know, babe. I love you too.â
âDo you?â he asked.
âOf course, I do,â I said lifting my head to look at the outline of his face in the darkness.
âI understand things have been a little weird lately, but please understand it has nothing to do with you.â
I wanted to ask him what it had to do with, but I didnât want to ruin the tranquil moment we were in right now. So I just listened.
âDid you hear me?â
âI did, Sheldon.â
âDo you believe me?â
Exhaling, I said, âYes.â
âI know you have a lot of fears, Viv, and I donât want our relationship to be one of them. Like today at the restaurant, I know that bothered you.â
âWhat made you think that?â
He chuckled.
âWhat you fail to realize is women like that waitress Hailey are always trying me. They are wondering how a woman like me managed to snag a man like you.â
âA woman like you? What does that mean?â he asked.
âCome on, babe. Iâm a plus-size sister, and you cut to the max. Hell, you can be Morris Chestnutâs body double.â
âFirst of all, Morris Chestnut is bald, and I have dreads. Second, I think Iâm better looking than him,â he joked.
âYou are right.â
âYouâre just agreeing because Iâm your husband.â
âYou are my sexy husband who I adore.â
âI adore you too.â
As much as I would like to think I got over my insecurities about being the size I am, I wasnât past it at all. If anything, being married to such an attractive man made me feel even more insecure about myself. I didnât know what I needed to do to change my perception of myself, but I knew I needed to do something quickly before I allowed my insecurities to ruin my marriage. Iâd pushed him away before. I didnât want to do that again now that I was his wife. I had to understand he chose me, and this was an equal exchange of love and affection. But deep down, I couldnât help but wonder if he ever believed he was doing me a favor by being with me.
âYou are a very attractive man, Sheldon. You canât tell me you havenât been hit on since weâve gotten married.â
âIâm not interested in any other woman, babe. Iâve told you that.â
âI hope not.â
âWhat do you mean? Youâre saying that like you think I have some side piece or something.â
âDo you?â I asked.
âHell no. Do you have another man?â he retorted.
âOf course not, Sheldon.â
âOkay, then, this subject needs to be squashed.â
âI know you love me, but Iâm always scared someone else will come along and take you away from me. And, of course, Iâm going to think it has to do with the way I look.â
âThere is nothing wrong with the way you look. I hate that you are always so down on yourself. If anything, that makes you unattractive.â
His words hurt. Was it already starting, me pushing him away by my negative opinions of myself?
âSociety makes me put down myself.â
âBut you donât have to feed into it. You need to love you. You donât need to worry about society, babe.â
âThatâs easier said than done, Sheldon.â
âIâm trying to love you for the two of us. If you canât love you, then Iâm going to love you more than ever, because then, I will be loving a woman whoâs grown to understand her value. You are worth so much, babe. You just need to see that within yourself,â Sheldon said thoughtfully.
I smiled at his empathetic words.
âIâm sorry Iâve been feeling this way. Weâve seemed distant lately. Our communication has been less, and our sexual connection has been damn near nonexistent. Of course, Iâm going to fear you finding someone else. Especially with your high sex drive.â
He chuckled as he said,