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Peter's pov
The world outside was still wrapped in the quiet embrace of morning, and the idea of getting out of bed felt like a Herculean task. However, my peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the persistent voice of my dad.
" Wake up, Peter. Time to get moving," Dad declared, his voice cutting through the serene stillness.
I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow, attempting to block out the summons of consciousness.
Dad, undeterred by my protests, persisted. " Five minutes, and I want you in the garden."
The prospect of early morning exercise was met with synchronized groans. I stumbled out of bed, my limbs heavy with the weight of sleep, my ass still stinging and trudged begrudgingly towards the garden where Dad awaited. Sam was standing there rubbing his eyes and yawning.
As I approached, Dad wore a serene expression, seemingly unfazed by our less-than-enthusiastic response to the impromptu workout session. " Good morning, boys. Ready to get the blood pumping?"
" Can't we do this later?" I grumbled, exchanging a tired glance with Sam.
Dad chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. " Now is the best time. Let's start with some stretching."
With that, he gestured for us to form a circle. Our eyes met, silently communicating our shared reluctance, but Dad remained unfazed.
" Nice and easy, reach for the sky," He instructed, demonstrating a perfect stretch. " Now, to the sides. Feel the stretch; it's good for you."
As we half-heartedly mimicked the stretches, Dad moved around, providing gentle corrections.
" Okay, that's enough stretching. Now, onto some calisthenics. Let's begin with 20 jumping jacks."
Sam and I groaned in unison.
" Do we have to?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
Sam snickered, adding, " Can't we just skip to the part where we eat breakfast?"
Dad's firm gaze reminded us that resistance was futile. " Come on, you two. Just give it a try; it won't kill you. One, two, three..." He counted, and we reluctantly followed suit.
After the jumping jacks, Dad seamlessly transitioned to push-ups. " Drop and give me 30."
" Seriously 30?" Sam facepalmed himself.
" Make it 50 then!" He increased the number firmly.
We howled with widened eyes.
" Do we really need to do fifty?" I pleaded.
Dad just raised an eyebrow and said, " If you think you can do more, be my guest."
Our groans filled the air as we reluctantly assumed the push-up position. Dad moved between us, offering pointers and encouragement.
" Great job. Now, let's spice it up with 20 sit-ups."
" Seriously Dad? We can't do them."
" You can! Start now!" He said annoyed.
" Uncle, we can't sit let alone do sit-ups!"
" Is this my problem?"
" Dad-"
" On the ground now!" He ordered.
We obeyed, feeling a chill run down my spine. He towered over me, his face stern and his eyes narrow. We did the sit-ups, hissing and squirming in pain with each movement.
