This time my dream was me breast feeding a baby wearing fuzzy blue footie pajamas so I assume it's a boy while sitting in a living room. A teenage boy who is beginning to get acne so about 13-14 enters the house to thump his things down so I assume coming home from school. I cover up. He sits in a chair across from me. He wants to hold his baby brother when I'm done. Later a taller teenage boy comes home and relaxes in a recliner to change the channel on the TV while the other boy is holding the baby. I ask the older boy if he wants a turn before I put the baby in the bassinet. His face says yes, but then he withdraws to say no. I tell him it's okay to like me and his baby brother. It may feel like an act of betrayal to like your new stepmother and the baby from her, but I won't tell anyone you boys enjoy holding the baby except maybe your father. Then a voice from the kitchen says, Tell me what. I explain the awkward situation of conflicting feelings. Naturally the handsome father wants to hold the baby too. Eventually I put the baby in the bassinet in a corner of the living room and prepare in dinner in the kitchen. Apparently I got a crockpot from a shower and love using it. That night is pulled pork. It was a nice dream.
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