The Maternity Uniform – Part I

THE MATERNITY UNIFORM – PART I

Author’s Note: “The Maternity Uniform” is a tale divided into three parts.

1.

“I’ve eaten like a pig tonight,” Jessie groaned, leaning back in her chair as she rubbed her rounded belly with a sigh of contentment and slight self-reproach.

She had truly indulged tonight, feasting on a variety of delectable dishes served on the terrace of her in-laws’ rented beach house in a quiet town near Majorca. The warm night air carried the lively buzz of conversation and laughter from the meal, adding to the peaceful ambiance.

The table was adorned with a feast fit for royalty. The remnants of the savoury paella, overflowing with fresh seafood, were joined by succulent olives bursting with flavour and heavenly bread – perfectly golden and crispy on the outside, but soft and fluffy inside. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated her husband Michael and their son Liam, deeply engaged in plotting their next daring adventure.

Jessie joined in the lively conversation with a laugh, but inside she was struggling with a mix of emotions. As she caught her reflection in a mirror from earlier in the day, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. The woman staring back at her looked nothing like her former self. With only four weeks left until her due date, her body felt stretched and strained beyond recognition. Even her favourite sundress was struggling to contain the added weight; according to the scale, she had gained a staggering 220 pounds.

As she thought back on her first pregnancy with Liam, she couldn’t help but compare it to her current one at 36 weeks. During her first pregnancy, she had gained 60 pounds; now, in her second pregnancy, she had already surpassed that weight gain and was still gaining more. She found herself struggling daily to come to terms with these drastic changes in her body, which greatly affected her self-esteem.

She reminded herself that this was all part of the journey and that these extra pounds were proof of the life growing inside of her. But it was hard to ignore the constant growth and transformation of her body, leaving behind any trace of her former self.

Despite the challenges, there were some positive aspects of being pregnant. Her once thin and dull red hair had become thicker and more vibrant, and her fair skin had a natural radiance that seemed to come from within. However, the physical and emotional toll of gaining weight weighed heavily on her. She couldn’t help but feel envious of other pregnant women who seemed to barely gain any weight. But Jessie knew all too well that bodies can be unpredictable and often defy logic.

“Jessie, you look absolutely radiant tonight,” Helen, her mother-in-law, exclaimed with warmth in her eyes as they met Jessie’s. She reached across the table to give Jessie’s hand a loving squeeze. “And this grandchild of mine is obviously being very well-nourished inside you!” she added proudly, gesturing towards Jessie’s round belly.

Jessie couldn’t help but fidget with her dress, feeling self-conscious about the way it hugged her expanding curves. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she confessed to Helen, “I guess I’m just worried about how big I’ve gotten. I can feel the weight piling on and it’s starting to make me uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be silly,” William, her father-in-law interjected with a boisterous chuckle, erasing any trace of Jessie’s embarrassment. “You’re eating for two now, right? And you look even more beautiful than ever, my dear.”

Michael, her husband, nodded in agreement, his face alight with the same adoration that had first captured Jessie’s heart.

“Absolutely stunning,” he affirmed, reaching out to weave his fingers through her beautiful red hair.

As the comforting words and expressions of love swirled around her, Jessie found herself buoyed by the support of her family. They saw her not as a woman battling the scales, but as a vessel of life, strong and capable. It was a reminder that her worth wasn’t tied to her weight or the ability to fit into society’s narrow standards of beauty. It was in these moments, surrounded by laughter and the gentle caresses of the Mediterranean breeze, that Jessie felt a profound sense of belonging and acceptance. Here, in this beach house, she was home.

“So, how did your recent visit to the obstetrician turn out?” Helen asked with sincere interest.

“Everything’s been on track with the pregnancy,” answered Jessie, a hint of relief in her voice. “Besides the scare with toxoplasmosis in the beginning, it’s been smooth sailing.” She looked down at her growing belly, where Liam’s tiny hand now rested, his curious blue eyes taking in everything around him.

“Is my little brother kicking?” Liam asked, his voice tinged with the wonder of a child who was about to embark on the grand adventure of being a big brother.

“Like a footballer,” Jessie chuckled, covering Liam’s hand with her own. “He can’t wait to meet you.” She noticed the flicker of jealousy hidden behind Liam’s excitement and quickly added, “But you’ll always be my first little man.”

Michael winked at Liam, ruffling his son’s unruly red hair. “And the best big brother there could ever be,” he added.

