(JASON)
Finally. Fucking finally, I had my wife in my arms again.
Amaria had her face in the crook of my neck and her body was pressed to my side, half laying on me. One of her hands was tangled in my hair and her other hand was on my chest, above my heart. Our legs were tangled together and I almost felt complete. Almost.
"We need to talk about this, Mari." She probably wouldn't want to, because it was more than abundantly clear at this point that her appearance was a sensitive subject for her.
When she finally showed me her body, I understood why she pulled back from me so severely. She had never been shy about having put on extra weight, or having a slight blemish here or there, but she never had to deal with something like loose skin or removal surgery scars.
