These? These I love.

                                    

                                          
Request idea: not quite a fluff more just like supportive Kayce what if Kayce and Y/N are married and just had their first baby together and Y/N is a bit self-conscious of her extra curves from breastfeeding (she has a history of eating disorder, due to her own critical mom) and Kayce shows her and tells her how much he loves her and the extra curves.
You watched Kayce almost inhale his dinner. It was almost comical, but you knew it was his favorite meal and you were happy to make it for him. Your current issue was it was pasta, with a cream sauce, and you hadn't had the best morning. 
When you had kissed Kayce goodbye and gotten your newborn daughter fed and down for her first nap, you had decided to take a quick shower. When you stepped out of the shower, after glancing back into the bedroom where your daughter was sleeping in her bassinet, you wrapped your towel around your body. 
You knew you still had some of the baby weight, it had only been three weeks since you brought your daughter home, but you figured you might be able to wrap the whole towel around your body by this point. In fact, before you got pregnant, you had been able to wrap towels around you almost twice. Working on ranches your whole life gave you a figure with muscles, one where you worked hard, but also knew the work would come and make it easy for you to keep your figure.
Growing up, your mom had been critical of your weight, because her mother was like that to her. You had been able to push her off for the most part, but every now and then her voice would come over when you thought you wanted an extra roll at dinner, or you wanted a second scoop of ice cream. 
Or like now, with the cream sauce on the pasta and the baked bread with butter. At the time you were making it, you had been craving it. But now that it was on our plate, and due to the towel incident this morning, you weren't so sure. 
You had even felt uncomfortable when Kayce would hug you or try to be loving toward you. Thankfully you were still in the no sex for six weeks stage of post-birth, but that didn't mean your husband didn't want to touch you. 
"What's wrong?" Kayce's question brought you back to the table. 
"What?" You asked him. 
"Something wrong with your supper?" Kayce glanced at your plate where you had probably taken three bites. 
"No," You pushed the pasta around with your fork. "Just not very hungry tonight." 
"You said you didn't eat lunch," Kayce's eyes narrowed at you. 
"I always snack now," You waved him off. "Plus all these carbs." 
"Carbs?" Kayce raised an eyebrow at you. 
"Yeah..." You licked your lips. 
"It's pasta?" Kayce held his fork up. "You love pasta." 
"And it clearly loves me," You said before you could stop yourself. 
"What are you talking about?" Kayce sat his fork down and turned toward you. "What's wrong?" 
"Nothing's wrong," You shook your head. "I'm being stupid." 
"You're not stupid," Kayce reached over and turned your chin so you would look at him. "Now what's wrong?" 
You took a deep sigh and moved your chin out of his grasp. 
"I'm just frustrated," You muttered. 
"With what?" Kayce pushed. 
"Myself," You glanced at him. "Or how I look." 
"What's wrong with how you look?" Kayce looked down at your clothes and you almost laughed thinking he thought you meant your clothes were what was bothering you. 
"I just haven't," You sighed. "I haven't lost all the baby weight and I'm not feeling my best...if that makes sense?" 
"What baby weight?" Kayce asked. 
"Kayce..." You gave him a be serious look. 
"I mean it, babe," Kayce chuckled. "You don't have baby weight." 
"Yes, I do," You leaned back in your chair. 
"Okay," Kayce mimicked you in a joking manner. "Where is this baby weight?" 
"Uh..." You stood up and waved your hands over your hips and stomach area. "I still have my mom's pouch and my hips are huge...don't even get me started on my boobs with this breastfeeding." 
Kayce looked up at you with a smile. 
"You think that's funny?" You asked him, placing your hands on your hips. 
"No baby, I don't think you're funny," Kayce shook his head. "I do think it's funny you think you look bad." 
"You don't see the changes?" You raised an eyebrow at him. 
"No, I do," Kayce slowly stood up. "Come with me." 
He grabbed your hand and pulled you from the table. He walked you down the hallway and into y'all's bedroom, ending at the large mirror above your dresser. Kayce pulled you in front of him, his hands holding your hip bones. You tried to wiggle but he tightened his hold. 
"These..." Kayce pulled you back against him by your hips. "These drive me crazy. You know how many times a day at the office I think of holding these?" 
Your cheeks flushed at Kayce's comment. 
"And these," Kayce's hand slid up your body to cup your breasts gently. "These I love...always have, always will." 
You giggled, your hands holding Kayce's wrists. 
"And this," Kayce moved his hands back down to hold your tiny mom's pouch. "This gave me a daughter who's sleeping in the other room. You carried her for nine months, protected her, and brought her into this world...so as far as I'm concerned, this is my favorite." 
You leaned your head back against Kayce's shoulder. He kissed your temple as he wrapped his arms around you tighter. 
"You're beautiful," Kayce whispered. "You birthed a baby...give yourself some grace." 
"You're really sweet sometimes," You looked at Kayce through the mirror. 
You heard your daughter crying softly in the other room, signally she was awake. You went to leave but Kayce pulled you back to him, cupping your cheek. 
"I'll get her," He smiled at you. "You finish your dinner." 
He kissed you before walking out and you smiled, watching your husband pick up your daughter from her bed in the other room.