What the New Weight Wrote

This close, there's no story but her skin: laying in bed, lace and lamplight, your view level with her middle. Feed her through one indulgent season and the smooth page fills with the fine, pale handwriting of a body that grew faster than it ever planned to.

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1. Smooth. Flat, quiet, a hand tugging lace away from skin that hasn't changed since she was twenty.
2. Written on. The belly rises into the frame, traced with fresh pale lines — the gain kept a diary.

Every line is a week you both remember. Her hand rests over them, unbothered and warm.