.. no, shit." Could you fix it if you came in here, Steven?" Yeah, but I told you it's not like that." I don't mind. I'm standing out of the water. Co...e on." You sure?" Yeah, come on." I won't look." I'll be disappointed." Oh."I opened the door, and stepped into the steam-filled room. Andy was standing at the end of the bath, away from the water streaming down over the other end. She looked very different, mostly clean, and rather pale. I was right though. She wasn't fat. Not really. She was. She jumped, startled by the knock on her door. Should she answer it? Ignore it? "Come in," she said, her voice thin and shaky. "Ma'am, my name is Dr Reeves. Your husband has consulted me to help you with your ailment," the strange man said, through the door. Dr Reeves opened the door and studied the small woman in the room. She was short, in fact he stood a head taller than her. Her hair was a beautiful chocolate brown, but twisted into a severe knot. Wide blue eyes darted to and fro,. “Then why do you always fuss about her?” I jumped. He had silently moved from his room to my doorway. Seeing him there made me slightly claustrophobic; he was just so big, he dwarfed everything. At sixteen he was almost 6’5"; add broad shoulders and long arms and it felt like a giant was stalking its prey. I knew he was self-conscious about his height so I only brought it up when he was really aggravating me. Most people didn’t know he cared—the average person sees someone tall and assumes they. It took us what seemed like forever to unpack, placing the furniture where we wanted it. It now looks great, with my old antique furniture, the paintings on the wall, the new carpet."Danny, can you please come up here and help me make the beds, I really need to go grocery shopping after this?" she shouts from upstairs."Yes, Nat," I shout back whilst running up the steps. "Grab the end, please," she says.Once we get all the beds made and place our personal belongings in the bath room, she kisses.