Sarah glanced at her reflection in the silver depths of the oval dresser mirror. She sucked her tummy in and ran her fingers over the silky fabric covering her hips and buttocks.

"What I need is a miracle, a fat busting miracle," she hissed at her image. She had so wanted to look her best for her twenty-sixth birthday celebration in a few weeks time. "If only I could borrow Hermione Granger’s magic wand," she sighed.  "A few minutes with that little baby in my hand and all my bulgy bits would disappear." 

Sarah’s generous mouth widened in a wry smile. Knowing her luck she would probably end up with a disastrous spell, Neville Longbottom style.

Shoving her size nine and a half feet into her black stilettos she made her way down the staircase.

"Callum, what do you think of this dress?" Sarah asked the handsome young man reclining on the dark green velvet sofa.

Callum Adams rose to his feet in one fluid motion pulling his T-shirt down over his lean brown abdomen. His toffee-brown eyes roamed over her figure, adoration in his eyes.  Flashing Sarah an irresistible grin he reached behind him for the remote and switched the cricket match off.

"Wow! You look beautiful, honey."

"Oh! Callum, don’t you think it makes me look, you know, fat?"

Fat! Callum froze, that small three letter word was capable of striking fear in the heart of any man.

"Cal?"

"No, I don’t," he replied firmly. Sure the blue dress clung a little, but didn’t Sarah know he didn’t care about a few lousy pounds. A slight frown marred his handsome features as he gazed into Sarah’s misty silver eyes.

Sarah wrapped her arms around Callum’s lean waist and closed her eyes. She knew she was being silly about the extra bit of padding she was carrying, but she just couldn’t bear the thought of losing Callum to some skinny woman.

Callum ran his hands down her waist and hips.

"You look wonderful, you feel good too. But if you’re worried we could take some gym classes together, or maybe some walks after dinner. The exercise would be good for both of us."

Sarah leaned back in Callum’s arms and gazed at his handsome face and thick tawny sun-kissed hair. He was blessed with a lean muscular frame. His warm brown eyes were framed with thick dark lashes that curled against his tanned cheekbones.

Callum looked as good as he always did.

"It must be the cooking that’s made me pile on the weight," Sarah moaned. 

"Perhaps we should substitute some of the ingredients in our recipes," Callum suggested.

"But Callum, you haven’t gained any weight. You’re perfect," Sara said, her heart in her smoky grey eyes. She ran her fingers through the silky tendrils of hair on his nape.

Nuzzling her neck, Callum whispered mischievously, "I’ve thought of something we can do to take your mind of things.  Race you up the stairs."

Sarah smiled brightly, her usual happy disposition restored, she discarded her shoes and spun away.  Her bare feet tapped on the polished wooden floor as she raced ahead of Callum.

Halfway up the staircase he caught her and hoisted her over his broad shoulders, his hands resting on her buttocks as he growled like a manic pirate. "Ah! Ha! Caught you my pretty.  There’ll be no escape for you." His strong muscular thighs carried them up to the top floor.

"Mercy, Sir," Sarah giggled.  Her long dark hair streamed down her back.

Callum’s broad chest shook with unrestrained laughter, as he roared with a mock leer. "Me thinks, my pretty wench, you’d better think of some way to entertain me..." Sarah laughed as Callum carried her through the bedroom doorway.

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