"Son, wait." Aiden gasped for air and panted as he stopped jogging and placed his hands on his knees, flushed and soaked in sweat. They have been jogging around the village park for almost an hour and have covered almost three kilometers.
Richard turned about to look at his father but kept jogging in place. "Come on, Dad. 600 meters left and we're done." The eldest Rivers son beamed, his dimples deepening on both cheeks as his fair skin shone a pinkish white under the bright morning sun.
At six feet, with a perfectly toned athletic body and his Dad's angelic facial features, Richard Rivers was an Adonis and girls swooned wherever he was and whatever he was doing, even jogging in the park with his parents.
Aiden chuckled as two girls ogled his son and giggled after they passed Richard.
