"Look who is working up a sweat," Amelia called from the doorway, her voice teasing but full of warmth. She leaned casually against the frame, arms folded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The scene before her was enough to make anyone laugh: Alan, the ever serious CEO, was reluctantly stretching under the vigilant eyes of her three little ones, while Samuel looked ready to collapse from exhaustion. Even her grandfather was going through his motions, though with a grin that suggested he was enjoying the chaos more than the exercise.
"Breakfast is already on the table," she announced, raising her eyebrows in mock seriousness. "That is, if you can actually tear yourselves away from this world championship workout session."
Samuel's head whipped around so quickly that for a moment Amelia thought she had heard his neck crack. His eyes widened and his entire face lit up like a boy who had just been told Christmas had come early.