Jessie pushed her plate away and leaned back in her chair, letting out a contented exhale as Michael assisted her in settling onto the comfortable couch. Meanwhile, Helen and William efficiently cleared the table, their movements seamlessly synchronized after years of living together.

“My feet are killing me,” she groaned, glancing down at her bare feet and noticing how swollen her ankles were.

“I think you mean your big feet,” Michael teased with a grin as he took a seat beside his wife.

Jessie lovingly patted him on the shoulder in response to his playful comment.

Michael gently took Jessie’s feet and placed them on his lap, using his fingers to work magic and release the tension in her arches and toes. With small moans of pleasure escaping her lips, Jessie closed her eyes to fully enjoy the moment.

“If I had the chance, I would go barefoot all the time,” Jessie confessed.

Hearing this, her mother-in-law, Helen, offered a solution with a mischievous smile. “My dear, you are always welcome to go without shoes. This is your home as well.”

The suggestion brought a small smile to Jessie’s lips.

“I may just take you up on that,” she responded, wiggling her toes in delight as her husband continued to give her a relaxing foot rub.

Suddenly, William appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray of ice cream treats.

“Who wants some ice cream?” His voice broke the peaceful atmosphere, drawing everyone’s attention to the frosty confections in his hands.

Liam eagerly raised his hand, eager for a cool treat. Jessie hesitated, feeling grateful but also resistant to indulging.

“Oh, thank you, Will, but I should not eat anymore,” she said with a smile.

Helen’s chuckle danced in the air, light and unburdened. “My dear, life is too short for such worries. A little indulgence is good for the soul, especially for two.”

She plucked a chocolate ice cream cone from the tray and handed it to her daughter-in-law after removing the wrapper.

“You’re trying to fatten me up, Helen,” Jessie laughed softly, licking the melting edges of her dessert.

Helen’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she replied, “Well, it’s all part of my master plan to ensure you’re extra cuddly for that little bundle of joy on the way. Besides, who doesn’t love a bit of dessert?”

As the night deepened, the sweet sound of laughter mingled with the intimate whispers of familial love, creating a rich tapestry of contentment and belonging that enveloped the space. Underneath the twinkling stars of Majorca, Jessie found solace in the small but significant pleasures that surrounded her — the gentle caress of a breeze against her skin through the open window, the loving touch of a foot rub, the shared delight in a decadent treat. Each moment served as a reminder that while her physical form may change, her essence remained cherished and whole, like a precious jewel glimmering in the moonlight.

Helen and William excused themselves to the kitchen, leaving Michael and Jessie alone. They took advantage of the moment while little Liam was absorbed in his mother’s mobile phone on the nearby armchair.

“This heat is unbearable! And my hair is like a blanket,” Jessie complained, tugging at her thick, red locks. She fanned herself and wiped the sweat from her neck, feeling completely overwhelmed by the intense heat. “I envy your mother’s short hair. Has she always worn it like that?”

Michael chuckled, remembering how simple his mother’s style was: short and practical, just like her no-nonsense attitude. Her blonde hair was neatly cut close to her head, giving her an effortless elegance. Despite its simplicity, there was a subtle sophistication in Helen’s short hairstyle, reflecting her confident and self-assured personality.

“Yeah, my mother has always preferred short hair. I can’t even remember seeing her with long hair. She says it’s more practical,” Michael explained.

“I could definitely use some practicality right now,” Jessie said, fanning herself even harder. “Sometimes I just want to shave it all off… Can you even imagine?”

Michael grinned at her playfully.

“Certainly not,” he teased. “And I know you would never actually do that,” he said gently.

“Oh come on, why not?” she challenged, taking another bite of her melting ice cream cone.

“You know how attached you are to your hair,” Michael reminded her with a knowing look.

“That’s not true,” Jessie protested half-heartedly.

“Besides,” he continued, “pregnancy might not be the best time for such a drastic change. Perhaps you should wait until after the baby is born and then consider a slight trim,” he suggested, shifting his position to continue massaging Jessie’s bare feet in his lap. His skilled fingers eased the tension in her arches, causing her to let out a contented sigh.

“I guess you’re right,” she grumbled playfully, as she twirled a red lock between her fingers. “I’ll just have to find ways to keep my hair tied up during these scorching days.”

