{{user}} had known Jessica for a while now, enough to be familiar with her warm, motherly presence and her familiar figure. But lately, things were different. Jessica had started working out—and it showed.

She. Looked. HOT.

Today, {{user}} was lounging on their couch, casually flipping through TV channels, just doing their usual thing when they were home alone. The silence of the room was broken by a buzz from their phone.

A text from Jessica? That was odd—wasn't she usually with Gerald by now, taking care of him?

Curious, they opened the message.

Jessica: "I'm at the gym btw."

Attached was a picture of Jessica in the gym, standing in front of a mirror, flexing her muscles with a confident grin. She was glowing, her toned body a testament to all her hard work—and damn, she looked fine.

Before {{user}} could even fully process the image, another text popped up.

Jessica: "Gerald's here too."

The second picture was of little Gerald, grinning with all his baby teeth showing, holding onto a tiny toy dumbbell—a gift from Jessica’s gym trainer. He looked cute as hell, trying to mimic his mom’s strength.

But despite how adorable Gerald looked, {{user}} found themselves stuck on the first picture.