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Orion answered a few emails before logging off. The lockscreen was a promo photo of Orion, her wolf fang grillz shining in the light, purple wolf eye contacts in her eyes, an arrogant smile on her face. It was one of Joe’s favorites of hers. “God, I look like a fuckin’ badass.” she laughed, turning the TV on. The door eased open, Joe walked in. “Still on International time?” he yawned before he flopped down on the couch. “Not quite. I’m usually up getting my first round of gym time in and making breakfast for your bottomless pit of a daughter. After breakfast, we watch the news and then do tai chi before school.” Orion shrugged. “You like to keep her busy.” Joe laughed. “Yes! She’s got limitless energy and mama does not! She’s a lot for one person, but that’s my baby. Wouldn’t trade this shit for anything in the universe.” Orion laughed. “You ready for this chaos today? Meeting the family…officially?” he asked. “Should I be shook? Not Big Wolf. I’m good. More worried about being labeled a homewrecker and my baby being called unkind names. Tell your people these hands rated E for everybody.” she laughed. “Calm down killer. Ain’t nobody gone say shit out of pocket. Let me handle the family. Just be yourself. You ain’t gotta kiss nobody’s ass. Ain’t nobody telling me shit about the family I made in my house!” Joe spoke. “Thank you for having my back.” Orion sighed. “What am I supposed to do? Tribal Chief only answers to his Queen. And my Queen is a star.” he winked. “Boy, stop!” Orion giggled shyly. “Come here…anyway we can run yesterday back?” he asked, patting his thigh for her to sit. “Did you miraculously find a Magnum?” she laughed. “You know what…you right. Let’s not tempt fate. And let me finish this Instacart order. See anything I need to add?” he asked, showing her the list on his phone. After adding a few more ingredients, he placed the order and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

“I'll make us some breakfast, go cuddle up with Munchkin for a little while longer, I'll come get you when it's ready.” Joe smiled. “You sure? I can help with breakfast.” Orion sighed. “No, making breakfast is the one thing I can actually cook.” Joe laughed. “How you Italian and can't make a decent sauce? Oh I know…baby boy doesn't cook for himself.” Orion rolled her eyes. “Not my fault. I had my mom & sisters and then I had Shar. And…if I recall correctly, you used to cook for me too.” He teased. “Being this handsome gets you far in life.” she laughed, walking back to the bedroom. As soon as Orion crawled back into the bed, Phynix melted into her. When Joe finished, he crept up to the bedroom. A smile formed seeing Orion and Phynix cuddled up in the middle of his bed sleeping. He crawled onto the bed only for Orion to melt into him the same way that Phynix had melted into her. “Breakfast is ready? Smells good.” Orion grumbled, inhaling his scent deep into her lungs. “Don’t bite me.” Joe laughed. “You’d like it, my Tribal Chief.” she grumbled before placing Phynix into his arms. “We gotta get her a bed ASAP.” Joe grumbled, getting lost in the feel of Orion’s lips on his neck. “Mmm hmm.” she laughed, turning his face towards her. Orion’s tongue eased against his slowly, deeply, quietly. Joe followed her lead, his free hand sliding around her waist to pull her closer. “You’re dangerous.” he laughed. “Maybe a little bit. I’ll see you downstairs.” she laughed climbing over him and off the bed.

Orion made her plate and waited. Before she could pour herself a glass of orange juice, Phynix came sliding into the kitchen with a giggle. “Daddy made breakfast!” she squealed excitedly. “I know. Doesn’t it look good?” Orion smiled, showing Phynix her plate. “I think we should keep him.” Phynix giggled. “What was that, Munchkin?” Joe laughed, scooping Phynix up and sitting her on the counter. Orion sat down at the outside table with her food. Phynix came wiggling into her lap. “Hi Mama!” she smiled, kissing Orion’s cheek. “Hey baby. Go sit so you can eat. We have a big day today.” Orion smiled. “I know I usually sit next to you but is it ok if I sit next to my daddy?” Phynix asked. “Of course. You can help him eat his potatoes.” Orion laughed. “I’ll bring you some.” Phynix whispered as she got up and went to Joe’s end of the table. Phynix climbed into Joe’s lap and ate her food. “Who all am I meeting today?” Phynix asked. “Some cousins, your grandmother, your brother, your aunts. Everyone’s coming from all over to meet you.” Joe smiled. “Wow…I hope they like me.” she sighed. “They’re gonna love you kid.” Joe smiled. “Will they love Mommy too?” Phynix asked. “Let’s hope so.” Joe shrugged. “Do you love Mommy? I see you always making heart eyes at her!” Phynix teased. “She’s so pretty.” Joe smiled. “It’s like you’re Han Solo and she’s Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi.” Phynix giggled. “Ri, come get your kid. She’s being a nerd!” Joe teased as Orion walked back out onto the patio. “Half her nerdiness she got from her father! She got her swagger from her mama, right Munchkin?” Orion laughed. “Swagged out!” the little girl laughed. “Some of us had to grow into our swagger.” Joe laughed. “Yeah, I remember you wearing the fu-heck out of them loafers that used to make your feet look like aircraft carriers. Boy...feet longer than a black church service!” Orion laughed. “You get on my nerves!” Joe snapped with a laugh.

“Think she can entertain herself long enough for us to take a shower?” Joe whispered against Orion’s ear, his arms wrapping around her waist. “I don’t know. She’s pretty obsessed with you.” Orion laughed. “Are you kidding me? She wants to be around Mama all the time. She’s your biggest fan.” Joe teased. “So are you. You’ve crafted your most successful persona in my image.” Orion giggled. “Anything to get you to notice me Senpai.” Joe laughed, his hands sliding under Orion’s top. “Like the boy who cried wolf.” she laughed. “Daddy…do you have Crunchyroll?” Phynix asked as she slid across the marble floor. “Girl, what is crunchy roll? You just ate and you want a snack?” Joe asked. “It’s on the tv so I can watch anime. Mommy, can you sign me in?” Phynix asked, batting her big brown eyes at her parents. “Christ, she’s fuckin’ adorable.” Joe grumbled, his forehead pressing into Orion’s shoulder. “That’s your fault. I was born with RBF.” she laughed. “Please be forreal. You used to bat those big brown eyes at me and have me under your spell!” Joe teased as he followed her to the living room. After Orion logged in, Phynix scrolled until she found her show. “Can we watch JJK later? There are new episodes up.” the little girl asked. “Later or tomorrow. For now…you’ve got Sailor Moon. Mommy’s going to take a shower.” Orion smiled. “Ok, mommy. I'll be right here.” Phynix smiled, pressing play on the remote.

Orion backed away slowly, pulling Joe behind her. “So, its fuck me? Not even asking what I'm about to do.” Joe laughed. “Chill. She's not used to you leaving and being gone for days, sometimes weeks yet. She doesn't have a routine with you, but it’s coming.” Orion explained, Joe nodded. He went into the bathroom before re-emerging minus his shirt, his wild waves dancing across his shoulders and back. “So we're just jumping right into it? Ok.” Orion laughed. “Don’t be scared now.” Joe teased, walking over to her. “Me? Scared? I think not.” She laughed, locking the bedroom door behind her. “Good.” was all Joe grumbled before his hands eased under her shirt. His fingertips danced across her skin before brushing against her taut nipples. Orion’s body instinctively arched into his touch as he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. “Come here.” He growled lowly, his hand pulling her closer by the band of her shorts. She pushed her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. “How do you want me?” Orion smiled, her naked body pressed against him.

“I'm so glad you asked. Right this way.” Joe laughed, leading her to the bathroom. It was perfectly steamy. “Just up here wasting water.” Orion teased. “Am not! Shower has a steam feature that comes in clutch when I need a quick detox cuz I was drinking with my drunkard cousins. I look like shit when I'm hungover.” Joe smiled. “It’s cuz you're so pasty. Still fine as fuck.” Orion grumbled, her hand reaching into his shorts. A soft moan escaped his lips as her fingers wrapped around him. Joe pushed his shorts down his thighs and picked Orion up until her legs wrapped around his waist. “Mm, good girl.” Joe smiled as he guided his thick length into her warmth, her body momentarily collapsed against his. He turned to walk to the bathroom but the feeling of her lips kissing and sucking on the spot where his neck met his ear short circuited his higher functions. Orion smiled at the feel of chill bumps covering his skin.

