Page 34 of The Perfect Formula


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“That one has suspension,” he said, intrigued.

I closed my eyes. “Why does a pram need suspension?”

“For handling.”

My head snapped toward him. “Griffin. You’re not taking her through Eau Rouge.”

His lips twitched. “Aren’t I?”

I sucked in a breath and held it for a beat, willing myself to find some patience. “You are not putting your newborn daughter in an off-road rally vehicle. Pick something normal.”

He ignored me entirely and started testing the pram.

Not just pushing it back and forth. No, that would have been reasonable.

He crouched low, examining the wheels. Adjusted the handle height. Checked the frame like he was searching for optimal weight distribution.

For a pram.

I crossed my arms. “You do realize this isn’t an aerodynamics test?”

He straightened, eyes still fixed on the high-performance beast of a pram.

“It folds down with one hand,” he said.

I checked the price tag and nearly lost the will to live. “That costs more than a semester of my undergrad.”

“It’s an investment.”

“It’s a pram, Griffin. Not a title-winning chassis.”

But he was already sold.

“Shock absorption, reinforced frame, all-terrain tires?—”

“Oh my God.”

A shop assistant approached, clearly sensing that I needed intervention. “Can I help?”

Griffin turned to him. “Which of these has the best ride quality?”

I clenched my jaw. “We are not discussing ride quality. We are discussing which pram fits in the car without needing a full disassembly.”

Griffin ignored me. “What about cornering stability?”

The assistant looked between us, mildly concerned.

I dropped my head into my hands. “I cannot believe this is my life.”

Griffin, completely unfazed, tapped the obscenely expensive pram’s handle. “Feels solid. Good weight distribution.”

I covered my face because if I had to listen to one more pram review like it was a post-race debrief, I was going to scream.

“She’s a baby,” I groaned into my hands. “Not a G-force simulator.”

“Yeah, but if she’s anything like me, she’ll want smooth handling.”

The assistant cleared his throat. “Erm… this model is quite popular.”