Deep controlled breaths came from Isaac who was performing a push-up exercise with his mother seated in a meditative pose on his back.
"Are you okay!" She asked. He had already crossed two hundred and twenty. It was frightening to her as she feared her son could collapse at any moment.
Isaac smirked. "It's nothing. You should eat more, I can barely feel your weight."
His mother chuckled. "Why are you at home so often, Isaac? You clearly loved being at the camp, training. Be honest with me, is it because Lucy confessed to Percival that she likes him?"
Isaac collapsed, his cheek pressed against the floor. "She never did that!" He retorted loudly.
His mother chuckled at his red face. "I was just teasing you." She rose to her feet.
"Enough exercise." She strolled toward the kitchen.
Isaac turned, lying on his back. The rotating ceiling fan reflected in his bright eyes. "What are we having for breakfast?"
