Best. Yoga class. Ever.
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I like Brunch
Ivy
Iam never showingmy face in this yoga studio again.
The moment I realise I’ve been standing the wrong way, locked in some ridiculous, romance-novel-level eye contact with Theo while an entire class watches us, my soul leaves my body.
The guy behind Theo, the one who called me out, gives me a knowing smirk as I finally turn the right way.
And Theo? Theo looks far too pleased with himself.
I will be getting my revenge.
I shake it off, force myself to focus, and try to actually listen as Safiya moves us through the rest of the class.
It’s… not as bad as I expected.
Don’t get me wrong—I am wobbling, and my muscles are already protesting, but at least I haven’t fallen flat on my face yet. Small wins.
By the time we’re in the final resting pose, I’m almost feeling serene. Who knew that lying flat on the floor with your eyes closed counts as yoga. This is my kind of yoga.
And then, of course, Theo has to ruin it.
“Comfortable?” he murmurs.
I crack one eye open, peering at him out of the corner of my vision. “You’re not supposed to talk in this part.”
He chuckles, eyes still closed, completely relaxed. “You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself.”
I shut my eye again. “Don’t make it weird.”
“Too late.”
I huff but don’t respond. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
A few minutes later, the class ends, and everyone starts rolling up their mats. I sit up, stretching out my arms, and spot Lucy running toward us from the kids’ area.
“That was so fun!” she beams, plopping down into Theo’s lap. “Did you do good?”
Theo grins. “I did great.” He places a gentle kiss on her head and I swoon a tiny little bit. Never knew that single dads do it for me.
Lucy turns to me. “What about you, Ivy?”
I sigh dramatically. “Well, I only embarrassed myself once, so I’d say that’s a win.”
Theo finds my eyes again and I cut him off before he can say anything. “We are not talking about it,” I warn him.
Lucy looks between us, confused. “Talking about what?”
“Taxes, Ladybug,” he chuckles.
I shoot him a warning look, which he completely ignores, and pick up my mat, desperate to move on. “Right, well. That was fun. Thanks for the invite, but I should get going.”
Lucy gasps. “Wait! We always get smoothies after yoga!”
