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take what time he could get. He wasn’t even going to ask why her husband or boyfriend hadn’t yet come to a class with her. He would feel ashamed about pursuing a spoken-for woman later.
    They followed the instructor past the rows of tables to the lowered center. Looking around the circle he saw several other couples. He stopped and stood next to Courtney, who looked up at him apologetically. Her smile settled in his stomach like a warm glass of milk before bed.
    “Welcome back, everyone. For those of you joining us for the first time, I am Mrs. Campbell and today we are talking about the second trimester of pregnancy,” the woman said. “This is Mr. and Mrs. Wells, and they have graciously volunteered to help demonstrate some of the techniques we will discuss in today’s class. First off, let’s review the changes that occurred for Mom and Baby during the first trimester.”
    The participants mentioned several changes, and he was shocked when one woman admitted she was still throwing up once or twice a day. Flu-like symptoms for months sounded like a horrible experience to him, but the woman only smiled about it. A common complaint was being tired. He glanced at Courtney, and she smiled at him as if to confirm that she, too, experienced the things the others mentioned.
    When one woman described the weird combinations of food she craved, he grinned at Courtney. Where she normally wouldn’t meet his gaze, this time she did, then she blushed and laughed. The same woman went on to talk about how she felt irritable and cried a lot more than she had before becoming pregnant. Ian was relieved that perhaps Courtney’s earlier crying wasn’t completely due to his insensitive comments.
    Mrs. Campbell then asked about the changes for the babies and put a slide on the screen that showed fetal development from the first week through the twelfth week of pregnancy. Ian stared at the screen in fascination. In just three months the baby went from looking like a tumor to vaguely resembling an actual infant, though much smaller.
    Then Mrs. Campbell asked Courtney to hold up her index finger. “By week twelve, baby is about the size of Mrs. Wells’s finger here.”
    Then Mrs. Campbell pulled out a plastic model of a fetus about the same size as Courtney’s finger and passed it around the room. When the model made it to Ian, he held it in the palm of his hand. Then he looked down at Courtney’s mostly flat stomach, amazed that a baby was actually growing in her body right this second. Leaning down, he placed the model against her, trying to imagine her baby growing in there. She tensed slightly, but relaxed when several fathers in the room laughed at what Ian was doing.
    He whispered, “Do you mind if Mr. Wells asks how many weeks pregnant Mrs. Wells is?”
    She actually snickered out loud and quickly covered her beautiful smile behind her fingers. “Mrs. Wells is ten weeks along.”
    Amazing . Looking at the tiny model of the fetus in his hand, he held it between his thumb and index finger flat against her stomach once more. He moved it around as though it were dancing while he hummed a song. Her small hand closed around his much larger one and she pulled the model out of his grasp. At Courtney’s slight caress, the hair on his arms stood up. He made another note to be sorry later for his reactions to the touch of an already taken woman. Damn if he didn’t like it, though…
    Looking up, he realized Mrs. Campbell was no longer talking and was instead staring at him.
    Courtney handed the model back to her. “Sorry.”
    Thank God Mrs. Campbell was a baby instructor and not a drill instructor or he’d be running laps. He straightened and forced himself to focus on what she was saying about the changes that the mothers could expect over the next three months, including feeling the baby move and finding out the sex.
    At one point, Mrs. Campbell asked him to stand behind Courtney and wrap his arms around her middle so he would