Free Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance by Heather Rainier

the low neck of the top. Otherwise, Grace was bare-legged and sporting a sassy grin in the portrait.
    “Recognize that top?” Grace pointed, giggling.
    “Like mine?”
    “Yep. I love Hips and Curves.”
    “I’ll bet Ethan loves this portrait. It’s perfect for him,” Rachel said, admiring her chutzpah for modeling barelegged.
    “I modeled in clothing each of them ordered for me from there.”
    “Can I see the others?” Rachel asked eagerly.
    Grace took her to Adam’s room and showed her the picture of her curled up in the champagne-colored robe and teddy, appearing as though she were taking a nap but undisputedly sexy.
    Slipping quietly across the living room, Grace led her into her old bedroom, now Jack’s bedroom. There on the wall was the portrait of Grace in a pretty pink satin robe and nightgown, one sexy bare knee perched on the edge of a four-poster bed.
    “I’ll bet they flipped for these, Grace. They’re beautiful. I’ve been wondering, do you think I should try and do something like this for Eli? Is there even time?”
    “I talked with Carrie and Raquel this week about doing a family portrait of the four of us, and she said they had some openings. I’m sure they could fit you in, and I know they would appreciate the business. Things were slow for them this year, and their rates are reasonable. We’ll call her tomorrow if you’d like.”
    Rachel nodded. “I think I would, very much. Thank you for showing them to me. Kelly and Mom will think they’re beautiful, too. You know they love you all.”
    “Friends like you mean a lot to us. Do you have something sexy to model in? We could always take a look and see what’s new at Hips and Curves.”
    Rachel chuckled and said, “I already have the perfect thing, but I want to take a look at Hips and Curves with you, anyway.”
    They went out into the living room to find the other three enjoying their sangrias. Grace turned on her laptop computer and pulled up the plus-size lingerie website.
    “Ooooh, pretty!” Erin squealed softly, trying to be considerate of the babies she’d just left sleeping in the other room.
    “Wow. That’s just…wow,” Rachel looked over Grace’s shoulder at the computer screen.
    “I know. Check her out,” Grace said, pointing to a model. “See? It’s all about angles. She’s the same size as you, maybe a tiny bit shorter.”
    “Dang, she’s hot! Gorgeous hair,” Rachel commented, drawing her mom and Kelly’s attention. Teresa rose from the couch and followed them over.
    “Forget her hair, that’s a great ass,” Kelly said matter-of-factly. “She’s plus-size?”
    “You’d never know it. It’s the way she carries herself. Look at this one,” Grace said, navigating to another page. “Isn’t that corset pretty? Yeah, those are real boobs, no silicone implants. They also have some beautiful gowns and robes. Everything I’ve ever bought through them has been of excellent quality. No cheap fabrics or scratchy lace, and their prices are reasonable. But I love this website because the lingerie is modeled on plus-sized models, so you can see what it will look like.”
    Kelly piped up and said, “Speaking of plus-sized models, Mizz Lingerie Diva , did you model your dress for your hunky men?”
    Grace blushed and chuckled happily. “Did I ever! They loved the dress and shoes, and adored my new corset. Yep.”
    “That’s all you’re going to say?” Kelly said.
    “Yep.”
    Kelly smirked and said, “That’s code for they couldn’t get it off of you fast enough and may have even torn some of it, isn’t it?”
    Rachel’s mom snickered, Teresa blushed, and Rachel snorted her sangria.
    “Maybe. Yep.” Grace nodded seductively then giggled more. “I need sangria. Kelly, show me these precious nekkid baby pictures of Eli you’ve been cackling over.”
     

Chapter Thirty-five
    Rachel and the girls spent the rest of the evening looking at pictures of Eli at various ages, including the one Kelly had