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“Hey, buddy, I thought you were playing in your tent.” He shakes his head, and then reaches for my hand, pulling me back intohisroom. It melts my heart to know that Nox already has all this stuff set up for him.
Isla enters behind us and lets out a small gasp at the room’s transformation.
A small tear slides down her cheek. “I can't believe I have a grandson.”
I wrap my arms around her without overthinking it. I've grown used to physical affection, as Kiran showers me with it daily. I know this is all so new and overwhelming for her.
After a few moments, I pull away, wiping my own tears away.
“It looks great so far, doesn’t it?”
“It really does. How'd he get all this here so quickly?”
“You know your son...”
She nods in agreement, still taking in the toys and half-assembled crib. Just then, Kiran reaches for Isla's hand and walks her over to a stack of books and sits down, patting the spot beside him.
Looking at the two of them makes me so happy. It means the world to me knowing Kiran is going to grow up with such a loving family around him.
Warm arms wrap around my middle and pull me close as a light kiss brushes against my neck. “She’s in her glory, isn’t she?” he asks.
“You could say that again. I'm sure she's still in a bit of shock, but once Kiran’s little hand is in yours, everything else seems to slip away.”
“That was an interesting call,” he says, prompting Isla to look up and me to half turn so I can see his face.
“I got a main event fight in Vegas for UFC 302.”
“What!?! That’s amazing! When?” I can’t contain myself.
A smirk stretches across his face. “Your twenty-first birthday weekend.”
“No shit! You're kidding me?” I squeal with glee. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than in Vegas, surrounded by all our friends.
“Who are you fighting?” Isla chimes in excitedly.
“Valdez, the current Welterweight Champ.”
“Holy shit... Anthony “Buzz” Valdez! Lennox. This is huge.” The guy has built quite a reputation for himself for both his skill and his theatrics. Not to mention, his nickname stems from the colors of his fighting shorts. Colors that resemble Buzz Lightyear’s space suit. It’s something that was taken as a joke at first, but he’s maintained the colors ever since.
He’s sporting a prideful grin on his face when I turn completely and hug him. “I'm so frickin’ proud of you.”
We’re so lost in the moment that I'm startled slightly when a little arm wraps around my leg. Looking down, I see Kiran’s arms around both of our calves.
Nox peers down at our boy and chuckles as he picks him up. “Hey there, Lil’ Champ, did you want to join in on the celebration?”
“I have a meeting scheduled with Cliff in two weeks in Charlotte to go over my training schedule.”
“I’ve been meaning to follow up with him and let him know my plans to stay in North Carolina.”
“You should. Maybe you could get it scheduled around the same time. I could show you the Charlotte training facility and whatnot.” That sounds perfect, but...
“That could work. How long would we be there for? We’d need to find someone to watch Kiran since Jad?—”
“I’ll watch him,” Isla chimes in as she makes her way to our little huddle.
“We will have so much fun together, won't we, little man?” she says as she tickles his sides. Kiran giggles, and then lunges for her.
“Are you sure?” I question, never wanting to force her into something. Until this week, Kiran has only stayed with Jade or me, but he’s adjusted so well to everyone here. I think he can sense their adoration.