Joe climbed onto the bed. “Change of plans, since you wanna play.” He teased. “When it comes to me, not my fault that you're an easy slut.” Orion giggled as he started rolling his hips into her. “Meanwhile, you're so damn wet that I'm about to slide out. Who's the easy slut, now?” he teased. “You know I've always loved being treated like I'm dainty and petite. Always picking me up like I weigh 20 pounds.” She moaned softly. “I ain’t never been afraid of you being heavy. I went to the gym so you could hang on my neck like a diamond while I fucked you senseless.” He smiled, his tongue easing into her mouth. Joe lifted her right thigh up higher, allowing him to slide in as deep as he could. Orion moaned into the kiss as he started tapping against her spot. “Oh my god!” She whimpered. “Fuck…I miss you gripping on me like this.” Joe growled, shifting his focus to her breasts. He rolled her nipple between his fingers before pulling it into his mouth, sucking the hardened peak even harder before switching sides.

Orion felt her orgasm building in her core as Joe's lips went from her lips to her breasts and then to the spot on her neck that drove her insane. “I'm yours baby.” He groaned, his orgasm shooting up to the surface. “Damn, just like that? Easy slut.” She teased, her fingers brushing across his nipple. His body shuddered. Joe adjusted, his weight resting on top of her as his strokes became more intense. “You don't think I can feel that? Please baby, I need to feel you.” He whispered against her ear. Orion clung to him as the weightlessness of coming undone washed over her. Joe was thankful that the walls were soundproof because Orion always knew how to rattle the room. “Oh my god, Joe.” Orion moaned, the warmth of her orgasm spreading across her entire body. “Thank you, Daddy.” Orion whispered in his ear, unleashing his beast from its depths. The warmth of his release filled her as his weight pressed into her. His grip on her thigh loosened and she wrapped her legs around him, their breathing syncing as they came down together. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Joe laughed. “But what a wonderful way to go, right?” she laughed. “Facts. We should probably shower.” he laughed, not moving an inch. “You feel good right where you are.” Orion smiled, pressing kisses into his cheek. “I know, feels like where I’ve always been meant to be.” he laughed, pulling his dick from her core.

An arrogant smile teased at Joe’s lips as he watched his cum leak from her. “Come on, shower time.” he smiled, pulling her up from the bed. “I want you to know how sad I’m about to be when y’all leave.” Joe laughed, turning the water on. “When are you coming to Japan? We’d love to have you…I’d love to have you. Tie you to my bed, have my way with you. Then I’d feed you.” Orion growled playfully, his arms wrapping around her waist. “That sounds like you’re trying to get yourself a husband.” he laughed, kissing her shoulder. Orion wasn’t surprised to see the body wash she used waiting for her. “I get the things my lady wants. Even got that fancy whipped shea butter you like. And the body oil.” he teased, washing her back before smacking her ass. “I appreciate it. You've made everything so perfect for us.” She laughed. “I know that for you, actions speak louder than words. I want you to see that I can take good care of both my lady and our baby.” Joe shrugged, smiling at her hands scrubbing him with her favorite body wash. “I been knew that, Leati. Even when I was the side…you took care of me. You took me to see giant flowers that smelled like death. You spent your free days taking me to do the nerdy shit I like when you could've been napping. It never went unnoticed.” She smiled. “You were my cheat day meal. Couldn't live without my steak, loaded potato and chocolate cake.” Joe growled playfully, pulling her to his chest.

“Damn, I was all of that?” She laughed. “Mmm hmm. Except now you're an A5 Waygu tomahawk, garlic butter smashed potatoes and chocolate molten lava cake. Still decadent…still mine.” Joe laughed, backing Orion against the warm marble wall. “Boy…rinse off so we can get dressed!” She laughed, stepping out of the shower. As Joe rinsed the soap from his skin, he watched Orion rub body oil into her skin. As he stepped out and grabbed his towel, Orion dipped into the closet. She walked back in wearing a sleeveless tee and orange basketball shorts. “I got something for you.” Joe spoke as he went into the closet. He came back with a pair of purple Jordan basketball shorts from his Air Reigns collection. He had them do some black and purple for Orion and Phynix. “Ooh. These are fire. Baby girl is going to want to wear this today, especially once she sees me in these shorts. Thank you.” She smiled, shimmying out of the orange shorts and pulling on the purple ones. “Perfect. There’s a whole box of stuff for you and a box for her.” Joe smiled, kissing her forehead and pulling on the red version of the shorts she was wearing. “Those shorts make your ass look amazing, Tribal Chief.” Orion teased, smacking his ass and running out of the bedroom. “Still slow as fuc…heck!” she laughed. “They still haven’t made it to the Grand Line yet.” Phynix pouted. “Munchkin, they are going to get there eventually. Ready to get dressed? Daddy got you cute clothes.” Orion smiled. “He did?! How did he know my style?” she asked. “He stalked my private Instagram and saw our matching fits. And the videos of us shopping for a new outfit. He’s our biggest fan.” Orion laughed as Phynix jumped into her arms.

“Daddy wants to be your boyfriend.” Phynix smiled as Orion dried her off from her shower. “He does? You really think so?” Orion smiled. “Mmm hmm. I saw him touch your booty. Only boyfriends touch Mommy’s booty. Like Takeshita. But Daddy won’t make you cry like Takeshita did. Daddy makes you smile so big!” Phynix smiled. “He’s always made me smile more than he’s made me cry.” Orion shrugged, slathering the little girl in lotion like moms do. The smell of meat in the smoker lured Joe out into the backyard. “She’s fine, funny, can wrestle her ass off, makes me crave her touch, is a good mom and can marinate and smoke a brisket? I need to marry her like yesterday.” he laughed to himself, his Ring camera pinging on his phone. It was Jon, his wife and their toddler. 

“I thought Josh was grilling.” Jon asked, hugging Joe. “He is. Orion got her father’s brisket rub recipe. She told me not to open the door but it smells soo good. I don’t wanna get beat up.” Joe grumbled. “Oh? I gotta meet her if she’s threatening to beat you up.” Jon’s wife Tracy laughed, hugging Joe as well.

“We look dope, mama.” Phynix smiled as Orion snapped a mirror selfie of them. “We do. I think someone’s here. Ready to go meet them?” Orion asked. “What if they don’t like us?” Phynix worried. “Don’t worry about that Munchkin. I told Daddy that I’m ready for the smoke with whoever wants it. And if it all goes to shit…we can go get Jamaican food.” Orion reassured her daughter. Phynix recently discovered that she loved oxtails, rice & peas. “Ok, let’s do this.” Phynix smiled, confidently grabbing her mother’s hand as they walked downstairs.

She stepped out into the throng of unhappy Brazil fans, her US National Team attire had been swapped out for a sparkly bandana top and jacket. A tall man with tattooed, caramel skin and chiseled features leaned against a gray G-wagon, a smile forming on his face as Kamiya walked closer. “Ei, linda, como você está?” he smiled, she rolled her eyes but smiled back. “Hey Davi. Thank you for the ride.” Kamiya smiled as they hugged and he opened the door for her. “Celin wanted to come get you herself but it’s her birthday too. So you get me.” Davi smiled as he climbed into the driver’s side. “It feels like it's been so long since I’ve been here.” Kamiya sighed as he pulled away from the curb. “I haven’t seen you since your honeymoon. How’s marriage?” Davi asked. “You know I’ve been married for almost 2 years, right?” she laughed. “I watched your wedding on Zoom! That wasn’t even a year ago!” Davi laughed. “Yeah…about that. We got married in New York the year before. We didn’t want to wait. Then we did the wedding when we had the time. So you actually watched a vow renewal. I’m surprised Thiago didn’t tell you.” Kamiya laughed. 