For a moment, they both sat quietly together, the weight of their impending temporary separation filling the room like the chirping of crickets outside. Jessie knew the rhythm of their family would be off-kilter without Michael’s grounding presence, and yet she felt a surge of anticipation for the days ahead. With Helen’s laughter and William’s occasional whistle echoing from the kitchen, Jessie sensed the potential for new bonds to form in the spaces Michael would leave behind.

“Jessie, are you sure you’ll be okay here alone with my parents while I’m back in London?” Michael asked, his voice filled with worry.

Jessie responded with a loving smile and a confident nod.

“Don’t worry, my love. I know I’m in good hands with them. It’s only two weeks, and your mother takes such good care of me, almost too much. She feeds me like she’s preparing me for the Thanksgiving feast,” Jessie chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement before continuing. “If you find me tipping the scales at 300 when you get back, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Jessie finished her ice cream with a playful flourish, placing the cone between her lips and giving her round belly a satisfied pat. Michael couldn’t help but chuckle at the mischievous twinkle in her eye. She was clearly enjoying their playful banter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I officially give you permission to get that fat!” he teased, pausing dramatically before adding, “But please save some space for me on the couch.”

“You’re silly!” she exclaimed with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m glad to know that my husband will still love me even if I become a giant balloon.”

Their laughter rang out, filling the room with warmth and affection. Then a contented hush descended upon them, the natural cadence of their relationship settling in like a familiar melody.

“Just promise me one thing while you’re away, okay?” Jessie teased, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t go falling for that slim blonde colleague of yours.”

“Oh, you’re talking about Charlotte? I wouldn’t trade a redhead for a blonde any day. You know how much I love your hair and those adorable little freckles,” he exclaimed.

“Good answer,” Jessie said playfully, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Just remember, I’m carrying your child—your future football star who seems to enjoy using my bladder as a trampoline.” She placed a hand on her growing belly where their baby was busy kicking up a storm.

“And that’s exactly why my heart belongs to you and only you,” Michael replied, pressing a gentle kiss on her wife’s lips. The island breeze seemed to mirror his touch, light and airy.

“Besides,” he continued with a wink, “you’d hunt me down. And I’ve seen you hangry, Jessie Davies. It’s not a fate I’d risk.”

“Very wise,” she teased back, her laughter joining his as they reveled in the easy banter that had always been a cornerstone of their relationship.

Despite the discomforts of late pregnancy and the looming separation, Jessie found solace in the constant ebb and flow of their love—a love that, much like the waves of the nearby sea, was persistent and all-encompassing.

“I could really use some fresh air,” Jessie stated, her voice strained. “Can you help me get up from this couch before I need a crane?”

Michael immediately stood up, offering his hand to Jessie with a smile.

“With pleasure, my dear.” Taking his hand, Jessie leaned on him for support as she stood up.

Jessie’s feet, swollen and bare, welcomed the soothing chill of the terracotta tiles as she made her way to the terrace with Michael, gazing out at the sea below. The night breeze in Majorca carried a blend of ocean and wildflower scents, enveloping Jessie in a sensory delight. In the distance, the moon illuminated the dancing waves, creating a mesmerizing performance for her to behold.

“Don’t forget,” Michael said, turning to face her with concern and affection in his eyes, “it’s only for a couple of weeks.”

He reached out and gently caressed her cheek, his rough skin contrasting with her own softness. Jessie nodded, feeling emotional as she prepared to say goodbye in the stillness of dawn.

“I know,” she whispered, running her fingers through Michael’s dark hair. “It’s just…you’ll miss out on experiencing the joy and wonder of your pregnant wife’s waddling.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that always managed to calm her worries.

“I’ll be back before you know it and then I can waddle right alongside you.”

She forced a small smile, imagining Michael attempting a pregnant waddle, and felt a pang of sadness at the thought of being without him for the next weeks.

“Please take care of Liam while I’m gone,” Michael murmured, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes once more.

“Of course,” she replied with a nod. “We’ll have plenty of grand adventures, won’t we Liam?”

She called over to their son, who was engrossed in a game on her mother’s mobile phone.

“Adventures!” Liam echoed enthusiastically, glancing up at his parents with a wide smile.

Jessie and Michael exchanged a fond laugh.

