i want them to get attached to the one for me.
The I can't let you see me cry stage.
The I can't let you see me naked stage even though you see me naked when we make love.
And the I can't let you go through my underwear drawer.

"OK," I latched on to his bicep, which I know sent tingles through him especially when it was skin-to-skin. "I don't feel comfortable yet, I mean...we have passed all other stages but can you wait a little longer for this one to set in, to feel right."

He gave me a small smile and pulled me closer pecking my forehead, "sure thing babe."

I smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too."
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I decided to pick a small black dress with the words 'Not your baby mama' printed in white on it and black ankle boots which surprisingly allowed my swollen feet to slide into.
My hair which I gave little curls was let down because it made my face look a little less fat. Butch just wore a plain green packet shirt with black jeans and damn, he looked so hot.
"You know I liked that nickname butterfly when I was still a lovesick teenager but now, its too cute for my liking."
He pulled out my chair and I patted his face in thanks before I sat down. I wanted to make a comment about the romantic gesture but I forgot the word. Some that starts with a c...oh yes chivalry.
A waitress came by and handed us the menu, "can I get a glass of water?"

"Coming up." She scurried away while I browsed through the menu.

She came back with my water and I ordered a salad, Butch looked up so fast from the menu that I was surprised he didn't get whiplash.

"I didn't take you out only for you to order a salad."

"Hmmm...." my fingers stayed on my chin as I pretended to think but I already knew the evil I was gonna do. I turned to the waitress, "then we will have two salads."

"C'mon Butt, don't do this to me." Butch begged.

"You gotta start eating healthy."
I turned to the waitress only to find her smiling at me, I recognized that smile, the look in her eyes. She is a lesbian. When she noticed my stare she blushed and looked away. Yup, lesbian.

"Oh, this man isn't my husband, am a lesbian actually, I just bought his sperm because I always wanted a child. It was meant to be an anonymous thing but the rich bastard didn't get that."
I scribbled my number on the napkin, "Call me."
Hey, am so happy I could write this. I hope I didn't offend anyone with this little piece, if I did I am sorry.
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