A post-stuffing nap made the flight go by quickly, and soon the two of you left the terminal eager to set your honeymoon plans into motion, Steph splitting off to load up on snacks at the convenience store while you had the slightly less glamorous task of arranging transportation. While your in-law's credit card was busy tempting you to get an expensive rental car, you heard someone call your name, punctuated with a soft huff.
You looked up from the papers you had to sign and had to stop yourself from doing a double take; leaning on the empty countertop next to you was a rather sizeable woman you'd never seen before. She was tan-skinned, flecks of long black hair spilling from the headscarf she had wrapped around her face and tucked under her second chin, wearing a button-necked sweater that stretched over a sizeable chest and a knee length floral skirt. Going by the size of the belly filling out both, you'd guess she was around three hundred fifty pounds at the least, going on four hundred.
"Er, hello," you say awkwardly, hoping you weren't caught staring too much. "Have we met?"
"I don't think so," she chuckles heartily, standing straight and waddling up to you. "But you're him, right? Steph's new husband? I'm Nasra."
"O-oh!" You exclaim, smiling as you shake her hand and introducing yourself properly, more then a little eager to get to know this person. "Word must have gotten around fast about me, huh? You must be one of Stephanie's friends I hear so much about."
Nasra's smile falters just a little bit. "Well, sort of...I'm her ex."
You freeze up mid-handshake in what you can only assume is a deer-in-headlight's expression. For a moment you're afraid a switch is going to flip and the woman is going to turn out to be one of THOSE kinds of ex's, and you flinch a little when she starts laughing.
"Don't worry, it was a brief fling, didn't last more then a year." She smirks, placing a hand on her shelf of a hip. "Not surprised she didn't mention it to you."
"Did it end badly?"
"Oh no, we just decided we were happier as friends." Nasra leans over a little to loom over you, and you can't help but notice she's quite tall as well. Maybe your estimation of her weight was on the low side. "Now you're gonna take good care of my old flame right?"
"Yes ma'am," you say before you can stop yourself, prompting Nasra to bust out laughing.
"Haha, just yanking your chain," she giggles. "Don't worry, I'm not here to be the overprotective best friend, just wanted to catch you before your honeymoon. You're going on a cruise, right?"
"Yep, got the tickets right here," you say, patting your breast pocket.
"Let me see them."
You raise your eyebrow as you unfold the sheet of paper and hand it over to her. Nasra's brow raises in delight and she takes out her phone to make a call. Chattering away in rapid-fire French, she takes out a pen and bites the cap off, scrawling something on your tickets before re-capping it and hanging up the phone.
"Congratulations, you just got upgraded," she announced proudly. "Put the new ticket info on there, they know you're coming so just show them some ID when you arrive."
You stare in surprise at her, not sure where to start.
"I have the feeling you and Steph will enjoy the hidden perks I get as a company manager," she says with a wink. "Consider it my belated wedding present, for both of you. Have fun!"
You stare at the tickets in disbelief for a moment, and then when you look up intent on asking more questions, she appears to have vanished.
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"A room upgrade?" Stephanie asks, slurping down on a fruity cocktail. "I thought mom and dad got us VIP tickets already?"
"I thought so too," you agree as you stride along the deck, glancing back at the staff who happily waved you onboard. You tug at the waistband of your swim shorts, already feeling a little snug thanks to the large breakfast you both shared already. "But your friend was able to upgrade us beyond that, apparently."
Steph places a hand on her hip in confusion, jutting out her own burgeoning belly already starting to hang over the top of her bikini bottom. "You're not talking about Nasra, are you?"
You freeze midway through your own cocktail. "Yeah, that's her! How did you know?"
"She was studying hospitality when we dated in college," Stephanie explains. "Figured she'd be the one working for a cruise line. Hey, don't skimp on the snacking buster."
"You never mentioned an ex," you say after taking a mouthful of the Twix bar she shoved into your other hand.
"It was a real brief fling, and we decided we were better as friends," Stephanie repeats before leaning in a little bit. "And honestly, she was a little too skinny for my tastes. A whopping eighty pounds soaking wet through to senior year." She tilts her head as she looks at you. "What are you smirking about?"
"I'll tell you later," you say as you finally reach the door of your room, conveniently right across from a buffet area. "Well, here it is. Ready to get settled in?"
"Ready to get wheeled off of this boat in two weeks," she grins seductively at you, patting her already widening backside as she hip-checks the door open. Looking inside, it seems just as luxurious as the sunset suite that you were supposed to be staying in, just as unnecessarily plush and ornately designed, with a set of double doors opening onto a private deck just for the two of you. Stepping inside though, you can't miss the most obvious addition to the room...
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