Standing on her tiptoes, Jessie slowly leaned in towards Michael. With unspoken understanding that tomorrow would bring his departure, they shared a passionate kiss filled with sweetness and longing. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, conveying all the feelings that words couldn’t express. Jessie could feel Michael’s heart beating against her chest as he held her tightly as if never wanting to let her go. Despite her large round belly, he enveloped her with love and tenderness, protectively embracing her.

As they kissed, the secrets of the sea whispered to Jessie and Michael. The moon’s light bathed them in a pale glow as waves crashed against the sand. In a passionate embrace, their arms entwined and bodies pressed close, they lost themselves in each other. Every touch was savoured, knowing it would be their last before Michael’s departure in the morning. With the wind playing with Jessie’s red hair, their love consumed them, leaving only the sounds of the sea and their beating hearts.

2.

The sun slowly climbed into the sky, its warm rays shining through the windows of the beach house. The gentle light seeped through the curtains, bathing the entire room in a cozy, golden glow. Michael had departed for the airport silently before sunrise, giving Jessie a few extra hours of undisturbed slumber. She relished in the tranquillity and soon drifted back to sleep.

Jessie padded down the stairs, her swollen bare feet slapping against the cold floor with each step. Her nightgown swayed with each step, and the morning breeze gently tousled her long red hair. She headed towards the kitchen where Helen was serving Liam cookies and orange juice. Helen exuded radiance in her pristine white linen shirt and softly hued sarong, paired with beach platform sandals that emphasized her slender physique. Her short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes exuded warmth and determination as she expertly prepared breakfast for Liam.

Jessie’s delicate lips brushed against Liam’s cheek as she took her seat at the table next to him. She flashed a warm smile towards her mother-in-law, Helen, feeling grateful for her comforting presence.

“Good morning, Jessie. How did you sleep?” Helen’s soft voice was filled with genuine care and concern.

“Good morning, Helen! Honestly, I couldn’t get comfortable last night. The heat was unbearable. I must have tossed and turned until three in the morning. I even saw Michael leave,” Jessie replied with a heavy sigh, remembering the restless night.

“I can’t imagine how challenging it must be, being heavily pregnant during the summer,” Helen said sympathetically while offering Jessie a plate of steaming hot chocolate and doughnuts.

Jessie couldn’t help but chuckle. Lately, she found herself constantly giving in to her cravings for these sugary treats, easily devouring three or four in one sitting.

“I swear, all I do here is eat,” Jessie joked as she took a big bite of her doughnut and savoured the flavour.

Helen beamed with pride as she responded, “That’s exactly what you should be doing, Jessie! When you’re pregnant, you have to give up smoking and drinking. It’s all for the well-being of the baby. But don’t forget, you also need to gain weight and take care of yourself for a healthy pregnancy. And I want you to have that radiant pregnancy glow.”

Jessie chuckled at her words.

“Well, if you think that’s what’s best, Helen. Your delicious cooking and tasty treats definitely contribute to keeping me… glowing. This baby is lucky to have such nourishing care from you,” she said gratefully.

The sound of William’s boots padding against the kitchen floor could be heard as he walked in, dressed in his fishing attire. His neatly combed silver hair added to his classic appearance, highlighting his kind expression. He greeted Jessie, Liam and Helen with a friendly smile before heading to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup.

“Good morning, Will. How’s the sea today?” Jessie asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

William nodded contentedly as he took his first sip of caffeine for the day.

“Today looks like a good day for fishing. The tide is low and the wind is calm. Hopefully, I’ll bring back some fresh catches for dinner,” he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

The family sat down to a calm breakfast together. After they were done, William stood up and collected his fishing gear, double-checking that he had all the essentials for a fruitful day out on the water. With a smile and a wave, he said goodbye before setting off on his mission to reel in the catch of the day.

“Jessie, what do you say we spend the day at the beach? I know of a hidden cove that only the locals know about. We can spend the whole day there, away from the crowds,” Helen suggested eagerly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Jessie and Liam, the youngest member of the family, immediately lit up at the idea, their faces lighting up with joy.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Do you want to spend the day at the beach?” Jessie asked Liam eagerly.

“Yes, mummy! Let’s go to the beach!” Liam exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands in pure delight.

Excitement bubbled up within Jessie and Liam as they prepared for their outing to the beach. With eager hands, Jessie helped Liam slip into his bright red Spiderman swim trunks, while Helen gathered towels and sunscreen to pack into the beach bag. As they loaded into the car, anticipation hung thick in the air, palpable and electric. The promise of a day filled with sun, sand, and endless adventure was enough to make both Jessie and Liam practically quiver with excitement. As they drove towards their destination, the warm rays of the sun seemed to embrace them, filling their hearts with joy and anticipation for the adventures to come.

