“I love you too but can't we get married in a month or so? I need to lose some weight. I've been stress eating.” she says sniffing.

“No, you look perfect baby mama.” she really does get prettier as time passes like she never ages.

“No, I don't look perfect, take a look at me.” she complained, wrinkling her face in disgust.

“You are perfect if anything you look more beautiful like this.”

“If we are getting married tomorrow I suggest to get wasted. I'm calling my girls.” ...