"Pfft…"
Despite getting permission, Christina tried to stifle the laugh that had been threatening to escape from her lips. She freed her foot that she had been holding while maintaining a yoga position and transitioned into a full split, pressing her bust on the front leg, seeming intent to crush the weights on her chest, as she lowered her upper body on the front leg, showing off the gully traced by her spine, and the roundness hugged by her tights.
She ignored the roaming eyes and complained:
"I'm not made of glass. Why do you worry so much?"
Lucas, hearing that, felt the onset of a headache:
"Sure, you are not made of glass. But you are pregnant, and you should be careful."
Still displaying the light-heartedness that was frustrating the man, Christina said:
"During her pregnancy, my mother had been even more active than I'm being, and at that time, she had been unable to move weights measured in dozens of tons."
