My Chubby Lover novel Chapter 9

"Swap," he said.

She pushed up and stood. He sat down, and started to push the weights up.

"There was a time that my dad was stuck up. He did tit jobs as if they were going out of fashion, and was always talking about my mom having work done to help her career. He had porn stars on his books, celebrities."

He couldn't argue with Elsa's assessment. It was all true.

"What happened?" she asked.

"He was at a party, getting his name out. Mom was there, and she kept asking him to leave. She hated being with him when he was selling the perfect body. Everyone always assumed that she went under the knife to be so slender. You know liposuction?"

"Everyone knows about lipo."

"Yeah, well, my mother didn't have any of that crap. She's a model who was happy with her faults."

"She sounds like one hell of a woman, who doesn't like to be crossed."

He chuckled, swapping once again with Elsa. "She is."

"So what happened?"

"Dad was determined to stay, and so we stayed. I was twelve at the time. At around one in the morning, we decided to leave. I sat in the backseat, and they were arguing. Mom called him a pretentious prick who didn't care about anyone but himself. She accused him of having an affair, and everything. He shouted at her, told her she was nothing but a whore. Anyway, to cut a long story short as that is embarrassing as hell, Dad wasn't paying attention, and he crashed into another driver. Mom's face slammed up against the glass, and I was struck as well."

He turned, showing her the scar down the left side of his body where the metal of the car had somehow crushed, striking him in the side.

"Oh my God. How did I not know this?"

she asked, reaching out to touch his scar. The mark didn't bother him.

"It's not something I advertise."

"What happened?"

"Mom had lacerations to her face, and after my accident, I had to go to the care unit for kids. Dad had to switch and change between my room, and my mom's room. It was a hard few weeks. Dad got to see all these people that had suffered. I shared a room with a kid who had suffered burns to part of his face and neck. It was like my dad had only ever seen a way of making the beautiful even more beautiful. To hold them up to a higher standard than anyone else."

"The work had gone to his head?"

"Yeah. After we got out of the hospital, Mom asked for him to change, as otherwise she wanted a divorce, and she'd take me with her. There was no way her son was going to turn out like him."

Noah shrugged. "Holy molly, I can't believe I just said that to you."

"I'm really pleased you did. I talk about my mom all the time." She shrugged.

"Parents, huh?"

"They suck at times."

"Your dad is different now?" she asked.

"Yep. He still does the tit jobs, the lipo, and stuff. However, he now has a foundation to help those that have been hurt. It's a good job that he does."

"You're proud of him?"

"Yeah. There was a woman about two months ago who had gotten away from her ex, but he'd left her scarred. Every time she'd look in the mirror, she'd remember this guy. My dad, he healed her, and now she is doing better than ever."

Noah smiled. "How can I not be proud of a guy who does that?"

She smiled, and he couldn't help but look at her. She was so beautiful.