Size doesn't matter with love. M.C

70

I got to the airport just minutes before Michael stepped off the plane. It was about 4 in the morning.

As soon as I saw him and ran up and hugged him crying.

"Shh baby, you're all safe now." He whispers.

We caught the bus home and went up to my room.

"Please show me what you did."

"What do you mean?" I say.

"I want to make sure you haven't gone back to your old ways."

"Bit late for that." I mumble.

"What."

"Yeah.."

"Show me what do did baby."

"Only my thighs."

"Anywhere else?"

"Yep."

"Where."

"Stomach. I'm only showing you my thighs."

"Why not your belly."

"Well Mikey, over the past 2 months, I guess you could say I put on a lot of weight and I'm bigger in places than I was when I last let you touch me."

"So? You're still beautiful."

"Yeah well, I don't feel that way anymore."

"Oh baby." He says pulling me in for a hug. "I get it, you got bigger, your insecurities came back."

"Yeah well, some of my pretty things, don't exactly fit anymore."

"Oh."

"I just wish I wouldn't eat so much." I sigh.

"Look, I'll mend you, make you better. I'll make you feel happy I'm your own skin. Whatever you want, i'll help."

"Well my major is to loose some weight. 20 pounds minimum."

"Alright then."

"How long are you staying?"

"As long as I need to."

"Look, what we'll do, we'll get a job each, make some cash, give it 4 -6 weeks then get out of here."

"Deal."

"So, i'll guess we'll start tomorrow."

"Its 6 am."

"Right. Well how about we get some rest. Its been a long night."

"Okay." I say as I get undressed, keeping on my undies and putting on the Guns N Roses shirt Michael gave me.

"Can I see you thighs?"

"Okay." I say turning around.

"Promise that you'll never do that again."

I nod.

"I swear."

"Good girl." He says pulling me close.

"Night night kitten."

"Goodnight princess." He whispers as we both fall asleep together for the first time in what felt like years, but was really two long and stressful months of blood, sweat and tears.