Alejandro huffed a breath, breaking away a sweat, crunching down on his arms at once, lifting himself up and pushing himself down again.
“You need to do another set.” A small female voice coed, forcing Alejandro to go for another round of pushups.
“I am honestly tired.” He replied to the small girl sitting on top of his back.
“How much you used to do before you were a father?” Camila, his seven years old daughter asked, adjusting the round black glasses over her small framed face, with a mischievous smirk, playing over her pink small lips and a deep dimple plumed into her cheeks.
“Four sets of fifty.” Alejandro huffed pulling himself up and down again.
“And you have only done three sets of forty. Now do you want to get fat? Or do you just want to be the man who blames it on the k
