Stillness rang throughout the empty living room. Amongst all the fine leather furniture and South American pottery, not a single thing could be heard. And among all that silence, laid also cleanliness. Indeed, many a dust bunny had met its end within the walls of such a home. It was a place of quiet solitude. It was practically a sanctuary. However, that quiet didn't last long. For in an instant, that almost sacred stillness was shattered by a man putting his car keys into a bowl as he entered the room.

"Oh come on baby. How many times do I have to tell you?" said the man to an unknown figure. "There's nothing wrong with you. The doctor even said so himself. You're worrying over nothing."

The man's name was Manuel. Manuel Ortega. And he was speaking to his wife, Rosalina Ortega. A very lovely young woman that was obviously with child, but also in the possession of a rather impressive bosom. And that concerned her.

"Well then clearly that man was an idiot," replied Rosalina to her husband. "Ever since I started carrying your babies, my breasts went from a B-cup to..." Rosalina paused as she tried to gauge her current bra size within her mind's eye. "...whatever the heck these are. Do these things even HAVE an official cup-size? Anyway, there's nothing normal about this."

Rosalina continued her rant. "I mean really, look at them! Not even the Himalayas have peaks this huge!"

Rosalina waddled her way to the couch and promptly plopped herself into a seat. Her voluptuous posterior cushioning the fall. She then let out a hefty sigh.

"It's bad enough that I gained weight from this pregnancy, now I have to deal with these zeppelins on a daily basis. And let me tell you, clerical work is not easy when you're breasts cover up most of the keyboard."

Manuel had listened intently as his wife spoke her mind. Now, however, it was his turn to talk.

He moved himself to the other side of the couch and then took a seat next to his wife. He then took her hand and wrapped his fingers around her own, completely covering her wedding ring. He then stared deeply into her vibrantly green eyes and spoke.

"Rosa," he said soothingly as his wife stared intently back into her husband's eyes. "You're boobs are huge, you're butt can crush a station wagon, and if you ever wore a white swimsuit to the beach, you'd probably be mistaken for a beluga whale."

His wife's meaningful gaze transformed into a rather unimpressed stare. "Sweetie," Rosalina said dryly. "If you're trying to make me feel better now, you're doing a really bad job of it."

"But," declared Manuel. "Despite all that, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Do you want to know why?"

"Please," stated a still uninterested Rosalina. "Enlighten me."

"Well, it's because I love you," stated her husband succinctly. "I love you with every single fiber of my being. I love you more than any man could possibly ever love a woman. And no matter how much you may change on the outside, I'll always love you with all my heart." "And you know what?" Manuel continued. "Even after all five of our beautiful children are born, have grown up, and even moved away, I'll always continue to love you. Because you're my entire world, Rosa. And I can never see myself living without you."

Manuel stopped talking. His speech was done. Rosalina was gazing into his eyes with tears starting to form in her own.

"How was that for an answer?" her husband asked playfully. A weak smile began to appear across Rosalina's countenance. She then leaned in and hugged her husband tightly. Her bountiful chest pressing softly against his torso. She kissed his cheek and then said "That was a good answer."

"By the way," Rosalina added in a mischievous tone. "You're going to pay for that whale comment later."

Manuel snickered softly to himself. "I figured I would."

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