She nearly cried, throwing away her two pieces.

His eyes were tracing the thin white marks on her belly that so distressed her. How could he tell her that she was gorgeous? That these lines were a seafoam that washed the body of the newborn goddess? That these were the scars of the battles she’d won, and she should be proud and not ashamed of them? 

He didn’t know how to tell that, but his hands and kisses made a good try.