Husband With Benefits

Olivia stared at herself in the mirror and made a face. What was wrong with her! She looked... tired and unkempt, definitely not herself. Her hair, usually sleek and shiny, now hung in unruly strands around her face. Thankfully, she’d washed them after he’d asked her out for the ’walk’. As she leaned back on her vanity chair, she looked down at her still flat stomach. She was sure that she could see it curving a bit... Soon, she would start to show. All the fatigue and unattractiveness that she was feeling now was going to be worth it when she’d get to hold her baby. Atleast her skin seemed to be glowing without any help, thanks to her pregnancy.

With a determined nod, Olivia grabbed her hairdryer and began to tame the wild locks. Since he’d invited her out, she was going to treat this as a date. And that meant dressing up well and putting on makeup. Her hair tonight was going to be in a high ponytail! She couldn’t wear heels so the high pony would make her look taller and more on par with Seb’s height. Hopefully.

But first she needed something nice to wear. As she rummaged through her closet, she picked up a few dresses... only to be disappointed a little while later when she realized that they were now all a bit tight and uncomfortable. She frowned at herself again. It didn’t look like she had gained weight but her dresses were letting her know that she wasn’t fitting into them any longer.

Frowning, she trudged back to the wardrobe and looked for something loose to wear,finally setting on a loose top and leggings, at least she would be looking presentable if not beautiful.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she sat down on the chaise lounge and stretched her aching back. She’d been careful not to tire herself too much but here she was, feeling as if she’d just completed an entire marathon.She did not even have any energy leftover to put on make up. Next time she would do that..

With a look at the clock, she closed her eyes. Well, there was still another thirty minutes left before he came, at the very least. She should catch a short nap in the meantime...

As soon as her head hit the soft pillow of the chaise lounge, exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she slipped into a deep slumber almost immediately, thus missing out on her phone beeping with the sound of an incoming message from Seb.

***

A small wooden vanity table, with a multitude of cosmetics shimmering in the dimlight, lay in front of Emma as she leaned closer to the mirror, meticulously applying each fake eye lash, to make her eyes look adoringly big. As she moved back, she stared at the subtle make up adorning her face. For the first time, she’d focused on downplaying her features and the effect was very becoming, if she said so herself. It made her look at least a few years younger. No wonder the men all fawned over innocent looking women.

With a satisfied smile, she admired her reflection in the mirror, reveling in the image of her beauty.