Urg semester break is over and it's back to classes. Only this time, with different and more mind bending subjects.
Like fr- Why do we have "Personal Development" added to our subject list? That's irrelevant to the course I took ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯
Anyways, before I go sleep and yeet, here's a request from stoa13. Hope y'all enjoy!
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Your Pov
I turned around as I concluded looking in the mirror to stare in terror at the barely visible stretch marks that surrounded my belly and waist.
I didn't really consider the consequences of pushing two babies out of my uterus because I was a first-time mom.
But man, this is depressing.
My chest constricted as worry began to overwhelm my senses and dreadful thoughts began to race through my mind.
I also observed that my face began to develop blotches, and I occasionally appeared bloated from emotional eating most of the time.
Additionally, ever since I began nursing the twins, I've found that occasionally my breasts seem unequal.
Even though my doctor informed me that nursing was to blame, it still surprised me.
I can no longer even wear my favorite clothing since trying to tuck it in hurts.
And I can't even manage myself most of the time because I'm constantly giving the twins my undivided attention.
What if Luka noticed them and thought it was bad? What if he chooses someone more attractive and slender than me instead?
I instantly shook the ideas out of my head. Luka is not Owen; he would never act in such a way.
He is a better man than Owen ever will be.
And Luka Couffaine is content with me and the small family we have created.
But still, I couldn't help but worry over the little things. I want to look my best when I'm with Luka, I want to show him that I am as strong as he is.
And I want him to know that I am capable of being a proper mother for our two daughters.
By the time Melody awoke, it was already past noon. I stood up as soon as I heard her whimpering and quickly took her from their bassinet.
Luka was out and about with his manager, talking about his job and other matters.
He mentioned going on tour, but he wanted to put it on hold for the time being because Luka wanted us to be as near to him as possible.
Husband material, indeed.
I cradled Melody and inhaled her scent as I held her. I'm not sure how she acquired that earthy smell, but she reminded me of the morning after a rainstorm with dewdrops.
"Aren't you sleepy, Melody? You two usually sleep at this hour." I mumbled, looking at my daughter's whimpering form.
Even though Melody and Harmony have been living in the world for a month and a half, it still seems unreal.
With her stunning teal eyes and dark hair, Melody resembles her father in every way.
It's the same for Harmony, too.
She is the less talkative of the two. Although Harmony shares many qualities with her father, she differs in one important sense.
Harmony has the same eyes as me, and I love that about her.
After some time, Melody's little hissy fit still hasn't ended.
I looked to see whether her diaper was full, if she was crying because she couldn't poop, or if she was just uncomfortable from the heat or the cold.
However, everything appeared to be in order, therefore I was unable to find the problem.
Butterflies started fluttering inside my stomach as I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
My cheeks started tinting a shade of bright red as Luka muttered out,
"Maybe she needs a tit?"
I turned to look at him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and all.
He looked at me with so much love and passion in his eyes that he had my legs turning into jelly in a matter of minutes.
Then I comprehended what he had said. He said that in such a manner that it almost seemed hilarious, but all I could do was blush even more.
"Luka! Don't word it like that- It sounds so wrong." I groaned, trying to cool down my reddening cheeks.
Luka merely chuckled before approaching us. I became aware that I was standing right next to our body mirror as my stomach immediately sank.
Thoughts of self-anxiety started to creep into my body, but I continued to fight them off.
"It is what it is, sweetheart. Melody needs a tit." He stayed as a matter of fact. Then he did something that almost had my soul launching off my body.
Luka leaned in close, his head hung low as he adoringly gazes down at his daughter.
My chest tightened as I noticed his hand come up to gently ruffle Melody's hair, making her squirm in my hold.
"Hold still, babe."
"W-what?! I- Hold on!"
By snagging his finger underneath one of my straps and giving it a gentle tug, Luka exposed one of my boobs, nipple and all.
Melody started nursing after he assisted her in finding it.
After watching his daughter with pure and utter adoration, Luka turned to look at me. Then my body started feeling hot, I felt like I was on fire.
He leaned forward, having to lower himself to reach the side of my face with his own, "You are so beautiful." I heard him mumble out.
I was obviously overjoyed to heard that, considering my face was already as red as a tomato. But I couldn't help but blurt out, "But pregnancy made me a bit.. off."
Luka leans away and raised a brow at me, urging for me to continue what I was saying. As much as I would love to discuss my concerns with my Husband, I was at a lost for words.
The silence was immediately cut when Luka persisted, "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"
This time, I let myself fall back into his comforting presence. "I'm just kind of.. I don't know. I don't feel like before."
"What are you trying to say? Did I do something wrong?"
I quickly shook my head at him "No! Not at all. Jesus, how did you even get that idea?"
Luka sat on the bed that was just behind us, and then heaved out, "So, what's the problem?"
I sat down beside Luka, with a nursing Melody sill cradled in my arms as I nuzzled close to Luka.
He immediately had his arms wrapped around me in a comforting manner, and planted a kiss on the side of my head, as he always does whenever he notices I am in distress.
Luka then repeated, "What's the problem, Sweetheart? Let me help you. We can work through it together."
He said we. Not you. You are not alone anymore, (Y/N).
"I just don't feel confident, body wise." I whispered, it came out as a quiet mumble but it was loud enough for him to hear.
Luka didn't answer after a while, and that made me a bit nervous. I looked up to see him gazing down on me, with Melody still nursing on me.
A small smile formed on his face, then he leans in close to give me a small, chaste kiss.
"I don't see anything wrong. All I see is one scary ass woman that can kick my butt if she wanted too." Luka joked, making me giggle as I went in to slap him playfully on the shoulder.
"You're a dork."
"Seriously, babe." He then continued. "I'm not sure when or why you started feeling that way, but nothing can change what I feel for you. And in all honesty, your pregnancy glow just makes me love you even more."
A small gasp escaped my lips as I felt Luka's palm slither up my thighs, making me shiver in delight.
"I love you, (Y/N) Couffaine. Body, soul, and all. Small stretch marks can't change my mind. Nothing can."
Then he leaned in for another kiss. A kiss that was filled with utter passion and love, and I reciprocated with the same amount of adoration and admiration that I had for him.
Now I know that I don't need to worry about anything, because it's Luka were talking about. Luka Couffaine. My husband.
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I'm kinda sleepy 👁️👄👁️ I got classes tomorrow too. I've been stressing out with my practical research and entrepreneur classes, but I hate Filipino Literature more.
Ever had that feeling when ur better at one language than ur native language? Y'all feel me or sum? ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
Anywhales, I hope y'all enjoyed that one. My requests are still open if y'all are interested in dropping a request.
See y'all in the next chapter!