“Well, that rich, little asshole got him a good one. A baddie for sure.” Davi grumbled. “Not too much on my husband.” she laughed. “Nah, I like Lewis. He’s a good guy.” Davi had been in love with Kamiya from the moment they met at age 13. Davi was even her first kiss, but then he went to work for Thiago and all that had to end. Thiago wouldn’t allow it. “Lewis knows how lucky he is.” Kamiya smiled. “Let me know if he ever forgets.” Davi winked. “I’ll do no such thing. He’d have to survive my brothers and my dad before he even made it down this far in the list of people he’d have to deal with.” she laughed. Lewis treated her like a queen and in turn, she treated him like a king. “I know he’s behaving. He just posted on IG about him watching you do the studio show. Or you doing anything actually. My man is down bad! It’s what you deserve. He’s obsessed with you. Love that for him.” Davi teased. “As he should be. I mean…Davi you’ve been down bad since we were kids and I was cooking your ass out in the street in front of your mama’s house.” Kamiya laughed. “What can I say? I was a sucker for a pretty girl with a killer left foot. I couldn’t predict where the ball was going. It was magical. You were magical. Had my ass on skates for sure. The game just isn’t the same without you, but it looks like you taught the back line well. They played great.” Davi laughed. “I’m not the same either. I miss it so damn badly but I’ve fallen so deeply in love with my new life. I’m really happy, Davi.” she sighed. “Good, you deserve it. Special request though.” Davi smiled as they turned into the neighborhood. “Uh oh. What is it, Davi?” she grumbled. “Come to visit us more…both of you. And…maybe give us a little one? Can’t just have all the talent die out.” Davi laughed, Kamiya sank down in the seat. “Miya…are you pregnant?” Davi asked, stopping the car.

“I just found out since I’ve been on the road. Lewis doesn’t know and you better not tell him!” Kamiya laughed. “My lips are sealed. Make sure the bebe doesn’t forget his Brazilian heritage. Bring him to the favela to see the family.” Davi sighed, pulling her into a congratulatory hug before continuing to drive. “Of course, D. Brazil is my home just much as Houston is.” Kamiya smiled as they pulled up to her cousin’s house. “My girl is gonna be a mama! And while I’d love to be the daddy…wasn’t meant to be. How ever shall I go on?” Davi sighed dramatically. “Boy, stop. You couldn’t handle this when we were 13 and you can’t handle it now. And you got more babies scattered around Brazil than I have trophies! Just like my grandfather. You’ll be just fine Davinho.” Kamiya laughed. Davi’s looks, deep voice and personality made him a ladies man long before he became Thiago’s top general. “Yeah, but I was holding out and hoping to father the next great Brazilian hope. I mean…you’re statistically better than Neymar. Your skill and my size? The next Pele!” he teased. “Don’t let Ney hear you say that. He’ll have a fit. Being the best in the family is a heavy burden to bear but here I am.” she laughed, crowning herself as she’d seen her little cousin do many times in his career. As Davi walked around to her side to open the door, her phone rang, a FaceTime call from Lewis. 

“Olá, Lewis.” Davi smiled. “Oh…hey Davi. You two out causing trouble?” Lewis asked. “No! He picked me up for the party. We just got here and now…Davi is leaving. Bye, Davi.” Kamiya laughed, closing the car door. “I’ll keep watch out here.” Davi laughed, pressing his forehead against the window. “So unserious.” she grumbled. “Anyway, hey my sexy little speed racer. What are you wearing?” Kamiya growled playfully. “I’m not wearing anything but a smile.” he teased. She could see him wearing a Gotham FC shirt. “I’m gonna have to keep my eyes on you. Everyone wants my damn wife! First Davi, then Kevin Prince Boateng, then Lando, and now Charles. There are probably others. I don’t care…I’ll fight them all at once over you!” Lewis laughed. “Good. My love, you should be resting. It’s late there.” Kamiya sighed. “I know, but I miss you. And…you looked great on TV…they should let you stand more often. Your ass looked phenomenal. Like a juicy peach that I'm dying to sink my teeth into.” Lewis laughed. “That was for you especially.” she laughed. “Do you really have to go to the States before you come home? I need you to come have your way with me.” he grumbled. “Ooh, sounds fun. They need me for the fanfest in Houston and then I’ll be on my way to you. I’ll make sure you are good and relaxed heading into the race.” Kamiya laughed. “I can’t wait to see you. It’s hot in Spain so…minimal clothing. Maybe we can take a few days to hit the beach and you wear the purple thong bikini I like.” he winked. “Sir Lewis! You catch Lando staring too hard and then you’ll have an attitude. And you don’t like how Charles acts around me either. Yet you want me in a thong bikini on the beach? What can I say? I’m sexy & charming. That’s how I landed you!” Kamiya laughed. “Charles needs to tend to his own wife instead of blushing anytime my wife makes a joke. He’s almost as bad as Lando.” Lewis groaned.

“Enjoy the party, send the family my love. I will make it up to them this September in Sao Paulo or in the offseason. Call me later. Love you.” Lewis smiled, blowing her a kiss. He had talked to both Celin & Thiago earlier in the day. “Love you, meu amor.” Kamiya smiled, returning the kiss and ending the call. He still gave her butterflies. Kamiya slid her phone back into her pocket and opened the car door. Davi was already talking to some blonde who was lingering outside. “Ah here you fuckin’ go.” Kamiya rolled her eyes. “Miy, wait up.” Davi called out after her. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he caught up. “You owe me a dance.” He smiled. Kamiya had fun with all her cousins but she needed her husband with her, Lewis was her home just as much as she was his.

“Remember when we used to sneak off to the waterfalls?” Davi asked, his hands pulling her close on the dance floor. “How could I forget? Thiago made me pee on a stick in front of Celin cuz he was so sure that we had sex. I had to beg him not to make you vanish. You’ve been a menace in my life since the day we met, Davi.” Kamiya laughed. “I did get a girl pregnant that summer but it wasn't you. But all summer, I couldn't keep my eyes off all this perfect ass. You've only gotten better with time, Miy. Have I mentioned how lucky Lewis is? He snagged a baddie.” Davi smiled as they started to dance. 

“You have to make an offering to the water before you go…for the baby.” Celin yawned as the last of the guests finally left. “How did you know? I've only told Davi. And even he kinda guessed.” She sighed. “Little cousin, I've watched you drink nothing but Guarana and nectars all night. You love my brother’s caipirihnas! And…Avo came to me in a dream. She mentioned the numbers 11 & 44.” Celin smiled, Kamiya wore #11 her whole career and Lewis was car #44 even when he was the World Champ. “Does Lewis know?” She asked. “Nope. The plan is to tell him this weekend. If he races well, it'll be easy. If he races badly, it'll soften the blow. I'm scared. I just want everything to go right.” Kamiya yawned. “You'll be a wonderful mother. You won't have as many babies as auntie Riss or Avo but you'll enjoy the journey. You do know that Lewis isn't gonna let you live as normal, right? He's going to become your personal manservant. Honestly, he worships you in a way that makes me jealous.” Celin teased. “I don't have any supplies and I have to be at the airport by 10.” Kamiya yawned. “I planned ahead and did some shopping. Get some rest, we'll go to the water and then I'll take you to the hotel and then to the airport.” Celin smiled as she hugged her cousin and went to bed.

“Little cousin, I've heard that congratulations are in order for you and Lewis.” Thiago smiled. “Davi can't hold water to save his life. Don't know how he's your top general.” Kamiya grumbled as she sat down on the patio next to Thiago. “Davi keeps secrets. Avo came to me in a dream.” He smiled. “I need her to stop telling my business from beyond and let me tell it!” Kamiya laughed, realizing her grandmother had come to her in a dream as well but she was sitting by the water in Salvador. “I bet. I think the baby should root for Brazil.” Thiago teased as he pulled her into a hug. “Maybe. But mommy is a 2x World Cup champion for the US. Mommy is an Olympian for the US. Mommy is a NWLS champion. Mommy is a La Liga champion. Mommy is a D1 national champion. Mommy is fuckin’ badass. And then there’s your father…he’s done some stuff too.” Kamiya smiled, consciously rubbing her stomach for the first time. “Has Lewis been manifesting a baby this whole time?” Kamiya thought to herself, realizing that Lewis always had his hand over his stomach. 

A few days later

Kamiya tore through the closet like a woman possessed. Between unpacking from Brazil, her World Cup duties and heading to Barcelona, she had maybe 6 hours before she had to be back at the airport. As her husband requested, very minimal yet appropriate clothing with some extras thrown in for a beach side trip. “Hmm…red or yellow?” Kamiya debated, ultimately throwing both pieces into her bag. “Divine timing.” she smiled, patting her stomach. She was going to have to get used to not seeing her abs, but the endgame would be worth it. “We’re definitely going to have to get a bigger place. There’s no room for a guest room and a nursery.” Kamiya laughed as she closed the door behind her. “There will be a driver waiting for you at the airport. He’ll bring you right to me.” Lewis spoke. “You mean, you’ll be waiting in the backseat with flowers and we’ll go to dinner and then to the motorhome?” Kamiya laughed, already knowing how the evening would go. “Damn, you know me all too well. What can I say? I’m a simp for my wife. I’ll see you in a bit. I love you so much, Kam.” Lewis spoke as Kamiya walked through the airport in Nice. Kamiya always stuck out when she traveled from Nice. Most of the other black wives of Monaco flew private and rarely left the country. She was the only American and the only one who had a career prior to marrying a rich man. 

