Easter holiday in Miami//Private//

"You make it sound as if you think I'm fat..." she muttered.

"Kushina, you do professional martial arts. How the hell can you be fat? You're all muscle!"

She sighed and glanced down herself. "Yeah, but even there, I stick out..." she muttered. "None of the others are this wide..." she murmured. Of course she felt slightly fat next to those 'stick girls'.

"Oh for the love of... look." Minato shuffled over to the edge of the bed and brought out his laptop, booted it up, and, after some clicking and swearing, arrived at the page he wanted. "Look! They're not skinny! You can't fight if you're skinny!" he pointed to the pretty muscular female athletes.

She bit her lip. "There's not really that many of them that're, y-know... Wide at the hips, either... Or has much of a bosom..." she sighed. "Sure, they've got some shape, but... Not like... This." a critical look down herself.

"You mean, actually look like women? No, they don't. Since they got this crazy idea that they need to be skinny and look like guys."

She sighed. "I just... I just wanna be skinny and fit in." she muttered. "I don't like people staring as they sometimes do."

Minato, sensing a Sensitive Female Subject, pulled her in close and circled her hips with his arms lovingly. "Kushina... I'm hoping you gain more weight in the future."

"... Wha... Why?" she asked, looking rather puzzled.

"Because you'll be pregnant with our children. And you'll look absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy. Just like you do now."

... Instantaneous blushing and looking down to her lap, though with just the softest of smiles.

Well, that seemed to have gone all right. He just kissed her temple rather than say anything more.

And she turned to kiss him. "Well... If it's like that... I won't mind gaining some pounds..." a weak chuckle.

"Mmmh. You probably will, even before that. You'll need more muscle. Most of the opponents will be taller than you. So you gotta be able to throw them around properly," said the boyfriend sagely.

She shrugged. "Well, I'm not really able to gain weight in fat, anyway..." her metabolism was rather high. And with her training, too - nope. "So I guess no matter what, if I put on some weight, it'll all be muscle until we get to that other point," she grinned.

"Mmmh... just what I was saying.. no fat here.." he let his hands slide approvingly over her wide hips.

"Just... Genetics for the hips, then, I guess..." she muttered, and blushed a little. "They've always made it difficult with pants and the few dresses I have, except the kimono and yukata, though."

"Then don't wear pants?" he suggested helpfully.

An annoyed huff. "You know I like pants. And shorts. I even found a pair of hotpants that actually fit with my hips."

....
"...really, now? Where were you planning on wearing them?"
Because those were HIS hips. Nobody else could revel in their awesome sexiness.

"Uhm. Here. Since it's kinda hot and such. And I used to wear them all the time when I lived here, when I was at home... Shorts, otherwise."

The boyfriend frowned.

"Why're you looking like that? It's just around the house. You know they don't look." and he knew who she was referring to, after all.

He frowned deeper. "I'm not convinced," he muttered darkly.

"One of them's gay, the other's bi but more to the gay side. What's to worry about?"