So, couple things I learned:
One, google is your best friend. Two, a lot of other people had the same fork in the road as me. And three, a woman's body is a woman's body and she has full control of it.
Of course I already knew that last one but it hit me ten times harder when I was searching up shit. These husbands that either wanted a kid or wanted another one were asking woman what they should do. All the answers? Respect their damn wife.
And, I had to admit, that was true. I didn't know what it felt like to go through pregnancy so I shouldn't have a say if Vanessa should have another baby... no matter how badly I wanted one. I had to be considerate and understanding and grateful. I had three amazing kids who I loved dearly. And Johann. Whatever the hell he was.
Many couples couldn't even get one.. I had three. So I closed my computer and pushed it out of my mind because if Vanessa wanted another baby, I'd gladly give her one. If not.. I was okay with that.
"Ok babe don't be mad, I wanna do something." I looked up when Vanessa came out of the bathroom with a towel on her head and another around her torso.
"Okay.." I hummed suspiciously.
She sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. "Remember that picture I posted? Where I wasn't wearing a bra and the shirt was kinda see through and you could see my nip piercing?"
"No." I said seriously with a frown. "I actually didn't see that.."
She smiled sheepishly and nodded . "Exactly, instagram took it down. I'm tired of them being little sensitive bitches so Hailey and I had a photoshoot and I wanna post something." She said quickly and I had trouble keeping up with her words.
Shaking my head lightly, I tilted my head and watch her bat her vibrant green eyes. "What kind of something, Vanessa.."
She grabbed her phone off of the nightstand and put in her code before slowly handing it to me. "Go to Haileys texts." I went to her message lists and found Haileys name. "Um.. click it."
And when I did, my eyebrows shot up at the picture I saw.
"Wow um.. you want to post this just to spite Instagram?" I questioned, shaking my head with a sigh. "That doesn't sound very uh.. I don't know."
"Babe it's not just to spite them." She huffed out, grabbing her phone. "It's also to show that my body is my choice to share. If guys can walk around with their nipples out, why can't I? I mean, you can probably whip out your dick and people would praise it but I can't show half my ass without being labeled a slut or a fucking attention seeker."
I stared at her as she breathed heavily, clearly angry and I nodded, leaning forward and pressing my lips to her forehead while pulling her into a hug. "You're not a slut or an attention seeker baby, you know that. Post the damn thing. And I'm not giving you permission, I'm encouraging it."
She sunk down into my chest and I rubbed her bare back softly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
"And listen, if they do take your post down, I will march up to their damn headquarters myself and give em hell, okay?" She chuckled and raised her head to show little tears forming. "What's wrong, why are you crying?"
"I just wish it could all be cool, you know? It's been how many years and we still have to fight this battle against these misogynistic assholes." I brushed her tears away with a soft nod. "And I'm on my period so.."
I cracked a smile and softly pecked her lips while caressed her cheeks. "You already know but I don't mind telling you anyways.." I whispered against her lips. "You're strong and powerful and an inspiration for so many girls out there. I know I only have like.. half a say in this fight cause I can't make babies and shit but I'm with you no matter what. Keep standing up and keep fighting against those dicks because I know you can change the world, Vanessa Moe. You can."
