Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,23

since Althea was born, and Felicity was really looking forward to it—even more than she was looking forward to the trip she had scheduled with her besties for next month. Even though she’d wanted the trip with her friends first, it hadn’t worked out that way. Knowing it was going to happen, and the wait was because of their work schedules and not because Logan wanted her to put it off, made a big difference in how she felt about it. She was really excited to go away with him this weekend, without a tinge of resentment.

She still didn’t know where they were going, which was driving her a little nuts. Logan was extremely tightlipped about it, all the way up to the night before they were leaving when she was trying to pack.

“You have to give me some hint,” she whined, rifling through her closet.

Logan already had his clothes picked out and was putting them in a suitcase, but his choices didn’t really help her. One pair of jeans, one pair of slacks, one pair of leather pants, two t-shirts, and a dress shirt and tie. Truthfully, the selection only confused her more.

“Bring several outfits,” he called out. “Something casual, something dressy, and something for scening.”

“But how many dressy outfits?” she muttered, yanking on her clothes as she inspected another shirt on its hanger. “How many options for scening, and what kind of scene? How casual?”

“One dress.” His voice came from right behind her, making her jump. She whirled around to find him looking at her with a little smile on his lips. Felicity narrowed her eyes at him in warning. He better not make fun of her. “Jeans and t-shirts are fine for the casual, the kind of thing you don’t mind walking around in all day. And two outfits for scening at a club.”

“Thank you,” she said primly.

“You’re welcome.”

He was totally laughing at her on the inside, she could tell, but she didn’t care. At least this time, he’d finally given her specific, usable information. Packing went much faster after that until she was looking at her fetwear.

It had been a really, really long time since she’d worn any of it. She didn’t even know what still looked good on her. If any of it would still look good on her.

Staring down at the trunk full of leather, lace, and latex, Felicity chewed on her lower lip, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over her. Did she really have the confidence to wear any of this? Would it even fit over her ass? What if she looked terrible? Or worse, ridiculous?

“Hey, Logan? Are we… you said scening at a club, right?” Anxiety rippled through her. It made sense if they wanted to get kinky. Hotel rooms were fine and all, but they couldn’t replace the equipment and atmosphere of an actual kink club.

“Yeah, why?”

Oh, no, reason. She suddenly had to worry about more than just what he would think, looking at her after she squeezed herself into fetwear—a whole club of people looking at her. Would they be able to tell these clothes had been from when she was younger and skinnier? They had always made her feel sexy, but now she worried she would look more like an old fat woman who was trying to still be sexy… and failing.

“Hey.” Logan tapped her in the middle of her forehead with two fingers. “Whatever you’re thinking, just stop it. I don’t like that look on your face.”

Felicity sighed. “Just not sure if I should even try to wear any of this.”

“Why not?”

She gave him a look. “Um, if you have dad bod, I definitely have mom bod. And people aren’t as nice about mom bod as they are about dad bod.”

Frowning, Logan pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her.

“I love your mom bod. It sounds to me like you’re being one of those people who isn’t as nice about mom bod as they are about dad bod. Unless you’re secretly not telling me, my dad bod bothers you?”

No, she loved his dad bod. The muscles had been sexy when they were younger, but she honestly didn’t find him any less sexy. She liked how cuddly he was now. The squish was nice.

He was right. She was judging herself in a way she didn’t judge him, which only perpetuated the stigmatization of mom bod. Scowling, she wriggled away from him and turned around to look at her options.

The lace and leather skirt with a stretchy elastic