Kamiya turned her phone off airplane mode as she stood in line to get through customs. “¡Buenas Tardes! Señora Hamilton. Here for the Grand Prix?” her usual gate agent asked. “Yes. We're hoping to podium. This is one of his favorite tracks.” She smiled, putting her passport back into her bag. “Good luck. Lord knows Fernando isn’t winning. Aston Martin has a shit car but what else is new, no?” The man smiled as he waved her off to the promised land of Barcelona. It had to be the pregnancy hormones because the smell of Iberian jamon overwhelmed Kamiya’s senses and now she was suddenly starving. She made her way down to the baggage claim where a robust man in a suit stood with a tablet with “Kamiya” on it in gorgeous cursive. She knew her man's handwriting. The man nodded and smiled, Kamiya fit her husband's description perfectly. He told the man that she was the most captivating black girl with light brown eyes and a sparkling smile.

“Hola, Señora. I'm Mauricio, your driver for the day. I pray your flight was comfortable?” the man asked as he carried Kamiya’s bags to the G-wagon packed at the curb. “It was. I'm thankful for a short flight.” Kamiya smiled, her phone ringing just as the man opened the back door of the vehicle. “You’re supposed to be here with flowers, Lew.” Kamiya sighed. “I have to keep you on your toes. I know that wifey loves surprises. Mauricio will bring you to me.” Lewis laughed. “I miss you, King.” She sighed, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “And I miss you, but you will be in my arms soon enough. When I get you in my arms, I'm letting go until I have to get in the cockpit.” Lewis laughed before saying goodbye and ending the call. Mauricio took Kamiya to see the progress on the Sagrada Familia before whisking her away to the location of the F1 motorhomes. “It has been my pleasure to drive you today, Señora Hamilton. Enjoy the Grand Prix.” The man smiled as he sat her bags at the door. Kamiya typed in her lock code and the door eased open.

The whole motorhome was decorated with flowers and there was R&B music playing. Lewis appeared in the doorway in gray sweatpants and a Hell's Kitchen apron, no shirt underneath. “I love the Sexy Chef vibe. What's on the menu?” She asked, kicking her shoes off. “I've made you spaghetti pomodoro. I hope you like it.” He smiled, stepping away from the stove for a quick kiss. “It smells incredible, I can't wait to try it.” Kamiya smiled. Whenever she was gone and he was at home, he was secretly taking cooking lessons to surprise her. This was the only dish he had mastered so far. “Oh nice, you stocked the fridge with my favorites.” she smiled, grabbing a handful of grapes. “You’re gonna be full for dinner.” He grumbled. “Trust me, I won't.” Kamiya smiled, kissing his cheek and pushing a grape against his lips. A smile formed on his face as he bit into it. “You can thank Angela for the fruit.” Lewis smiled, nudging her towards the table. Kamiya sat down at the table and Lewis poured her a glass of non-alcoholic Sangria. They didn't drink during the F1 season, but now Kamiya wouldn't be drinking at all.

Lewis slid a plate in front of her before taking the apron off and sitting down with his own plate. “You're really about to sit next to me with no shirt on looking all sexy and think I'm going to behave? Lewis, darling you know me better than that.” Kamiya laughed. Lewis nodded, stealing a kiss before he grabbed his tank from the counter. “Happy now?” He teased. “I've been seeing you naked for the past 10 years and my imagination is limitless. In a part of my mind…you're naked with this pasta wrapped around your…well you get where I'm going with this. Mmmm, either I was hungrier than I thought or you've been learning how to cook.” She laughed. “I wanted to surprise you by mastering a new skill.” He smiled. “Baby, get me a win in this car. I'm tired of hearing that you're washed and need to retire. The family and your care team were the only ones who knew about your neck. Did Fred even know?” Kamiya groaned, adding a fork full of pasta into her mouth. “Yes, I talked to Fred about it. He's the only one. Didn't even tell Charles.” Lewis spoke, a smile forming as he watched her enjoy her second plate.

“You go relax while I clean up the kitchen.” Lewis smiled, kissing his wife and leading her out of the kitchen. “You cooked, I do dishes. That's always been the rule. Or do you just like doing the dishes?” She teased. “You've been busy these past 2 weeks and now that you're back with me, I want you to relax. Get out of my kitchen, Mrs. Hamilton!” Lewis laughed as she walked away, her hands raised in defeat. Kamiya took a quick shower before slathering her skin in her favorite body butter before deciding on the red lingerie. The yellow would be for the post win fun. She heard him set the security alarm before turning the lights off. “Ohhh darling, you look incredible. I don't know if I can satisfy you tonight, got a lot on my mind. Maybe just a cuddle?” He sighed. “Of course, my love. You wanna be the little spoon?” She smiled, opening her arms to him. He crawled into her arms, wrapping his body around hers. “I like this better.” He laughed, pressing kisses into her skin. “Boa noite, meu amor.” Kamiya sighed, kissing his forehead as he turned off the lights. “Boa noite, Queen.” Lewis grumbled as he peacefully drifted off to sleep. It was the type of sleep he never got when she was gone. Kaniya never slept as well without him either.

The soft chirp of Lewis’s alarm stirred him awake. “Nooo, not yet.” Kamiya grumbled softly. “I've gotta start my prep.” He sighed but didn't move. Her hands untied his durag, her fingers dancing in his hair. Her voice light and airy, Kamiya started to sing.

Long live the king, you a king, you know it

King already, my baby, you know it

Top everything, everything, you know it

King already, already, you know it

Shine already, it's time already

In line already, it's time already

Shine already, it's time already

The line already, it's time already

“I needed that more than you know, baby.” Lewis spoke. “I know you did. Stop letting them play in your damn face! You're the better driver. You built a better car. Mercedes built a rocket and Kimi and George are good but they aren't you. Sir Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton…you are one of one. There will never be another driver like you. You’ve won in papaya. You’ve won in silver. Now win in red!” Kamiya smiled, kissing his lips. “No one hypes me up more than you. I'm ready to run through a fuckin’ wall.” Lewis growled with a laugh. “Just run through the grid, my love. C’mon…let’s stretch.” she yawned, stretching underneath him. Lewis cuddled into her harder, he really wasn’t ready to get out of bed. “I’ll stretch at the track. Tell me about your trip. How was Rio?” he asked. “It’s always an emotional time anytime I have to do work with the team. The family wants us to come visit more.” she laughed. “Surprised they didn’t ask for a baby.” Lewis laughed. “Davi made that request as soon as we got off the phone.” she laughed. “Of course he did! If it was up to Davi, you’d have a baby in your belly, one on your hip and two clinging to your skirt. Go forth and be fruitful is his motto.” Lewis laughed, rolling until now his wife was in his arms. “It’s easy for men to want all these babies. You have the easiest job in the process. Having said that, we’ve never discussed how many kids we would agree on.” Kamiya yawned before she cozied up next to Lewis on the pillow. “However many you want to have. Like you said, all the physical labor belongs to you. Pregnancy looks hard as shit and childbirth is dangerous. How often do you want to do it? I’m fine with whatever you decide. As long as I get to bring both you and our new baby home each time…we can do it annually until you don’t want to anymore.” Lewis smiled, he would be fine with a few but he did love Kamiya’s big family dynamic. Kamiya’s heart raced waiting for the question that never came.

