Chapter 1 (Cecilia Feldman)

I went to the YMCA to pick up the Sam from his swim practice and when I got there, Coach Asher Taylor was outside of the locker rooms and Sam wasn't to be seen yet. So, I went up to, next to the coach and started a conversation with him.

"Hey, Coach Taylor, how are you?" I said.

"Good. Oh, hello, Mrs. Feldman. Are you picking up Sam today?" he asked.

"Yes, I am. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Sam is in the locker room changing, and I know you are not allowed to go into the Men's locker room," he said stating the obvious.

"Yes, I know. How was practice?"

"Great, Sam has one of the best times for butterfly on the team," he said proud of his team.

"I never could get the hang of the butterfly stroke," I said thinking about when I was on the swim team when I was a kid.

"Were you on a swim team when you were younger?"

"Yes, one summer in high school, and I still can't understand how to do the butterfly. I just can't do that stroke."

"If you want to learn butterfly, you should come to one of our practices and I could let Sam or myself teach you how to do it."

"I don't know about that because I work until 3 most days and I want Sam to get better times so he can improve than to teach me how to swim the butterfly stroke."

"Maybe, I could set up a slot for your butterfly lessons once a week?"

"I don't think so, coach. I think my husband would question why I was spending all this time at the Y when we don't have current membership here," I said to refused Asher offer. Finally, Sam comes out of the locker room.

"Coach, did you know most people prefer butterfly or the breast stroke?" Sam asked his swim coach.

"Yes, I did know that Sam," Coach Taylor said.

"See, I don't think you could teach me how to do the butterfly when I love the breast stroke," I said commenting on what Sam just told him.

"Miss Cecilia, how are you?" Sam ask.

"I'm good, Sam, how about yourself?"

"I'm awesome. See you later Coach," Sam said.

"See you Saturday, Sam," his coach said before we headed out of the YMCA.

We were almost outside when I finally wondered what's happening on Saturday.

"What's going on Saturday?" I questioned.

"A swim meet, but I don't know if I will be there because I am a little behind schedule on my school project that is due on Monday, and my mom would be pissed if she knew that," Sam confessed to me.

"If you were my kid, I would be upset too," I voiced my opinion on that subject.

We were at my sapphire blue Mazda 6 and when I unlocked the doors, Sam popped a question that I wasn't expecting to hear.

"May I ask you a personal question?" he expressed and open the passenger's door of my car.

"Of course, Sam. Shoot," I said as I opened my door and both of us got into my car.

"Do you want to have any kids of your own?" he wondered.

"Of course, I do want my own children someday, but I don't think it's appropriate time to discuss this topic with you. Sam, do you have your school project in your backpack?" I ask purposely to change the subject.

"Yes, I do have my backpack and my project for school. I don't understand why can't we continue with this conversation," he countered.

"This conversation is over on this topic because it's not appropriate for me to discuss it with such a young man and I feel very uncomfortable to continue discussing it for a number of reasons," I responded.

"You feel uncomfortable that I ask you if you want any children?" Sam pondered.

"I feel uncomfortable where this conversation is heading, but no, I wasn't uncomfortable about your initial question, yet you kept pushing on for more that this topic was going to get really awkward soon, so that is why you need to stop with the questioning about having children," I explained my opinion.

"I will stop with the questions now," Sam admitted after a few moments while I was driving home.

"Thank you, Sam and did you mother told you where I should be taking you after you swim practice?" I ask wondering if I was supposed to take him home or to my house.

"I think this morning, mom said that she was going to see at home, but I wasn't so sure now because I don't remember exactly what she said."

"Don't worry, I will head over to your house and we'll see what happen next," I said.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading my new story. Soon will reveal what's going on and bring in our favorite couple from When Calls the Heart. Right now you just meet some of my original characters from MTC Life After College! If you like to read more, please let me know by typing up a review. Thanks again for reading! Love Debbie