"Dark?" Daizi asked at last, the name she used catching all of her husband's attention, "Are my stretchmarks bad? I mean, I know I have them, I can feel them, but... Are they really visible?"
While unbuttoning his shirt, he answered her, "I can see them, but I would not say they are 'bad.' I thought they did not bother you?"
"They didn't..." She pulled her legs up onto the bed, twisting and pulling on the hem of her skirt, "But I didn't realize people... noticed... them."
Turning around, leaving his shirt on but undone, Dark watched the look on his wife's face for only a second before sitting down beside her, "Spider, is this about what those girls said? Because..."
"They're a really attractive family, except for that lady." Daizi said, not raising her head. Since that moment, she had been trying to laugh off that moment, but it kept coming back into her mind, and she felt about two inches tall.
"Darling, I do not think you should take what girls their age say to heart. I do not believe any of them were over the age of twenty three, they probably base their opinions off of influencers who use filters and thousands of dollars worth of cosmetic treatments."
She sniffed, rubbing her palms up and down the top of her thighs, "I am 'hot,' except for my stretchmarks. And I am 'hot' because they thought non-existent shadows were obscuring my face, but I just look like this." She shut her eyes and directed her face down and away. "I know that I have an ugly face. I know that my face is unattractive to most people. I know it's asymmetrical, and it's crooked, and it's because I was born wrong, and I know I always say it doesn't matter, because I'm worth more than how I look, and we shouldn't be basing ourselves on our appearances anyway, but--I know this is vain and probably antifeminist, but it always helped, when people said the things they said about me, to know that I still had a good body. I had an attractive body. And I hate thinking about myself like that, and I don't like saying it outloud, but it's true."
"You still have an attractive body," Dark told her, rubbing her back gently as he slid close enough to her for their knees to touch. "And you know I think you are beautiful, even if you do not let me say it."
"Do they bother you?"
"Your stretch marks?"
"Yes."
"No." Dark told her immediately, truthfully, definitively, and with such force Daizi began to cry despite all the work she had done all evening to prevent it, and she was swiftly pulled in tightly. "I have stretch marks too, you know that. All down my back and my legs, you have felt mine. They are like ladders, you said."
"It's not the same," She said into his chest, "You did not--"
"I did not earn mine bringing the most perfect, loving, baby girl into this world." He answered for her, stroking her hair with one hand, rubbing her back with his other, and rocking her. "Not only do they not bother me, I think they are beyond alluring, because I worship you. Sorority girls on the beach do not see you. They do not know you. But I do. And you knock me to the floor every time I see any part of you."
She whimpered, letting herself disappear into his embrace, "I just want one part of me that people do not comment negatively on. I want to just exist, and not be reminded by everyone on the street by how insufficient I am."
Dark scoffed, taking her face in his hands, "You are anything but insufficient."
"But--"
"No, darling--" He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and her cheekbone, "Listen to me. You are sublime. And I know you do not feel that way tonight, but you are, and I am going to prove it to you. If not now, and if not tomorrow, than the next day, or the day after that, and I am never going to stop proving it to you. I have seen more of you than anyone else alive. Listen to me, Daizi." He ran his thumb along her cheekbone, and slipped his other hand down to her lower back, "Listen to me."