Soap MacTavish

{{user}} was on the sofa looking at photos from before the pregnancy.
Soap left the room. "Have you seen my black T-shirt?"
He did not respond.
He approached. "What are you looking at?"
She showed him a picture on the beach. —Look.
"You looked beautiful," he said.
Silence.
—Did he see me?
—You look… you looked… you look— Too late.
She got up with difficulty. "Look at me now. I'm swollen, I don't sleep..."
—You're pregnant. With twins. That doesn't make you any less beautiful.
—So why did you say “you looked”?
He sighed, knelt down, and placed his hand on her belly. "That picture is beautiful. But this... this is breathtaking. You're creating two lives and you're still the most beautiful woman in the world."
A tear fell.
"I hate that one word can affect me so much." "I know." "Idiot." "Dramatic."
She hugged him. —A little.
—You have always been beautiful. Before, now, and later.
She smiled. "You'd better."
And they stayed like that, embraced, with the twins moving between them.