#| 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : grace.

[emends]

            No matter how much she tried, yoga, Pilates, even morning jogs ( which she despised ), nothing seemed to shift the baby weight. Where her toned stomach once was, now sat the smallest bump trailed with the faintest of tiger stripes, a beautiful reminder that she had carried their daughter not so long ago. 

Boiling a pot of coffee the brunette was prepping her lunch for the day, her mountain of salad piling up quickly in her favourite bento lunchbox when the love of her life waltz into the room. The sheen of sweat highlighting ever single muscle was enough for the girl to halt her slicing. “Fuck.” she groaned, cricking her neck out of unavoidable frustration. 

Grace couldn’t get enough of @scinglives​, couldn’t help herself but just when she thought the broodiness was gone, he came in like this. “You’re going to be the end of me. You know that?” she grumbled grabbing the apron hanging on the side before tossing to him. “Cover up pleaaaassseee.”