Lewis and Kamiya matched in chocolate brown pants. He wore a yellow Prada sweater, Kamiya wore a fitted white crop top with yellow accessories that matched his sweater. “You look so damn cute.” Lewis smiled as they scanned their paddock passes. “I had to throw a fit with my husband. But I’m hot just looking at you in this sweater.” Kamiya teased. “Yeah you are. Cuz I’m sexy.” he laughed. “No, it’s hot as hell here! I’d ideally want less clothes on but this ain’t Miami or Vegas.” she laughed, enjoying the last few moments of peace before fans started running up to him for autographs. “I’ve got a surprise for you but it’ll have to wait until later.” Lewis smiled. “That’s so mean!” Kamiya laughed as a little brown skinned girl with braids ran up to them in a Ferrari hat. “You’re on, LH.” she mumbled as she took his phone so he’d have a free hand. “Hello.” Lewis smiled at the little girl. “Hola! Can you sign my hat, please?” she smiled with a thick Spanish accent. “Of course I can.” Lewis smiled as he signed her hat. “And can you sign my kit?” she smiled to Kamiya, unzipping her jacket to reveal Kamiya’s FC Barcelona jersey. “Oh my goodness, yes!” Kamiya squealed excitedly as she grabbed the Sharpie from Lewis. “What position do you play?” Kamiya asked. “Midfield cuz I’m small and fast like Neymar.” the girl smiled, Lewis chuckled softly. “Would you like a picture?” Lewis asked, the little girl nodded. Lewis took her phone and snapped a picture of her and Kamiya, then he took one with Kam’s phone too. “Can I have one with you too? You’re the greatest driver ever!” the little girl smiled up at him. Kamiya took pics with the little girl’s phone and with her own. “Sofia?! You can’t just go running off like that.” a man called out as he made his way over. Sofia had his face. “Oh my days. Hello!” the man smiled. “She got pics and autographs.” Lewis smiled. “Thank you both so much. Good luck today.” the man smiled as they waved and walked away.

“And that is why representation matters. You saw yourself in her and she saw herself in you. Don’t ever think that just because you’re on my arm that you aren’t excellent in your own right.” Lewis smiled, kissing Kamiya’s hand as they continued walking. “Thanks, babe. I needed that.” she smiled. Lewis signed many more autographs and stopped for pictures with fans before they made it to the crisp coolness of the Ferrari motorhome. “This is where we part ways for now. Kiss for good luck?” Lewis smiled. “Always.” Kamiya smiled, kissing him a little more hungrily than she planned. “Damn, girl. Let me go win.” he laughed, waving as he walked off. Kamiya found a secluded corner and pulled out her MacBook. She had some editing to do for her blog. Her time in Rio and Houston was brief but she had plenty of footage to put together.

“Hello, hello.” A melodic voice spoke as a little blonde blur jumped into Kamiya’s lap. “Hola, Leo.” Kamiya exclaimed, giving Leo his required pets and belly rubs. “The Leclercs…how are you?” Kamiya smiled politely. “Hello Kamiya. Oh my god, are these from the Fall Prada 2026 collection? The fit is gorgeous!” Alexandra squealed as she admired Kamiya’s pants. “They are. He thought I would love them as much as he did, so we matched.” Kamiya smiled warmly. “Darling, why don't we ever match? Oh I know…you're always wearing this.” Alex groaned, tugging at Charles's team kit sleeve. “A wide leg denim would be very chic on you, Alexandra. With a fitted top of course. Maybe not too wide on the leg since you are so slender.” Kamiya smiled. Charles nodded a wordless thank you. “See you later, chica. Leo needs water.” Alex huffed before pulling Leo away. Charles lingered. “Best of luck today, Charles.” Kamiya mumbled before turning back to her editing. “Thank you, Kamiya. You look fantastic today.” He smiled nervously, running his hand through his hair before walking away. “Shiiid, I know.” She laughed to herself before returning to her work.

The vlog was finished and posted. The first watch and like was from Lewis, the second came from Lando. Kamiya shoved her tote bag into Lewis’s room and left with her phone and paddock pass. She found Lewis sitting on a crate in the corner of the garage with his ear buds in. Their eyes met and the frown on his face melted into a goofy smile. He reached his hand out for her, Kamiya walked over to him. “There’s my beautiful wife. Sit with me?” Lewis smiled as Kamiya sat on the crate next to him. “Nervous?” Kamiya asked. “I've been doing this for 20 years. Are there nerves? Sure. Wouldn't be human if there weren't. I just hope the car still feels as good as it did in Qualis.” Lewis sighed. “Even when you don't believe in yourself, I do. Today feels…special. And when you're up there at the top step, remember that no one believes in you like I do. My baby can do whatever he sets his mind on cuz he's the greatest.” Kamiya smiled. “Today does feel special. I made this for you.” Lewis smiled, putting his Airpods into her ears. He pressed play on his phone on a song he had written for her. 

He watched her face as she listened to the track, a smile creeping onto her lips. “I still can't believe it's been 10 years.” Lewis sighed as she put the airpods back in his hand. “I can't believe that you remembered the exact day.” she smiled. “How can I forget the day I was actually scared to ask a girl to be my girlfriend? I was hoping that you didn’t say no because of the distance and our schedules. One of the best days ever.” he smiled. “It really was. A cutie had never asked me to be his girlfriend. I felt so special.” She smiled, remembering the day they spent together in Rome. “You are special. I'm not a huge fan of Rome but that's where you were, so I came.” He smiled. “I still have time to put some braids in.” Kamiya suggested. “You don't like my hair?” Lewis laughed. “I love your hair, very regal. Almost like there's a woman in your life that deep conditions and oils your scalp. And makes sure you always have a silk pillowcase when you travel. Hmm…wonder who that could be.” Kamiya giggled.

“Meet you in Parc Ferme. Be safe, my love.” Kamiya smiled, kissing his forehead. He handed her his phone and ear buds before he walked off to get into the car. Kamiya put her headset on, a smile forming on her lips as Lewis’s voice flooded her ears to perform his systems check. She had known for years that the F1TV cameras loved to find her and watch her reactions throughout the race, she covered her eyes in tight turns and covered her mouth to muffle her loud cheers during skilled overtakes. Kamiya could hear her heart thumping loudly in her ears as Lewis made the final turn. She could only imagine what Lewis was experiencing. Her eyes filled with tears as his garage cleared out as his team went to cheer him taking the checkered flag, his first since 2024 and number 106 overall. She was hugged by someone before Lewis’s emotional voice flooded her ears again, she cried harder.

Fred walked over to Kamiya with a huge smile on his face. “He did it!” Fred smiled as they hugged. “This walk feels foreign.” Kamiya laughed as they walked to Parc Ferme. She snapped pictures of his car rolling up and him celebrating on top of it before running over to his crew. His eyes spotted her before he even got out of the car. “You did it, Luigi.” Fred smiled as they hugged. Kamiya could see his eyes light up inside his helmet when we saw her. “We're so proud of you. Go get weighed and come back, I need to see your face.” She smiled, patting his helmet. “Ok.” He smiled. As Lewis pulled his hair back into a ponytail, what his wife said got him. “We?” He thought aloud. He shrugged it off, walking back over to her before heading up to the cool down room.

“There’s my handsome husband.” She smiled as he walked back over to her. “Thank you for always believing in me.” He cried as she kissed him and wrapped her arms around him. “And our baby believes in you.” She whispered against his ear. “Are you serious?!” He smiled, his eyes filling with tears. “Divine Timing, right?” She smiled, wiping his tears with her fingers. “I love you.” He smiled, noticing the camera focused on them. “Time for the Goat to take his place on that top step.” she smiled, nudging him off towards the podium. Lewis blew her a kiss as he grabbed his helmet and went to the cool down room. Lewis had to push the best news of the day down until they left the paddock, but his smile was so wide.

“There’s the goat! Mega drive today.” Lando smiled. “You were unreal today.” George added as Lewis sat down on the red couch. “Thanks. It's been a great day. This room is a lot nicer than I remember.” Lewis laughed. “Yeah, they’ve made some upgrades. You should visit more often.” Lando teased. “I see the Queen Bee has returned and is looking as lovely as ever.” George smiled. “Yeah, I’ve missed her. My good luck charm.” Lewis smiled. “I’ve missed her too.” Lando mumbled as he pulled his black Pirelli hat on and walked out to the podium. “I feel like I’m out of the loop.” George chuckled suspiciously. “He’s in love with my wife. Charles flirts with her.” Lewis rolled his eyes with a smile. “But The Hamiltons are solid, right?” George asked, his name being called next. “More than ever. Congratulations George.” Lewis smiled as his former teammate disappeared down the bright red hallway. “Holy shit, this is surreal.” Lewis laughed as he heard the crowd roaring at the sound of his name being called. It has been so long. 

