"Mommy, aren't you getting tired?" Chacha tilted her head, studying Lola's side profile. "I miss playing with you."
Second perked up. "Mommy, if you come with us, you'll finally outrun them!"
"..." Lola forced out a smile, abandoning all thoughts of conserving energy as she turned to the side — where a golf cart approached, the twins riding in it with Baby behind the wheel.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said between heavy breaths. "Mommy's just… a little busy today."
"We know that, Mommy." Chacha blinked innocently. "Daddy said you might join the Olympics."
"Mommy, if you start competing, Chacha and Second will always cheer for you!" Second encouraged brightly. "Just don't let your feet end up like flat tires."
"..." Lola pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to maintain her smile. Her eyes flicked ahead and froze.
A crowd had gathered around the jogging path.
