"Are you calling me fat?" she asked. She had definitely gained a few pounds while being pregnant and nursing, and she was much more sore than he was.

Sage wrinkled his nose. "How is me being sore calling you fat," he huffed, though his tone was laced with amusement, not anger or annoyance. "I would think you'd want me in top too shape for you," he added, honestly just teasing her a bit.

"Because we both did the same thing, but you're fit and I'm not and I'm probably more sore than you, and you're saying you wanna work out more, but I didn't even think of that and theres no way I'm gonna work out with four kids running around, with more on the way. So I'm fat,"

Sage sort of squinted at her, trying to follow her train of thought and honestly not doing it very well. "None of that makes you fat," he sort of attempted to argue, though was careful not to sound upset or degrading or anything. Mostly he was just ...confused. "Besides, running around with that many kids is exercise in itself," he added with a sort of chuckle. "You're not fat, in any way shape or form. But if you were I'd still think you were the sexiest woman out there," he added lightly.

Celeste grumbled, burying her face in his chest. She still felt fat. She still didn't feel pretty, not how she used to.

Sage sighed, just wrapping his arms around her. He couldn't convince her she wasn't fat, but he would keep telling her that anyway.

Celeste sighed, curling up.

Sage just held her for a while, until the kids started crying. He groaned and moved to get up, grabbing them

Celeste sighed and got up, going to help with the kids.

Sage tossed on a pair of pants quick and then moved to scoop up two of the kids, leaving the other ones for Celeste