***

Helen, Jessie, and Liam reached a secluded cove, greeted by the breath-taking shoreline of Majorca. They parked their car and descended a dirt road to the beach. The warm air enveloped them, thick with heat that promised to grow more intense as the day went on. The picturesque landscape unfolded before them, rugged cliffs framing a sandy cove and crystal-clear waters of the Mediterranean Sea.

In this tranquil haven, time seemed to stand still as gentle waves lapped against the shore in a rhythmic pattern. Trees swayed gently in the soft breeze, casting shadows onto the golden sands below. Seagulls soared overhead, their cries blending with the soothing sounds of waves crashing against rocky outcrops.

There were only a few people scattered around the area, creating an intimate and peaceful atmosphere.

“What a perfect spot,” Helen murmured, her eyes mirroring the vibrant blue hues of the Mediterranean. She stretched out on her towel, the bold red fabric of her bikini accentuating her slender figure and the graceful lines etched by a life well-lived.

“Couldn’t agree more,” Jessie replied, her gaze lingering on the horizon where the sky kissed the sea. It was a view that held endless potential and for a moment, she allowed herself to get lost in its vastness.

After settling down, Liam hurriedly raced towards the water’s edge, his laughter echoing in pure delight. Jessie stood back and watched her son with a heart full of love and pride. As he fearlessly explored his surroundings, she saw glimpses of her husband Michael’s adventurous spirit, bringing them closer even though they were physically apart.

The cove exuded a peaceful aura, and Jessie made sure to relish every moment of it. As the sun rose higher in the sky, she felt the day’s possibilities opening up before her – a blank page waiting for her to fill it with joy, salty ocean water, and newfound confidence. Everything seemed perfect to Jessie, except for one thing: the unrelenting heat. She wiped away beads of sweat from her skin as she gathered her long hair into a messy bun and shifted uncomfortably in her tight black one-piece swimsuit. The unforgiving fabric only amplified her insecurities about her changing body, making her feel self-conscious. She couldn’t help but compare herself to her mother-in-law Helen, who confidently sported a red two-piece bikini that gracefully hugged her slender frame.

“This thing is like torture,” Jessie muttered, tugging at the fabric digging into her skin. “It’s like being squeezed by an overly eager octopus.”

Helen chuckled softly, her gaze warm and understanding as she looked at Jessie. “My dear, why don’t you just take it off? You’ll feel much more comfortable without it.”

Jessie looked surprised at her mother-in-law’s suggestion.

“I don’t understand,” she said hesitantly.

“What’s there not to understand? Just enjoy nature in its natural state,” Helen explained.

“You mean… go naked?” Jessie asked incredulously.

“Of course,” Helen replied nonchalantly.

Jessie’s gaze widened in shock as she took in the sight of the nearly empty beach, noticing the surrounding sunbathers dressed in swimsuits. In the distance, she could see two young women lying topless, but there were no completely nude individuals in sight.

“Here? But…” Jessie hesitated, unsure if she was ready for this experience.

“It’s quite common in Majorca. Many of the beaches allow clothing-optional options,” Helen reassured her with her worldly knowledge and experience. “Plus, you’re pregnant my dear, so you can do whatever you want and people should treat you like a princess.”

“I don’t know… Maybe if we both give it a shot,” Jessie joked, trying to mask her hesitation with humour.

“Oh no, I am far too old for such impulsive actions,” Helen said with a gentle smile. “But you, my dear, are young and should embrace your freedom while you can.”

Jessie took a deep breath, feeling both nervous and curious at the thought of baring herself on the beach. The sound of waves crashing onto the shore mirrored the churning in her stomach. The idea of exposing herself to strangers filled her with intense shame; she had never even gone topless before and now her mother-in-law was suggesting she go fully nude. However, with the sweltering heat and Helen’s permissive attitude, Jessie couldn’t help but consider the possibility.

“Do you really think I should do it?” Jessie asked, seeking reassurance.

“Oh, Jessie, just take off that uncomfortable swimsuit,” Helen urged.

“Alright, alright, fine,” Jessie responded with determination. “It’s for my own comfort, right?”.

