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on
some level, how much I can take."
    "I shouldn't have been that out of
control, though."
    "So what happened? What's going on?
Talk to me."
    "Had a bad dream."
    "You were punishing me for a dream you
had?"
    "Not punishing, just lost control. I'm
sorry, babe. Do you forgive me?"
    "Make me come like that again and
we'll talk about it."
    He grinned under the cover of his arm.
She was so completely the woman for him. "I dreamed that you lost
all the weight and left me," he confessed.
    She snorted. "Is that why you like me
heavy?"
    He looked at her finally, eyes glowing
with the sincerity of his emotions. "No, I like you. Period. No
matter what size you are. I do like you curvy, as you are now, but
I know that's going to change."
    "Does that mean...you won't like me as
much?" she voiced her fear.
    He gathered her in his arms, her head
resting on his massive chest. "You never have to worry about that,
sweetheart. I like you--I love you--and that ain't gonna
change."
    "I worry about you leaving me all the
time because of how big I am. And here you are worrying that I'm
going to leave you if I'm small. What a pair of insecure babies we
are."
    He laughed. "I never considered myself
insecure until you got sick. Now I'm worrying about everything,
even things I never worried about before."
    "Well stop it! I'll never leave
you."
    "I'll never leave you,
either."
    "Then no more bad dreams. But more
rough sex is always welcome."
    He squeezed her and tickled her until
she screamed she was going to pee if he didn't let her go. He
extracted a promise of more rough housing later and let her skip
off to the shower. He lay back on the bed with his arms behind his
head, thinking about what he'd done and their subsequent
conversation. What the hell was wrong with him? He knew they had a
great sex life. Why would he jeopardize that because of a bad
dream? True, he'd dreamt she cheated on him-a detail he'd omitted-
but that was never something Joe had worried about before. When he
awoke from the dream, he had felt it necessary to mark her somehow,
to claim her as his own. Might as well have pissed on her feet, he
thought ruefully. He pushed the dream and all the doubts from his
mind and joined his future bride in the shower. It would all work
out in the end, he was sure.
    After a prolonged shower in which Joe
proved he could once again be a considerate and gentle lover, they
discussed what to do with their day. She was not expected at the
restaurant until later, but would go in early to talk to Allen and
Marybeth, the owners, about her new situation and what it meant for
her as a chef at their business. She was sure they would be
supportive, she told Joe; Allen and Marybeth Rhoades were like
extra parents--or grandparents, given their ages of sixty one and
sixty-eight-- to Elsa and allowed her free reign in the kitchen
since shortly before she'd started there as a sous chef, promoting
her quickly to head chef and allowing Allen to retire from the
kitchen. The two of them were usually there at the beginning of her
shift but left before the dinner crowd came in, sometimes having a
private, romantic dinner before leaving.
    Joe was not expected back at the gym
until the next day, though he did call Jordan and let him know,
confidentially, that Elsa was going to be fine and filling him in
briefly on the details. Joe knew that Jordan would discreetly let
the others know in their group of friends so that Elsa wouldn't
have to explain it and be embarrassed.
    "We could go down to the beach," Elsa
suggested. "Though it is kind of cold right now."
    "How about we work on the exercise
portion of our new lifestyle?"
    "Didn't we just do that?
Twice?"
    "While that was an excellent workout,
and one I can't wait to do with you again, it doesn't really count
I'm afraid."
    She sighed. Might as well get started
since there was no way out of it. Elsa hated to work out; she
always felt fatter than when she started. It was one area of their
lives that never overlapped before