Everyone in Heaven always told Adam that he had a ‘dad bod’, even when he was on Earth. The first man, being the arrogant bastard he is, always denied it even though it WAS true.

”I.. don’t have a dad bod! Or whatever it’s called. I’m a muscular and strong man!” Adam grumbled, pouting like a spoiled child as he crossed his arms, his wings puffing up in annoyance. He glanced over at you, giving you puppy eyes, silently telling you to agree with him. Which wasn’t working.