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“Yeah. It’s fine. I’ve just…gained a little weight,” I remark while studying my reflection in the floor-length mirror.
How could this happen? I haven’t been emotional eating or anything, but Theo and I usually have takeout for dinner.
“Oh, God,” I whisper as I do quick math in my head.
There’s no way I could be… No. Wyatt and I were careful, and I’ve had two periods since we ended things.
It suddenly occurs to me why I’ve gained weight.
I rip the bathroom door open and find Theo pacing the floor. “This is all your fault,” I tell him.
His eyes lower down my body to my toes and back up again before settling on the tiny bright yellow bikini cups that are now two sizes too small for my boobs.
“You look…nice,” he says.
“Nice?” I repeat. “This top fit me last summer perfectly!”
“It fits you now. Mostly,” he says as he fights a grin and loses.
“No, it doesn’t because someone keeps bringing home pints of ice cream!”
Theo’s face falls as he finally lifts his eyes to mine. “I thought strawberry cheesecake was your favorite.”
“It is!” I exclaim. “Hence the problem,” I add while gesturing to my bikini top that’s fighting for its life.
I don’t wear many bras, especially not while I’m hanging out around Theo’s place, so I hadn’t even noticed. I should have.
“I don’t understand,” Theo remarks while shoving his fingers through his hair. “I thought you could use the comfort food after everything…”
“Right, well, if the ice cream is in the house, I’m going to eat it. And if I eat it several times a week, I’m going to gain weight like crazy, which is why after two months of living with you, my bikinis are all too small.”
“Just the tops, right?” he asks, his gaze lowering to the bottoms.
“The bottoms are snug but thankfully not as noticeable since it’s a thong,” I explain as I turn around to show him.
“Goddamn Maggie. You wear that out in public? To a water park with kids?”
Scoffing, I turn back around with my cheeks warming in anger. “Don’t bikini shame me.”
“I’m not! It’s just…that’s a lot of ass. It’s not fair to teenage boys. Or grown men.”
“It’s not my responsibility to make boys or men comfortable,” I point out as I grab my black coverup off the bed and slip it on without buttoning it up to hide my too small top. “Which is why I’m saying screw it and wearing this one to the pool today.”
“Right. Yeah. At least this is an adult only resort,” he says. “It’s your body, your bathing suit.”
That’s when I finally notice what he’s wearing, the white swimsuit shorts with little pink flamingos and a blue tee that looks waterproof.
“Are you going to wear that shirt in the pool?”
Theo glances down as if he forgot what he had on. “Well, yeah. I don’t want to get melanoma.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter.
“I never joke about skin cancer.”
“Do you have another shirt?” I ask.
“Sure. I brought several.”