Jessie took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering butterflies in her stomach. Her fingers trembled as she reached behind her back, struggling with the clasp of her one-piece swimsuit. With a soft click, it finally released and she slowly let the fabric slide down her pendulous breasts, ample hips, then her full thighs, until it pooled around her thick ankles, freeing herself from the garment with a swift movement of her feet.

As the sun beat down on her bare skin, a rosy flush spread across Jessie’s cheeks. The gentle breeze that swept by made her feel suddenly exposed and vulnerable. She instinctively curled up, hugging her knees and feeling self-conscious about being so bare before the elements. The warmth of the sun and the cool touch of the breeze seemed to dance across her skin, making her hyperaware of every sensation.

Meanwhile, Liam was happily engrossed in play with his bucket and spade in the nearby barn when he suddenly noticed his nude mother.

“Mummy, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” he asked with an innocent curiosity and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Helen was quick to respond, cutting off Jessie before she could even speak.

“Don’t worry, my darling,” she interjected serenely. “Everyone has their own way of having fun at the beach. Your mother chooses not to wear a swimsuit because it helps her stay cool and at ease.”

Liam turned to look at his mother, trying to make sense of the situation.

“But no one else is naked,” he observed, scanning the other people on the beach.

“Well, your mummy is,” Helen responded simply.

“I don’t want to take my swimsuit off!” Liam protested, eyes wide with concern.

“Don’t worry, honey.” Jessie’s smile was warm and reassuring. “You can keep your bathing suit on, and grandma is wearing her bikini too. Look, it’s just me who won’t have any clothes on.”

“Just you, Mummy?” Liam double-checked.

“Only me, sweetie. I promise,” Jessie confirmed with a warm smile, trying to ease any anxiety or confusion he may have had.

As the breeze rustled through her red locks and brushed against her skin, Jessie experienced a sense of freedom engulfing her. It felt as though the wind itself was whispering secrets to her, tracing its path along the curves of her body. In the past, she had been too self-conscious to fully expose her body when she was thinner. But now, with her body fuller and rounder from nurturing a new life within her, she embraced a newfound bravery. It was intimidating to bare herself like this, especially in her most vulnerable state and carrying extra weight. Yet beneath the layers of doubt and fear, there burned a small spark of defiance – a bold rebellion against her own inhibitions that she had never experienced before.

“Beautiful,” Helen murmured, and Jessie wasn’t sure if she was referring to the scenery or her decision to shed her clothes. Either way, the word hung in the air, a banner of encouragement under which Jessie slowly began to stand a little taller.

Jessie’s toes sank into the warm sand, embracing the sensation of each grain against her bare skin. She gazed at the sun shimmering on top of the Mediterranean Sea, almost able to forget about her own nakedness that clung to her like a second skin. The other beachgoers around her were lost in their own blissful worlds of reading and soaking up the sun, exhibiting no reaction to Jessie’s exposed state. This was a comforting release for her.

“Just look at you,” Helen said, her voice carrying over the gentle lapping of waves. “En pelota picá.”

“En pelota picá?” Jessie repeated, confused.

“It means ‘naked’ in Spanish,” Helen explained with a smile.

“Oh, so I’m en pelota picá!” Jessie exclaimed with a laugh, feeling the weight of years of self-doubt start to lift with the salty breeze.

Helen glided over to Jessie, carrying a bottle of sunscreen in her hand with graceful and confident movements. She squeezed out a dollop onto her palm and began to apply it to Jessie’s shoulders, her touch gentle yet assured.

“Now, you’re so white and we can’t have you turning into a lobster, can we?” Helen teased playfully, her fingers kneading the creamy substance into Jessie’s pale skin with practiced ease.

“Thank you,” Jessie whispered gratefully, gazing up at Helen with tender eyes as her mother-in-law tended to her. “You know, it’s strange… I wouldn’t be able to do this in front of my own mother… Being naked, I mean. But with you, it feels so natural.”

Jessie’s connection with her mother was far from perfect – they weren’t completely distant, but there was always a sense of separation between them. It seemed as though her mother favoured Jessie’s younger brother more. On the other hand, Helen had taken on a maternal role in Jessie’s life since marrying Michael.

Helen’s chuckle was warm and filled with wisdom and affection.

“Darling, sometimes our chosen family understands us better than the one we were born into,” she smiled lovingly, cementing the bond between them.

