"Diet? What are you talking about, baby? I mean, sure, you may have put on a few pounds, but honestly I really don't think you need to go on a diet at all. Yeah, I know you used to love having that toned bod before we got together, but hasn't it been great with us this past year? No more early-morning workouts at the gym, counting every calorie and - jeez - cardio, cardio, cardio. I love our life together. You know how much I love to cook for you, baby. And yeah, maybe my portions are a little on the large side - but so what? It makes me so happy watching you belly up to the dinner table and eat until you're so round and bloated that I need to rub your big belly to help you make room for dessert. Speaking of bellies . . . this big tank is mighty impressive, sweetheart. I mean, look at how fat you are! Not so much 'pinch an inch' as 'grab a slab'. Haha. I love it, baby. Love how big and round you're getting. how much weight you're piling on. how heavy you feel next to me in bed. So no more talk about diets, hey? You just keep getting fatter and fatter and I'm just gonna love you more and more. Hungry, baby?"
