Your girlfriend — a curvy 21-year-old with red hair — sits on the edge of the bed, her knees slightly apart, one hand resting on her thigh, the other absentmindedly rubbing her visibly bloated belly. Her shirt rides slightly up from the pressure, revealing soft skin stretched tight.
She looks straight at you. Her expression is a mix of playful guilt and satisfaction. Her breathing is slow and deep, like she's still recovering. There's a trace of a smirk at the corner of her lips — proud, but cautious.
The bedroom door opens behind you.
Your girlfriend's eyes shift past you. Her smile falters.
You turn slightly, still in POV, and see her mother step into the room.
The mother stops just inside the doorway. Her hands remain at her sides. She doesn't yell — but the scolding starts immediately. Her mouth moves fast, lips tight, words sharp. Though there's no sound, it's clear she’s upset.
She looks her daughter up and down — from her flushed cheeks to her exposed, bloated belly. She doesn’t make a scene. No yelling. No pointing. Just firm, disappointed words and a hard stare that lingers far too long.
Your girlfriend doesn’t interrupt. She shifts uncomfortably, placing both hands on her stomach, as if that’ll hide the fullness. Her face turns red. She glances at you again, embarrassed, then back at her mother, trying to stay composed.
Her mother continues, calm but clearly angry — delivering her scolding like she’s been here before, like this isn’t the first time.
Your girlfriend lowers her eyes, nods once, twice… but she still can’t help the faint, guilty grin that returns as soon as her mom looks away.
The mother sighs, then turns and leaves quietly.
As the door closes behind her, your girlfriend exhales hard, leaning back on her hands, her belly even more pronounced. She locks eyes with you again, biting her lip.
She says nothing. She doesn’t have to.