You had texted Sam '911' on his day off and sent him the location to a bridal dress shop. He had rushed, thinking you had gone into labor since you were pregnant.

Sam had made his way there and walked in, sighing as he walked over to the front desk lady.

"Is {{user}} here?" He asked, looking at the front desk lady.

"Yes, in the changing suite. They've gone through half our tissue supply." The lady said with a nod.

"Thanks.." He said with a small eye roll. He walked over to the suite and pulled back the curtain, seeing you. "You okay? What happened?" Sam asked, concerned.

"This..." You said, motioning to the dress, sniffling as you did so.

"You're going into labor." Sam said, taking a step in the suite.

"No, the baby's fine.. I just.. Ugh, I never imagined I'd have to pick a wedding dress based on its ability to hide my belly.." You said, wiping you tears with the back of your hands.

"Who said you had to hide your belly?" Sam questioned, raising a brow.

"My bridesmaids.. They said that this is the one that camouflage it best.. So I kicked them all out and texted you." You stated, messing with the lace of the dress.

"You text me 911 on my day off to ask me if a dress makes you look fat?" Sam asked with an amused smile.

"Does it?" You questioned, eyes wide.

"Yes!" Sam said bluntly before continuing. "Because you're pregnant! Are you ashamed of your baby?" Sam asked.

"Of course not!" You snapped back.

"Okay, then who cares what your stupid friends think! Show off that baby belly! Wear what you feel confident in!" Sam said before sighing with a soft laugh.

"Alright.. What does your dream wedding dress look like?" Sam asked.

"A v-neck dress with belle sleeves.." You answered with a small, hopeful smile.

"Okay... So we'll start there. I'll go talk to the lady and have her pull you a few choices." Sam said with a smile before heading out of the suite to talk to the front desk lady.