Page 100 of Magnetic God

“Jones. He has stock in OWF and is worried that I’m not going to be at the event. He’s bringing in a guest that he wants to impress.”

“Are you going to wrestle?”

He makes a face. “They want me to.”

“But?”

“You know me so well, Angel.” He sighs. “My knee is finally getting to a point where it doesn’t kill me every day. I love wrestling, but there’s a part of me that’s worried that I’ll get in that ring and fuck up my knee.”

“What does your physician say?”

“He said I should be fine, but I don’t know.”

“I can’t tell you what to do, Brooks. You’re the only one who knows your body. Listen to your gut.”

He smiles. “Damn, angel. How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same thing every day. Now we need to get to the airstrip. We have a baby shower to get to.”

Two hours later, we’re at Isa and Alessandro’s penthouse near the Vegas strip. I’m sure the space is beautiful on a normal occasion, but today it’s breathtaking. White balloons with blue and pink ribbons float high above, touching the ceiling. A perk of having such high ceilings. There are floral arrangements everywhere, which is almost overwhelming, but somehow still very elegant. There’s a champagne fountain in the center of the room with rose petals floating in the lower pool.

Brooks leans down. “Damn. Think there’s going to be storks walking around?”

I snort because he’s not wrong.

Isa is sitting on an actual throne with the view of the Vegas strip behind her. The throne is an iridescent white that glimmers in the sunlight. She’s looking up at Alessandro, a serene smile on her face. The way he’s looking at her melts my heart. Brooks grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips.

“That’s going to be us soon,” he says in a low tone. “Maybe less in your face, but still us.”

I say, “I love you, Brooks Henderson.”

“I love you, too, wife.”

We make our way to Isa and Alessandro.

Leaning, I hug Isa and say, “You look beautiful.”

She fans her face. “I’m burning up. Is it hot in here or just me?”

“I think maybe just you.”

Alessandro says, “Let me get you some punch, Dolcezza.”

He leaves, and Brooks follows.

When he’s gone, she says in a hushed tone, “Oh my god, whose idea was it to have a gender reveal that my husband doesn’t know about? Wait. It was my dumb idea.” She fans at her face faster. “I’m sitting here, literally melting because of guilt just because I want to make this perfect for him.”

I take the empty seat next to her throne and reach for her hand. “Isa, breathe.”

Her frantic gaze meets mine, and we both inhale together.

“Thanks. That actually helps.”

“I thought it might. Now, is the party planner here?”

“She’s by the elevator.”

“Does she know about the gender reveal?”

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