Xolo Maridueña Imagines

Strech Marks

"Babe come here!" My boyfriend Xolo called. "Baby!" He said again. Xolo got up an slowly opened the bathroom door where I was.

I was in my underwear an bra. I was getting ready for my shower.

"Y/n talk to me." Xolo said. More like commanded.

"I'm fat." I said. Shit. Did I just say that?

"Y/n don't say that!" Xolo stood behind me. He had his hands against my hips. "You look amazing. You have this beautiful, tall body. You're a perfect weight."

"It's my strech marks are what is really bothering me baby." I said.

"They shouldn't Y/n. They're absolutely beautiful." Xolo said. He turned me around an cupped his hands on my face.

He kissed me. I could feel his soft lips against mine. It felt... perfect.