“Hi.” She rubs sudsy hands over her stomach and breasts. “Tough run?” “I learned a hard lesson about physics and weight distribution.” “O-kay.” Her brows scrunch together. “Leo brought Callum in a jogging stroller. It’s harder than it looks,” I explain. A smile spreads across her face. “I cannot picture you running with a stroller.” “I looked cool as hell. I’ve got future DILF written all over me.”