He felt his heart thumping in his throat as he walked out onto the stage. It finally hit him how many people were actually rooting for him, how many people still believed in him. Among all the faces in the crowd, only hers stood out. Their eyes met and she blew him his kiss and made a heart with her hands. His smile widened as she placed the heart over her stomach before dropping them. The national anthem of England blared over the speakers as Lewis basked in the moment. “All British podium. Would ya look at that?!” Lando smiled as he stepped onto the top step with George for a group picture. The music switched to the F1 movie soundtrack as Lewis grabbed the bottle of champagne at his feet. “Let’s party.” George laughed as he grabbed his bottle. He hadn't drank champagne since the wedding but this spray was celebrating more than just his first win in red for Ferrari. It was a culmination of all the pain, sweat and tears of the past year finally coming to fruition. It was a secret celebration of Kamiya creating life for him. It was also a countdown clock to retirement. The G.O.A.T was ready to just be Lewis…or better yet, Dad.

Jey sat watching Kizzie’s IG from his burner, she was cooking. She was laughing with someone in the background. Jey loved when she made Jamaican food. Her hips whined to some old school Dancehall while she washed her rice and peas and seared the oxtails. Jey was stuck with some Chipotle he picked up on his way home. “Damn, this shit looks so good. I should go get a plate and apologize.” he thought aloud. Kizzie was an amazing cook and would probably be a better chef than she was a wrestler. If she was making Jamaican food, he knew that she had made rum punch…she always did. His heart started to race as her last reel was a photo of two plates and two drinks at her coffee table with Netflix loading in the background. “Oh? She wanna play? Aight, bet.” He growled angrily. 

“Best oxtail I've ever had in my life and I've been to Jamaica!” Damian smiled as Kizzie cuddled up to him on the couch. “You owe me dessert.” she laughed. “It’s on the way.” he smiled, showing her the Doordash tracker on his phone. “Cheesecake Factory? You trynna get fucked again?” Kizzie teased. “By you? Always.” Damian smiled as they scrolled on Netflix for something new to watch. As soon as Kizzie placed Damian’s phone back into his hand, it started ringing. “Aww fuck. I’m not trying to talk to him.” Damian groaned as he saw Jey’s name appear on the screen. “So don’t answer. He was lurking on my IG from his burner I’m not supposed to know about so I know he saw that I made dinner for two.” Kizzie giggled, her lips kissing his neck. “If you were a vampire…I’d let your fine ass bite me.” he laughed. “Maybe for Halloween. Ooh, can we go to Halloween Horror Nights?” Kizzie asked. “That might be you and Rhea’s thing. I’m too tall for a lot of the rides.” he pouted. “I’ll get you a mask and you can be the ride. How bout that papi?” Kizzie laughed as she straddled his lap. 

The next day

Kizzie took plenty of pictures of Damian at the Georgia Aquarium being cute but didn’t post any. Damian took plenty of pictures of Kizzie enjoying the whale shark but only sent them to Rhea. He did however post pictures of the giant manta ray and the tiger shark to his IG. “Can you swim?” Damian asked as they sat down near one of the main tanks. “My parents are fresh off the island. Thick accent and everything. Grew up in Fort Lauderdale and went to Jamaica often as a child.” she laughed. “That explains quite a bit. Saw you and Jey out once and the way those hips were moving…definitely from an island.” Damian teased. “He saw you staring and didn’t like that one bit.” Kizzie teased. “He can’t whoop me, even on his best day.” Damian laughed. “I'd like to see him try. I could stay here all day. I keep trying to get in on the adult sleepovers they do sometimes but they fill up so quick and I'm usually on the road.” Kizzie pouted. Damian and Rhea would definitely have to make that happen for her birthday.

“You want wings from Magic City? It's a thing you do when in Atlanta.” Kizzie laughed as they walked back to the parking garage. “Isn't Magic City a strip club?” Damian asked. He had heard Jey and his brothers mention it often. “It is. Some of the best wings in the city. Mine are better but I don't really feel like frying chicken today.” Kizzie laughed. “Do I get a lap dance too? I've got cash.” He laughed, opening her car door. “If that's what you want. They got all kinds of girls there.” She shrugged as he got into the passenger seat. “I want one from you. Preferably in that green gear with the fishnets and thigh belts that push your ass up.” He laughed, stealing a kiss. “She likes that gear too.” Kizzie blushed, recalling getting felt up by Rhea in the locker room while an unsuspecting Jey waited for her to change. “I know. She told me all about it.” He laughed. “Maybe, I'll put that on for you. So…lemon pepper wet and fries?” She smiled, he nodded. 

Kizzie placed an order and drove to the location. “Don't get pulled up on stage. Well…call me so I can come watch.” Damian laughed as she got out of the car. He watched her ass bounce as she walked. “Ay Dios mio. Praise the Lord for sundresses.” Damian sighed. Kizzie disappeared into the building and reappeared within minutes with a big bag. “It smells so good.” Kizzie smiled as she put the bag in the backseat. “This Durango is sweet, mami.” Damian smiled as he adjusted the mirror. “You driving my shit now? Not even Jey drove my truck.” Kizzie laughed. “It’s not often you get your hands on a Hellcat truck. I couldn’t resist and you make the prettiest passenger princess.” Damian smiled, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “What do you plan on doing with your “indefinite” suspension?” Damian laughed as he drove back to Kizzie’s condo. “Brood. Post some cryptic shots at Rhea. Work on the new character. The pretty girly, pretty deadly version of Kizzie West.” She laughed. “Oh? I didn’t know we were getting a new character.” Damian spoke. “Yeah, they’ve kinda given me free reign on the aesthetic as long as it's girly. Pink or purple?” Kizzie asked. “Teal is girly. There’s too many girls that are pink based. Purple is Judgement Day. But teal…nobody has that.” he smiled. “I like the way you think. I will show you the samples that my mom and I made.” Kizzie smiled. “Your mom makes your ring gear?” he asked. “She does make plenty of it, she’s teaching me. I made the dress I had on yesterday.” she smiled. “Make another one. I liked it.” he laughed. “I’ll see what I can do. I think I still have the pattern. Special requests on the color means that you’re buying fabric.” Kizzie smiled.

Monday Afternoon

Jacksonville, FL

Damian stood out in front of his hotel while the valet brought his car around. “Big Priest. What’s good, man?” a familiar voice called out from the doorway. Damian turned to see both Jimmy & Jey walking towards him. “Play nice.” he mentally reminded himself, dapping them up. “I didn’t know you drove a Corvette. That shit is dope.” Jey smiled. “Yeah, had to treat myself after winning the belt.” Damian smiled. “That’s what’s up. Hey man…have you or Rhea talked to Kizzie? She’s ignoring my calls. She trippin’ an shit.” Jey asked. “You do know that Rhea’s in Australia, right? I probably won’t hear from her until she’s back. And as far as Kizzie…we don’t really talk like that. I know how you get about her.” Damian laughed. “Sorry about that. I heard she was messing with someone on the roster, I know who it is now.” Jey shrugged. “Oh word? That’s messed up.” Damian shrugged, thankful that his red C8 had just pulled up. “Yeah, I’ll deal with my cousin when I see his ass. See you at the arena, bruh.” Jey spoke as Damian tipped the valet, put his bags in the trunk and drove off. “Call Kizzie.” Damian laughed as soon as he was out of hearing range.

“Hola, papi. Miss you.” she laughed. “So…got some tea for you, mama.” he laughed. “Oooh, spill.” Kizzie smiled as she sat at her desk. “Jey thinks you’re fucking his cousin.” Damian laughed. “Which one?! Roman or Jacob? I mean…I would but I’m happy right where I am.” she laughed. “He didn’t specify and I ain’t ask follow-up questions. I will tell you if I find out. Just thought you’d get a kick out of that. And…he asked if I had talked to you. Didn’t have the heart to tell him that we did a helluva lot more than talk.” Damian laughed, flashing his security badge to the man guarding the parking lot. “You talked me through it several times. It was…greatly appreciated and needed so badly.” she laughed. “And you returned the favor. I can’t wait to get you down to my palace of pleasure. You won’t have to be quiet so your nosy neighbors don’t hear you.” Damian laughed, remembering her next door neighbor banging on the wall at 3am. “Palace of pleasure? That sounds dangerous.” Kizzie spoke. “For you, yeah. Don’t worry, Goth Papi will take good care of you afterwards.” Damian growled. “You always do. Go have a good show. Call me later?” she smiled. “Of course, it’s a long drive back. Think you can keep me entertained for 2 hours?” he laughed. “Over the phone is gonna be difficult, but I think I can manage. We can plan our trip to Puerto Rico.” Kizzie laughed.

