When The Hands Touch Through The Tummy Though. - Tumblr Posts

I love you. You know that, right? I love you so much.

And yet, I still feel those... Feelings. Those nagging feelings of doubt. Of fear. Do you hate me? Do you hate what I am? You surely must.

But as I rest a hand on my distended middle and rub it, I feel something that makes me freeze. Your hand... Pressed against mine, lovingly. Then, you start to gently rub along my stomach walls, which makes me start to purr.

I love you. And I'm glad that you love me, too.