Page 32 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

“You. Our life.”

Her full, red lips curl into a smile. “What about me and our life?”

“I was just thinking that I’m the luckiest man alive.”

She leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on my lips then pulls back and looks me in the eye for a long moment.

“You’re darn right you are,” she says.

“Don’t I know it,” I reply. “I love you, Grace.”

“And I love you, baby.”

As the lights in the arena dim and Tyson’s walk-out music starts to play, the crowd erupts as the anticipation builds. I take Grace’s hand in mine and give her a smile. I can’t say how or why I got so lucky, but I don’t care. I did. And I’m going to simply be grateful for it every single day for the rest of a life with Grace I hope is very, very long.

The End

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