𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀||☽

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brooklyn stared at herself in the mirror, she was critiquing her appearance. her eyes were teary as traced over her stretch marks.

her boyfriend nick was in the hallway when he heard sniffles fill the bathroom

"babe?" he knocks softly on the door while opening it, he frowned at the sight of his girlfriend crying "ma whats wrong?" he asks while sitting next to her and wrapping his arms around her

"i'm ugly" she simply states, "no you're not, you're beautiful" nick says

"babe why are you with me?" she asks as nick furrows his eyebrows

"what do you mean?" he asks "why did you choose me, you could literally date anyone else" brooklyn asked still in tears

"brooklyn marie, i'm with you because you aren't everyone else" nick says while pulling her so that shes sitting on his lap

"what do you mean?" she asks

"baby you're different, all those instagram models you're comparing yourself to have nothing on you because no one can be you.

you make me laugh even when i feel like the world is ending, you care for me as a person and you love me for me" he says before kissing her all over her face "your stretch marks make you even more beautiful and i love them.

your freckles that always appear in the sun always compliment your features" he then goes on to explain all the things he loves about her

"but most importantly, you're my person ma, you make me want to try to be a better man for you" he says before pecking her on the lips

by this time brooklyn was in tears because she had really found someone who would love her unconditionally

"i love you, so much" she says while nuzzling her head into his neck

"i love you more" he says before kissing her once more, the two then get up and start walking out the bathroom but before they do brooklyn feels a sting on her ass

nick goes up to her ear and whispers "oh and that ass is fat, they got nothing on my thick queen" he says before walking off as if nothing had happened, leaving brooklyn startled and a bit turned on.

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