“It's a date…but it's already planned and it's a surprise. We just gotta sync calendars, which we can do at some point. Uh oh…gotta go, here come ya boy. Want me to tell him you said hi?” Damian laughed. “Boy, fuck you!” Kizzie laughed. “Oh…you did. If you were on him like you were on me…I can’t see no other woman but you.” Damian laughed. “We both know the reason.” Kizzie sighed. “If you can’t reach the bottom, get the fuck out of the pool!” Damian laughed. “You’re so crazy. Got me over here blushing. Go to work D. We’ll talk later.” she giggled. “Ok, querida. Enjoy the show.” Damian spoke before they hung up. Damian got out of his car as Jey & Jimmy were walking up. “Who got you smiling all big?” Jimmy teased. “This girl I met at the gym. She’s headed to Puerto Rico and was asking about some recommendations.” Damian lied. “You should pull up on her.” Jey suggested. “Not trying to come on too strong. She just got out of a relationship.” Damian explained as they approached security. “Hey Uce, one man’s loss in your win.” Jey spoke, smiling as Kizzie’s name popped up on his phone screen. “Yeah…she still love me.”

Orion checked out the other cars in the garage: a white Rolls Royce Spectre and a matte black Escalade. “See something you like?” Joe asked. “Not really. We’ve always had differing tastes in cars though. A Rolls Royce was your dream, McLaren was mine. Now that I can finally fit in and afford a McLaren…don’t really want one. Besides, two seats aren’t conducive to a Mom's lifestyle.” Orion shrugged. “Maybe not as a primary car, but definitely for a secondary ride. What do you drive now?” Joe asked. “Lexus RX.” Orion shrugged, it was the perfect size for her and Phynix. “Really? I’ve seen you as a Range Rover girly. Like a deep purple with black rims.” Joe suggested. “If you buy it, I’ll drive it…as long as it’s a turbo.” Orion teased. “It’ll be here by the next time you visit.” Joe smiled. “You don’t have to do that.” Orion spoke. “You need something here that you like to drive…something to come back to.” Joe yawned as he put their bags in the hallway. “Seeing my baby with her daddy is my something to come back for.” Orion smiled.

“Wanna go pick your room?” Joe asked. “Yes! Let's go.” Phynix giggled as she pulled Joe towards the stairs. Joe grabbed Orion’s hand as they breezed past. “Now why am I in it?” Orion laughed. “I have a surprise for you.” He smiled. “For me? Don't do too much, we won't wanna leave.” Orion teased. “I know. My ultimate endgame.” Joe smiled, pulling Orion into a kiss. “No kissing!” Phynix groaned as she explored the first empty bedroom. “Yeah, no kissing!” Orion laughed. “You like this room, Munchkin? Or you wanna keep looking? I’ve got this many more” Joe asked as he held up 3 fingers. “Mama, you like this room?” Phynix asked, pulling Orion deeper into the room and away from Joe’s kisses. “I think this is a good room, Phy. There's built-in shelves for books and we can get some Funko Pops or some Lego flowers. And there's a window where you can sit and read to Daddy. Actually, if there is another room like this…I will take that one.” Orion laughed. 

“Mommy, can we go to Beijing to that big mall with the furnitures like we did with Nana and Pop-pop for their new house?” Phynix asked. “You don't want to get furniture while we're here? I'm sure that Daddy knows some good spots.” Orion nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He smiled. South Florida had its own furniture mall but nothing like the one in Beijing. “Daddy, now that you have two belts, do you have a lot of monies?” Phynix asked. “Define a lot of monies? I have some monies but there are people with a lot more monies than Daddy and they don't even have any belts!” Joe laughed, scooping the little girl up into his arms. “Mommy has 20 million monies.” Phynix whispered to Joe but loud enough for Orion to hear her. “Really? That’s a lot of monies. I think she should give me some.” Joe laughed. “Are you two plotting against me?” Orion laughed. “Maybe. Come on Mama Wolf, time for your surprise.” Joe smiled as he led her to the master bedroom. “Oooh, this is where the magic happens.” Orion teased. The room was bigger than her first apartment. “There’s actually been no magic made here yet but I’m hopeful.” he winked. “I don’t see why not. Your wand’s big enough.” Orion grumbled. “I hope the giant nap pod is to your liking.” Joe smiled as he led Orion over to the space he had created just for her. There was a giant purple plush bean bag in the corner with a matching blanket, bonnet and cord for her to charge her phone.

“Oh my God, Joe. This is perfect. I can’t believe that you remembered.” She smiled, hugging him. Orion had always talked about how her perfect house had a giant bean bag chair near a window for naps. “Of course I remembered, baby. You get cozy and take a nap. Me and Munchkin will try not to make too much noise.” Joe smiled, nudging Orion towards the cushion. “Thanks. You two have fun. Phynix Okoye James…good girl behavior only.” Orion warned. “Always, mama.” Phynix smiled, kissing Orion’s forehead before they left. Joe closed the door behind them. “Ok, little lady…whatcha wanna do?” Joe asked. “Have you ever seen Harry Potter?” Phynix asked. “Not all the way through. Your brother and his mom love Harry Potter. Is it good?” Joe asked. “Mommy read me the books. The movies aren’t bad.” Phynix smiled as he turned the TV on. While Joe got immersed in The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Orion had a good cry and then took a much needed nap.

The screen was transitioning into the 2nd movie when Joe noticed Phynix pouting. “What’s wrong, Munchkin?” he asked. “I miss Mommy. She’s been sleeping for so long.” she pouted. “Let’s go check on her.” Joe said as he raced up to the bedroom with Phynix on his back. “Ok, we go in quiet. Mommy doesn’t like being woken up from her naps.” Joe laughed, Phynix nodded. The door eased open before they snuck in. Phynix made a silent beeline over to the giant pillow. Like a tiny ninja, she crawled up next to Orion. “You’ve gotten lighter on your feet, little one.” Orion grumbled. “My mommy taught me the ways of the Jedi.” Phynix giggled, crawling under the blanket. “And has your father taught you the ways of the Sith?” Orion laughed as Phynix wiggled into her arms. “I think you can turn him. Strong in the force, you are.” Phynix whispered. “You think?” Orion asked, her daughter nodded.

“What do you nerds want for dinner?” Joe asked. “Sushi!” Phynix spoke. “You’re going to turn into a tuna. Then you'll have to go live in the ocean and they don't have Pop-pop’s brisket in the ocean.” Joe teased. He had seen firsthand his child possibly eating her weight in spicy tuna rolls.  “And…they don't have your mom in the ocean. You want to leave her on land to be a tuna?” Joe asked, crawling onto the pouf with Orion. There was plenty of space for both of them. “I'll never leave you, mama!” Phynix smiled, wrapping her arms around Orion. “I was thinking pizza. Ri, do you still like Italian sausage and onion?” Joe asked, pulling out his phone. “How do you remember all these small things?” Orion sighed, turning to watch his response. “Simple. I remember things about the people I love.” Joe shrugged. “Oh, so you love me?” Orion smiled. His cheeks reddened slightly.

“Be serious, Ri. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I'm crazy about you. Or how many times that I have to show you.” Joe shrugged, pulling her into a kiss. He pulled away, pointing to Phynix who was now asleep in the space between them. “I’m gonna put her on the bed, she’ll get lost in this thing.” Joe laughed, grabbing the bonnet from Orion’s head and putting it on Phynix’s curls before scooping her up. “I ordered her one of her very own from Etsy but it hasn’t come yet.” Joe whispered as he put a blanket over her. “I can only imagine you scrolling on Etsy for bonnets for little girls. It’s some cutesy print isn’t it?” Orion teased. “Of course! How someone had Roman Reigns satin I have no idea but I got her one of those and…there’s one with some of those little lizards she likes on them..the cute ones.” Joe laughed. He was talking about Axolotls. “The Etsy girlies are mad creative. I helped mom set her nail shop up.” Orion laughed. “Speaking of nails…let’s see ‘em.” Joe grumbled as he followed her down the stairs. Orion was rocking her natural nails. “Why are you like this? Just begging for me to mark you up and make you mine.” Orion laughed. “I’m already yours, girl. You know this. Only this time, I don’t have to hide my scratches.” he growled, pulling her close until their lips almost touched. “You’re already mine? I don’t know what I did to have you all hung up on lil’ ol me.” she giggled, kissing his chin. “I fell prey to The Call of the Wolff from the moment we met. Like you said, you touched me and activated me like a sleeper agent. Then that whole building me as an instrument of your pleasure shit? Crosses my mind every time I beat my meat.” Joe laughed.

