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work. I don’t want to put my body through the fertility process if I’m not feeling one-hundred percent.
    To make matters worse, I gained enough weight in Cabo that the sample-size dress that I planned on wearing to the ESPY Awards, that the designer was just going to have to let out a little now no longer fits. I wanted to cry when I slipped the beautiful beaded, white gown over my head, and it wouldn’t zip over my breasts. I looked at Brad, whose eyes had grown as wide as saucers. He’d immediately starting asking the questions that I couldn’t formulate. Could we let it out more? Would other undergarments help the fit? How much did I need to lose before Wednesday?
    It seemed the majority of the weight had been gained in my breasts. I’d noticed my bras fitting a little more snuggly. The designer, stylist, and Brad opted instead for a backless dress that would give my boobs some more wiggle room, in case I couldn’t lose those extra pounds. Hence, why I really need this run. Now, I just feel more annoyed.
    Pancho and I have a routine. When we’re two houses from home, I release him from his leash, and he runs the rest of the way. We get to the point where it always happens and his body shakes with excitement, as he looks back at me with pleading dark-brown eyes. I smirk at him. What a spoiled boy he is. I undo the red leash from his Dallas Cowboy’s dog collar, and he takes off for home without a second glance back at me.
    I have trained my good boy to wait for me patiently at the back gate, and when I catch up to him I open the gate, and give him the command, “Go find Daddy.” He takes off like a bullet, checking the garage for Colin’s cars, and then once he confirms that Colin’s still home, I let him in the house. He runs from room to room looking for him, and when he finds him, he barks like crazy until I give him a head pat. I also might be a tad obnoxious over the dog.
    I stop by the kitchen when we enter the house. Pancho starts his searching routine while I grab a bowl for cereal. I pour the bran flakes into a bowl and get the milk out of the refrigerator. Opening the container, the smell of the milk makes me gag. Great! The damn milk is bad. I quickly close the lid, and place it in a plastic garbage bag and take it to our outside trash bin.
    I pick up my pathetic bowl of dried cereal and pick at the flakes until Pancho barks. It sounds like Colin is in the master bathroom. I remind myself that I have to walk the red carpet in two days and toss out my cereal. I’ll starve myself for the next forty-eight hours. Maybe then my boobs will deflate.
    Pancho found Colin right in the nick of time. I turn the corner and walk into the bathroom glimpsing my naked, gorgeous, husband stepping out of the shower. Leaning against the doorjamb, I take a moment to drink in the sight. Water droplets cling to his muscular back, chest, and arms, making me jealous. He puts his leg up on the side of the tub and runs a towel over his finely sculpted legs. I note that both legs now seem to be the same width. For a while after the “break seen around the world” his right calf muscle and thigh had noticeably atrophied.
    He doesn’t realize I’m behind him, watching. Pancho lets out another yelp as if to tell him to turn around. Colin misinterprets it and says to him as he scratches his ears, “Don’t worry, boy. She’ll be in here in a second.”
    Colin brings the towel up, and moves it back and forth over his dark-blonde hair, making his curls a tussled mess. When he’s done, he hangs up the towel and does his signature dog-shake move. Him and Pancho—no matter how dry they get, they both still have to wiggle their bodies, as if to release the last bit of water droplets hanging on for dear life.
    I stroll in the bathroom and Colin, sensing my presence, looks at me with those piercing green eyes. They skim over me, head to toe, and make me smile. “Like what you see?”
    “Like it much better when it’s naked,