NovelEnglishChapter 0672 Nina I stared back and forth between the pamphlet in my hands and the poster on the glass doors.
*Prenatal Yoga: Movement for Expecting Mothers," the sign read.
The one on the door had the simage of a very pregnant woman doing a headstand, and I almost laughed again at the idea. It had to be a gimmick, right? But, as I stepped through the door with my yoga mat tucked under my arm, I realized... that it wasn't.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAll around the room, there were women of all different stages of pregnancy. Shad perfectly flat stomachs, others were maybe halfway through their pregnancies, and others looked as if they were about to burst.
Almost instantly, I felt a little out of place as I looked around. Regardless of the stage of pregnancy, so many of the other women seemed so flexible and agile as they warmed up on their mats, chatting happily.
I furrowed my brow as I glanced down at the pamphlet again. Was this class not meant for beginners? Maybe I had gone to the wrong place.
"Hello," a kind voice suddenly said. "Are you here for prenatal yoga?" I looked up to see a middle-aged woman approaching. She was thin and athletic, with blonde hair pulled back into a slick bun at the nape of her neck. She was smiling, and wearing a matching light blue set of leggings and a sports bra.
"Uh, yes," I said, holding the pamphlet up. "Is this the right place, or...?" She nodded. "It sure is," she said. "What's your name?" "Nina." "Welcome, Nina," the woman replied, bowing slightly. "I'm Hannah. We're so glad you could join us today. Just find a spot and make yourself comfortable, and we'll be starting in five minutes." I nodded and found a place at the back of the room, unrolling my yoga mat with slightly trembling hands. My gaze wandered across the room, taking in the other women who seemed so at ease, chatting and stretching in their chic yoga outfits.
As I sat down on my mat and began to stretch before class started, a voice caught my attention, "First time?" I looked up to see a young woman, around my age, with a perfectly round baby bump and a perfectly poised demeanor. "Uh, yes, it is," I replied, trying to muster a smile.
"I'm Lea," she said, extending a hand. "You look familiar, by the way." "Do I?" I asked with a slight laugh.
She nodded, then narrowed her eyes slightly atas she tried to figure out who I was. Then, her face seemed to light up with recognition. "You're Enzo Rivers' wife. The hockey player?" "That's me," I said, throwing my hands up in mock admission. "Local celebrity, huh?" Lea scoffed slightly. "Hardly," she said, rolling her mat out next to mine. "I'm kidding, of course." "Of course."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Although," she said, "I do have to say... it was quite interesting to find out that Enzo Rivers married you. He didn't seem like that type."
I narrowed my eyes slightly, but said nothing. It wasn't terribly uncommon for people to make comments like this, Enzo had, after all, had the reputation of not only a star hockey player, but also a playboy himself. We had put those days behind us, though.
Before I could respond, the class began. Thank god, I thought to myself.
The class began with ssimple stretches, but I quickly realized my flexibility was not what it used to be. Each move felt more like a struggle, n and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as I glanced around the room, seeing all of the others move with such grace and ease. "And now," Hannah said, "we're going to move into Warrior III.." Lea, who was still next to me, seemed to notice my discomfort as we flowed into the next pose.
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