“Funny, I don't recall getting a video with the sound on.” Orion spoke, walking away towards the window overlooking the water. “Huh? A video?” Joe asked, what she meant finally hitting him as he followed behind her. “Ohhh, you nasty, nasty.” He laughed. “Damn right! You'll love it over here. They always do.” Orion winked. “I already do. Let's say that I airdrop this video right now…what's in it for me?” Joe asked, boxing her into the corner of the room. “What would you like?” Orion asked, pulling him in closer by his waist. “You don't want to know the answer to that.” He smiled. “I already know the answer.” Orion smiled before crushing her lips to his. Joe quickly grabbed her hips and lifted her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. “I need you.” He growled between kisses. He swallowed a moan as her tongue slid across his sweat stained neck. Joe rushed them to his office, locking the door behind them. “Take your clothes off.” Joe commanded as he pulled his shorts down and sat down on the couch. “It's still so beautiful.” Orion laughed as she moved closer. “It's not gonna ride itself, Ri.” He laughed darkly.

Orion stripped and straddled his lap. “Hold on, I think I've got a Magnum in my desk. I already know that I'm not going to be able to pull out.” Joe grumbled, getting up and rushing to the desk drawer. “You be getting down like that?” Orion asked. “You've had sex since the last time I have.” He laughed, his smile fading when the drawer was empty. “Fucking fuck. Ok, missionary and I'll pull out, I promise.” He groaned. “I've got an implant. It's fine for right now. Unless you want to Instacart some?” Orion laughed, they both frowned. She pushed him back to the couch and straddled him again. Orion swallowed a moan as her body stretched around his size. “I'm yours.” Joe moaned as her hips started rolling. “I know, baby. I know.” She moaned. His hands gripped her waist. “Orion, I've missed you.” He moaned before pulling her back into a kiss. It was less passionate yet more needy. Orion pulled at his man bun until his hair fell in wild waves around his face.

They both fought to muffle moans, the last thing they needed was an inquisitive 6 year old knocking on the door. Orion’s lips kissed across his neck. One his hands smacked her ass before finding its way to her breast. “I promised that I wasn’t doing this with you.” Orion groaned as she rocked him against her g-spot. “You wanna stop? I can feel you barely hanging on for me.” Joe growled softly, his other hand pulling her face to his. “Fuck no I don’t wanna stop!” she laughed before a moan burst from her throat. “Good. Promise me that it won’t be the only time this happens. Bounce on it like you used to.” Joe spoke into her neck. His eyes widened as she started bouncing softly on top of him. “Shit…just like that, baby. I’m about to fill you up.” Joe moaned. “Oh my god, Joe. Don’t do too much.” Orion teased. “You’re the one bouncing up and down on me like a fuckin’ porn star! I already said I was buying you a car. You want a house too?” he panted, his orgasm tingling in his core. “I already got that. You’re holding onto me like you aren’t gonna let me leave.” Orion laughed, kissing his lips. “Cuz I’m not. You’re all mine now.” Joe moaned as his climax burst from him. “Sorry, baby. I was supposed to make sure you came first but…you feel too damn good.” he sighed in defeat. Orion wanted to tell him that he still had time but her orgasm shredded her as his arms squeezed her tighter against his sweaty chest. She melted into him as she rode through her aftershocks, her moans muffled into his chest. “That was…very much needed.” Joe sighed.

“How long has it been?” Orion asked. Joe thought about it hard, his fingers lazily tracing the outline of her tattoo. “Over a year. I know it hasn't been that long for you.” Joe spoke, his heart still thumping against his chest. “It hasn’t but he wasn’t…nevermind. It’s not important.” she sighed. “If it’s on your mind, it’s important.” he sighed, pressing a kiss into her temple. “I don’t talk about my dealings in bed with other men. Cuz they ain’t important if I’m sitting here with your dick still in me.” she laughed. “Facts. Better get used to it cuz I ain’t going nowhere.” Joe sighed, tilting her face up towards his. “I mean it. I’m not letting you go again.” he smiled, kissing her lips softly. “We should probably put our pants back on.” Orion laughed. “I know you’ve lost all this weight and you look amazing. But I’m soo glad all this ass stayed. I miss holding it in my hands. Still thicker than zoo glass, girl. Damn!” Joe laughed. “You so crazy! The gift and curse of training with your Special Forces father to drop the 100 pounds of baby weight. Then Lucha Underground was brutal. I had to bulk up a little bit for durability. Then in CMLL I leaned out a bit, hence why the ass is still bouncy. New Japan cares the most about my in-ring ability. I could be as big as Rikishi and they wouldn’t care as long as I moved like someone half that size.” She laughed as she shifted until he eased from her warmth. “Well, your in-ring ability has never been a problem. You’re so goddamn good…better than I could’ve predicted. Technically better than me.” Joe spoke as he watched her cleaning up in the bathroom.

“I’m your favorite wrestler’s favorite wrestler.” she laughed as she pulled her clothes back on. “I love when you talk your shit, mama. It’s sexy.” Joe smiled as he took his turn getting cleaned up. “One thing I learned from my time working with WWE.” Orion laughed. “You ain’t learn that shit from the PC. Unless you were cheating on me and getting mentored by someone else.” Joe pouted. “I had to when you were on the road. And my dad knows Steve so I learned from him how to cut a scathing promo.” she giggled. “Ah. There it is. Not mad at it. Steve is amazing on the mic. As is Dwayne. As is Booker. Took me a while to get there. I’ve watched your old stuff, you’ve always had it. And when you do it in Spanish or Japanese…chef’s kiss.” Joe shrugged as they emerged from his office. The house was still silent. “You want a drink? I might need one.” Joe laughed as he showed Orion the rest of her new home away from home. “I re-signed with New Japan.” Orion spoke shyly. “Good. I’m happy for you, baby. Don’t know how my family’s gonna feel about not being able to see Munchkin on the regular. They’re gonna love her. Shit…they’re gonna love you!” he teased. “Well, Japan is open for everyone to visit. Honestly, I don’t want to wrestle forever, this contract is only 2 years. Wanna know the best part?” Orion winked. “What’s the best part, beautiful?” Joe asked. “I get to do some AEW work, so I’ll be over here occasionally. Typically my parents or my brother come to Japan to stay with Munch while I travel but…as long as she completes her schoolwork, she can travel with me...sometimes.” she smiled. “Really?! That’s great. Just let me know and I’ll fly out to meet you.” Joe beamed. “I said sometimes! Not all the time. Don’t want to disrupt her routine just yet.” Orion smiled. “I know, I know. Just trying to maximize my time with my girls.” he smiled. 

“All I ask is that I have you both in this house permanently at the end of that contract.” Joe smiled as he flopped down on the couch, pulling Orion down with him. “Oh really? What if I don’t wanna?” she laughed. “Orion, how are we gonna be married living on different continents?” Joe laughed. “Married?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m gonna change your last name and Phy’s last name to Anoa’i and then…we can kiss.” Joe laughed, he saw Phynix’s reflection in the TV. “No kissing my mama!” Phynix giggled as she ran and jumped on the couch between them. “Ok…then I’ll just kiss you!” Joe laughed, smothering her face in kisses. Her little laugh was music to Joe’s ears. This was the life he wanted with them. “But what if I kiss Daddy?” Orion teased. “You can’t! I’m the baby.” Phynix laughed. “But he’s so cute! He’s got big ears just like my baby girl. You don’t think he’s cute?” Orion asked. “I mean…he’s cuter than your other boyfriends.” Phynix giggled, hugging Joe’s neck. “Her other boyfriends? Munchkin…you’re gonna have to tell me about those other boyfriends.” Joe laughed. 

“Only Daddy can be your boyfriend!”

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