Liam leaped up from the sandy beach, his small body bursting with energy as he matched the boundless ocean ahead. Excitement glimmered in his bright eyes as he eagerly tugged at his mother’s hand.

“Mum! Let’s go swimming!” he exclaimed, his voice full of anticipation, pulling at his mother’s hand.

“Oh, slow down, sweetie,” Jessie chuckled, her own energy no match for her son’s.

Jessie gingerly rose from the warm towel beneath her, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. She hesitated, contemplating whether to slip on her bathing suit before joining Liam in the water. But Liam’s eager expression persuaded her otherwise, and she gave into the excitement of the idea. While lying on the towel, she had felt somewhat concealed, but now walking along the beach completely nude was a different experience entirely. She struggled to shield herself with one hand while holding onto Liam’s hand with the other. However, his determination to get to the water as fast as possible and pulling away from her mother rendered her efforts useless.

“Wait, Mummy’s too fat to keep up with you, darling,” she let out an uneasy laugh, sweat glistening on her exposed body. Her belly was swollen and proudly led the way as she walked, while her breasts bounced freely and her bottom jiggled behind her.

Jessie smiled contentedly as she reached the water’s edge and felt the cool waves wash over her sturdy ankles.

Her son Liam, brimming with excitement, released her hand and ran into the water with gleeful laughter. He splashed his mother playfully, spreading his infectious joy across the beach.

Jessie laughed along with him, raising her hands in playful defence and joking, “Watch it now, don’t splash me too much!”

But as she watched Liam continue to splash and play without any inhibitions, Jessie decided to let go of any doubts or fears she may have had. With a deep breath, she fully embraced the feeling of freedom and dove into the water alongside her son.

Jessie’s body was embraced by the chill of the water, washing away any lingering fears or worries. A feeling of liberation and joy overcame her as she revelled in the natural sensation of being fully naked in the ocean, free from societal norms and expectations. It was a moment of pure contentment and self-approval that she had never felt prior to this experience.

Playfully Jessie reached out to her son with arms spread wide like flippers.

“Look, Liam, I’m a whale! And I’m going to catch that little fish!” Jessie exclaimed with joy.

Liam joined in on the fun, swimming around his mama whale and trying to avoid her playful “attacks”. At that moment, Jessie felt completely liberated and carefree as they played their imaginary game together.

Although some of the people at the beach may have cast curious glances in their direction, there was no disapproval or unease in their eyes. Instead, they looked at the nude pregnant woman playing with her child with admiration and respect. It was evident that in this setting, a pregnant woman proudly displaying her bare body did not elicit negative reactions or discomfort. Rather, she was embraced and honoured for who she was.

After they emerged from the ocean, Liam suggested that they build a sandcastle on the shore. With determination in their hearts, mother and son got to work shaping the soft grains into an impressive fortress using only their bare hands. Jessie knelt down next to her son, savouring the feeling of wet sand between her toes while the salty sea breeze tousled their hair. They laughed and played by the water’s edge, basking in a sense of pure freedom and happiness that mirrored the crashing waves. In this moment, Jessie felt like a carefree child again, unburdened by worries or insecurities, simply embracing the joy of being barefoot and naked with her son, who donned his Spiderman trunks. As Liam took charge and directed the construction of their grand sandcastle, instructing his mother with the precision of a seasoned architect, she couldn’t help but admire his creativity and leadership skills. With each scoop of sand and carefully placed seashell, their bond grew even stronger.

Helen walked over to the pair, a smile spreading across her face at the heart-warming sight. She held her mobile phone in her hand, eager to capture this precious moment between mother and son, basking in the warm rays of the sun. With a twinkle in her eye, Helen marvelled at their strong connection as she prepared to take a photo.

Jessie sat on the soft sand, and Liam snuggled close to her side. She held him protectively, their cheeks pressed together as they posed for Helen’s camera. The shutter clicked, preserving this beautiful memory forever.

“Look at this,” Helen exclaimed as she showed Jessie the photo. “The proud naked mummy and her little superhero in his costume! Absolutely adorable!

“Liam looks perfect, doesn’t he?” Jessie smiled slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at her son. “But I look…” she hesitated, “so big.”

Helen gently shook her head.

“Don’t be silly, Jessie. You look radiant. This,” she gestured towards the photo, “is a moment of pure joy. Look at your smile; that’s what truly matters.”

Jessie studied the photograph once more, but this time she paid attention to the happiness radiating from her eyes rather than her perceived imperfections.

