I came in to watch Steve doing his medical experiments after I'd put Chloe to sleep.
"Chloe's asleep," I said softly to attract Steve's attention.
"Why aren't you asleep?," Steve came closer to me.
"Well, I actually fixed something and we could have dinner together," I said softly.
"Okay", Steve said quietly. Then, I was in his arms and his hand went around my waist. We hadn't made love to each other and I made sure it stayed like that because we were too young. Steve always understands that but I still loved him and he still loved me and that's more than enough.
"What did you make?," Steve asked
"I made pot-au-feu,"I smiled at him as I placed my hands on his chest. He dragged me much closer to himself.
"You have cellulites," Steve observed.
"Cellulites?," I said surprised
"Yes, you have prodigious and bloody masses of them," Steve regarded me
"Oh, what do you mean? Like, I've heard the word cellulites before but I didn't really care what it means really," I asked ignorantly.
"Excess fat are stored in some parts of our body and that excess fat is called cellulite. Like I said before. You've got prodigious and bloody masses of the stuff. It's simply an aesthetic term. What you've got is fat deposits in your bottom, your hips and your thighs," Steve explained
"Oh, thanks. That's actually true," I said looking at my body.
"That's were fat deposit in female and that's what it looks like. Yours is awfully plenitude and substantial."
"But aren't we supposed to get rid of it with creams and potions?"
"That's not possible, how can creams and lotions and potions help to dissolve fat. You can only remove it by stripping all the fat out of your body. It's called liposuction and if you were to do a liposuction, trust me I won't be able to afford yours cos your cellulite is pretty damn much. But it's not reasonable to do that. I think it's a waste of time removing your pretty fat from your body."
"I would like to think of cream and potions," I laughed. "And what do you mean by you can't afford my liposuction"
"Ah Charlotte, your cellulites are voluminous and awfully copious. All these fats stripped away. Could cost a fortune," Steve said sincerely giving me a grim frank face.
"I don't think you'll like liquid permeable skin. And I promise you there are many many more important things in the world to worry about than cellulite, a made up money spinner for the beauty industry. And if you starve yourself to death thinking that you can remove cellulites, you're wasting your time. It's there, it's there. That's what happens to endomorphs like you. Find it hard to loose weight. It's just like stretch marks. You can't use creams to remove them," Steve further explained.
"Do I have stretch marks?", I gave him a smug smile.
"Let me inspect," Steve said smugly and carried me
"What do you think you are_what about dinner?," I asked
"Dinner can wait Charlotte," Steve said as I laughed.
It was first Thursday of may. Chloe was already a month old and Steve went to work. I was busy cleaning the attic whilst Chloe was asleep. Then after cleaning the attic, I went to Steve's room to arrange his dirty clothes for laundry. Steve puts his dirty clothes in a basket beside his closet. I bent down to and took the basket to the laundry room. While searching the clothes, I saw a black strange mysterious book. Curious, I opened the book and found out that it was Steve's diary-like journal. He never told me about it and why did he hide it here. Perhaps, it's actually the first time that I'm doing his laundry. I sat down on the bench and opened the book to a certain page to read.
I started from the day I and Steve met:
July 28th
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