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The morning sun rose in the sky, casting a cheerful glow over the suburban streets as Leah jogged steadily, her figure wrapped in form-fitting activewear that emphasized her athletic build. She moved with ease, her three-month-old son contentedly nestled in the jogging stroller she pushed ahead of her. Brian jogged beside her, his pace slower, more casual, as he matched her rhythm.
Leah’s body had changed subtly since the pregnancy—her hips had softened, her curves more pronounced. But it was her breasts that drew the most attention. Fuller now from breastfeeding, they pressed noticeably against the fabric of her sports bra. She exuded a kind of radiance that seemed to draw every eye in the neighborhood.
Including Scott’s.
From the shaded patio of a nearby café, Scott sat back in his chair, a dark smile tugging at his lips as he watched the couple pass. He had been nursing a coffee for nearly an hour, his gaze occasionally flicking to the sidewalk as if he had been waiting for this exact moment. And now, here she was.
Leah.
She looked incredible, glowing with the confidence of a woman who had found fulfillment in her new role as a mother, yet still carried the same commanding presence that had once ensnared him. Scott’s gaze lingered on her chest, the way the fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the changes her body had undergone.
But it wasn’t just her appearance that held his attention—it was the dynamic between her and Brian. The way Brian’s body language subtly deferred to her, the quiet power she radiated even in casual conversation. It was clear she was still in control, and that intrigued Scott even more.
He leaned forward slightly, his coffee forgotten as he traced her movements. The stroller rolled easily in front of her, a symbol of her new chapter, but Scott saw more. He saw an opportunity.
“It’s been a year,” he muttered to himself, his voice low, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “She’s happy. Comfortable. Perfect timing.”
He watched as they paused at the corner, Leah adjusting the stroller’s sunshade while Brian handed her a water bottle. They laughed at something, their ease with each other apparent even from a distance. But Scott saw what others wouldn’t—the cracks he imagined might still linger beneath the surface, the echoes of what they had shared before.
To him, it wasn’t over. Not yet.
As Leah and Brian started moving again, Scott’s eyes narrowed, his mind already calculating. He didn’t just want to disrupt their new life—he wanted to reclaim the power he once held. The videos were still there, waiting in the cloud, his leverage untouched. And now, with Leah embracing motherhood, Scott saw a way back into their lives.
His smile widened as he leaned back in his chair, watching Leah’s figure fade into the distance. “Soon,” he murmured to himself, tapping his fingers on the table. “Very soon.”
The game wasn’t over. Not in his mind. And Scott was nothing if not patient.
The rhythmic sound of Leah’s steady breaths and the smooth roll of the stroller’s wheels against the pavement filled the morning air as we jogged side by side. The sun was warm but not overbearing, casting a golden hue over the quiet neighborhood streets. I stole a glance at her—my stunning wife, her body glistening slightly with sweat, the curve of her fuller breasts straining against her sports bra.
Motherhood had only made her more radiant.
Leah had always carried herself with confidence, but now there was something else—a kind of effortless strength that came with knowing exactly who she was. She pushed the stroller with ease, her toned legs moving in perfect rhythm, her body bouncing back from pregnancy faster than I ever could have imagined. She was still every bit the woman I had fallen for, only now, she was even more powerful in her own way.
I smiled, watching her adjust the sunshade on our son’s stroller as we hit a straightaway. Our little boy was nestled inside, sleeping soundly despite the gentle jostling of the path. He was perfect, and every day, I was in awe that Leah and I had created him together.
She caught me looking at her and smirked. “What?” she asked, her breath still controlled despite the pace.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Just admiring my gorgeous wife. You’re incredible, you know that?”
Leah’s smirk deepened, her blue eyes twinkling as she picked up the pace slightly, challenging me to keep up. “Flattery will get you nowhere, mister,” she teased. “Except maybe an extra mile.”
I groaned dramatically but matched her speed. “Cruel and unusual punishment.”
“You love it,” she shot back, winking. And damn it, she was right.
Jogging beside her, I felt a deep sense of contentment. This was our life now—our new chapter. The wild experiments, the power struggles, and the outside influences had all faded into the past. We had chosen each other, chosen to build something together, something real.
And yet, despite the happiness I felt, something pricked at the edges of my awareness—a subtle, nagging feeling I couldn’t quite shake. It was as if someone was watching us, a presence just out of sight, just beyond my reach. I glanced around instinctively, scanning the sidewalk, the quiet patios of nearby cafés, the parked cars lining the street.
Nothing.
Just my own paranoia, maybe.
“Everything okay?” Leah asked, noticing my brief distraction.
I nodded quickly, not wanting to dampen the moment. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just lost in thought.”
She gave me a curious look but didn’t press, instead reaching for the water bottle in the stroller’s side pouch and taking a long sip. I watched her throat bob as she drank, her skin flushed from exertion, her body glowing with energy. Even now, pushing a stroller, hair tied back in a messy ponytail, she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.
As we turned onto a quieter path leading back toward home, Leah glanced at me, mischief flickering behind her smile. “You’re staring again.”
I grinned. “Can you blame me?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Guess I should be flattered that the father of my child is still completely obsessed with me.”
I leaned in slightly, my voice lowering. “Oh, you have no idea.”
Her smirk widened. “Good,” she whispered, her fingers briefly brushing against mine before she surged ahead, pushing the stroller faster. “Race you home.”
I groaned but chased after her, our laughter filling the morning air. This was our life now—our family, our happiness. And nothing was going to take that away.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
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