Part 9

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Part 9

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The next morning, Suze had woken up, finding herself alone in bed. Suze sighed. She hated it when he did that. She loves to feel his warmth every morning when his arms are wrapped around her waist.

Suze, steadily, got off the bed while carrying her and her baby's weight. Sometimes Suze felt like a large sumo wrestler, and there was a time when she almost fell. Luckily, Edward came right in front of her in time to catch her. She hoped that Stanley would still be in bed, ready to carry her off her feet. She cursed herself for mixing reality with fairy tales.

Suze walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it. She groaned as she stared at her big self and her now imperfect body structure. All her old curves were gone. She couldn't wait until this baby came out so she could exercise and have her old body back. 

Suze went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and then she took a nice shower that she wanted to share with Stanley but he still hadn't shown himself upstairs in their room and Suze didn't plan on going downstairs looking messy, and smelly.

After she was done, Suze took her light purple plus size morning gown from the hanger and slipped it on.

She plopped down each step until she reached her destination. She found her husband, only in a pair of black boxers, drinking coffee from a mug and reading a newspaper. Suze admired her husband's godly body from a distance; as if she didn't get enough from last night.

Stanley took another sip of his coffee before looking at the beauty away from him. He gave her a smirk and his wife blushed deeply. He wanted to make Suze feel loved last night and he just found out that he did a great job.

"Good morning," Stanley greeted.

"Morning," Suze replied. Suze approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading for the refrigerator.

"Why didn't you stay in bed with me?" Suze questioned.

"I couldn't sleep, and I was getting hungry," Stanley answered. "I'm sorry that I didn't wait for you."

"It's okay." Suze grabbed a carton of orange juice and shut the refrigerator. Then she took a glass cup from the dish washer. She filled the cup with orange juice all the way to the top and put the carton back in its place. 

"Do you want me to whip something up for you?" Stanley offered.

"I'm fine."

"I'll make you some eggs and bacon. I know you like 'em extra crispy," Stanley taunted, and Suze sighed, giving up.

"Fine. But I want chocolate chip pancakes too."

"Blueberry. You ate too much chocolate yesterday," Stanley said.

"I did not," Suze, childishly, disagreed.

"Then what else could have made you so hipper last night?" Stanley teased, making Suze blush again. "I swear Suze. If you were even more hipper than you were last night I would have had scars all over my body then just the scars on my back."

"They're not scars, they're hickeys," Suze clarified. "And second, I don't give you scars. Those scars are battle scars and the only reason why you haven't treated them with cream for them to go away because you claim it makes you look sexy."

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