“Perhaps you have a point,” she said with a shrug, grateful for Helen’s words of reassurance.

“Accepting yourself as you are, in any given moment, that’s what’s important,” Helen added with a comforting hand on Jessie’s shoulder.

Jessie smiled, realizing her mother-in-law was right. It was indeed a precious picture, capturing the raw beauty of motherhood and the pure joy shared between a mother and her child on a sunny day at the beach.

After a while, Helen and Jessie made their way back to their towels, leaving Liam to play by the water’s edge. As they settled onto their towels, Jessie ran her fingers through her luscious red hair, letting it cascade in waves over her shoulders.

“Oh, this hair is driving me crazy in this heat,” Jessie complained, running her fingers through her thick locks. “I wish I could just get rid of it like I did my swimsuit. If I could, I would shave it all off. Every single strand.”

Helen reclined gracefully on her towel, watching the waves with a serene expression. She turned her head slightly towards Jessie, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“And who says you can’t?” she replied casually, her voice soft yet unexpectedly serious.

Jessie paused, caught off guard by Helen’s response. She looked at her mother-in-law, trying to gauge if she was serious or just teasing.

“Are you serious?” Jessie asked, her tone a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Helen turned her gaze fully towards Jessie now, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Well, there’s something liberating about starting fresh,” she said thoughtfully. “Imagine not having to deal with all the styling and upkeep. Just simplicity.”

Jessie furrowed her brow, still unsure how to take Helen’s suggestion. “Wait, you’re telling me to shave my head?”

Helen’s smile widened slightly. “I’m not telling you anything. I’m just saying, if you want to, why not?”

“Yeah, but… it was more of a joke,” Jessie admitted, trying to process Helen’s unexpected encouragement.

“A joke?” Helen echoed playfully. “Well, jokes can sometimes lead to interesting ideas.”

Jessie couldn’t help but laugh nervously.

“I guess so,” Jessie hesitated, glancing down at her hair and then back at Helen. “But I’ve always had long hair. It’s part of my identity.”

“Identities can evolve,” Helen countered softly. “Especially during times of change, like pregnancy.”

“What do you mean?” Jessie asked, genuinely curious now.

“Pregnancy transforms us in so many ways,” Helen explained, her voice warm and supportive. “Maybe embracing a shaved head could be a symbol of embracing all those changes – embracing yourself in this moment.”

Jessie took a deep breath, trying to process Helen’s words. She gazed at her mother-in-law, her hands still entwined in her long hair.

“But, if I were to do something like that, what would others say?” Jessie questioned, her tone laced with concern. “And how would Michael respond? I don’t know how he’d handle it.”

Helen sat up slightly, her eyes filled with understanding. “People will always have their opinions, Jessie. But what’s important is how you feel about yourself. As for Michael… Well, he loves you for who you are, not just for your hair.”

Jessie anxiously gnawed on her lower lip, her gaze clouded with uncertainty. “I’m confident he loves me, but what if he no longer finds me attractive? My body has already transformed so much with the pregnancy – the weight gain and now… a shaven head?”

Helen reached out and gently placed a hand on Jessie’s arm. “Michael fell in love with you, not just your appearance. And he’s watched you grow and change throughout your relationship. This would be just another step in that journey.”

Jessie looked down at the sand beneath her feet, her fingers still playing with a strand of hair.

“It feels like such a huge step,” Jessie confided,

“It certainly is,” Helen agreed.

“I don’t think I’m ready for it,” Jessie admitted, glancing down.

“That’s completely understandable,” Helen comforted her in a gentle voice. “Just remember, you have the power to make your own choices. Whether it’s keeping or cutting your hair…whatever you choose, I’ll be here to stand by you.”

Helen closed her eyes, basking in the warm embrace of the sun as Jessie’s mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. The discussion about making a drastic change had ignited a spark within her that had long been dormant. She remembered fleeting moments when she was tempted to chop off her hair after giving birth and experiencing the dreaded postpartum hair loss, but fear always held her back. Now, the thought returned to her like an old friend – not just a simple cut, but shaving her head completely. Did she have the courage to do it? And what would others think of a fat, bald woman? These conflicting thoughts waged war within her as she sat on the sandy beach, trying to drown out the noise with the rhythmic lull of crashing waves. But deep down, knowing that she had Helen’s unwavering support meant everything to her, like a guiding light amid chaos.

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