Stockholm Syndrome (BWWM)

Chapter 33

"How do my thighs look?" I ask Sam as I twirl in my black, bell bottom, stretch pants.

Sam looks up from his bowl of pineapples, tosses one in his mouth and chews. "Baby, you look good."

I purse my lips and twirl again in the mirror. "Sam be honest!"

Jumping off of the bed Sam makes his way over to me and wraps me in his arms. "Carter, I'm being honest. You look incredible, like always."

"You're too sweet to me." I turn to face him and engulf him in my arms as well.

I nagged Sam in Hawaii about my weight and even months after our wedding I was nagging him twice as hard. I couldn't help it though because my stomach was holding two big babies and I felt like a moose. For some reason Sam wanted to go out almost every week whether it was to dinner parties or business gatherings, and I was annoyed with him because I was not in the mood to dress up every week while I was six months pregnant.

Tonight I was actually in control in where we went and I was bringing Sam to one of my childbirth preparation classes for twins. For this class the schedule was my favorite, consisting of, breathing, breastfeeding and diaper wrapping techniques. As I slip my wool sweater over my head Sam plays with my belly by blowing bubbles on it. I giggle a little and swat him away before I piss myself. My bladder was uncontrollable nowadays.

Sam smiles and runs his hand along the back of my neck. "So, what exactly are we doing in this class?"

"You'll see!" I say with excitement. I couldn't wait to see Sam's face when he found out he had to change a real diaper. I knew he wouldn't mind the breastfeeding part though.

At the studio Sam and I enter the room with all the other pregnant ladies. The women are here with their husbands or boyfriends, some are even with their girlfriends or wives, and others are single. I take Sam's hand in mine and point to one of the yoga mats that is placed on the floor.

"Go claim that one. I'll get the supplies." I tell him.

Sam follows my instructions and while I gather the breast pump, and mini-5lb dumbbells, my friend from the sessions, Tiffany waddles over to me.

"I see you brought your husband today." She says eyeing Sam appreciatively.

"He's free today and he really wanted to come." I say with a small smile.

"Well, girl let me tell you he is h-o-t HOT. I wish I was having his babies." Tiffany says while fanning her face.

"Tiffany your boyfriend is literally ten feet away from you." I joke.

She shrugs. "He knows I'm the best thing that has happened to him, what is he going to do?"

I shake my head at her and laugh. "Girl, you're a mess."

I make my way over to Sam who is standing awkwardly by the yoga mat. I hand over the dumbbells to him and set the breast pump on our mat.

"Are you excited?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"I'm excited to use this." Sam grabs up the breast pump and smiles down at it.

Oh, my SexMaster. "Stop being a pervert. This is a serious time." I glare at him playfully.

Mrs. Campbell, our instructor - who was a registered nurse and childbirth specialist, enters the room and claps her hands loudly. "I see there's a full class today. How is everyone feeling?"

The group of women cheerfully say 'good' in unison, while all the men mumble replies. I glance up at Sam and he stares back down at me with a grin on his cute face. Mrs. Campbell instructs everyone to get comfortable on their mats, while she sits criss-cross apple sauce on her own.