The night passed slowly after the chaos of the arena.
Damon had done it, won the light heavyweight title, kept his middleweight belt, and walked out undefeated.
But once the cameras shut off and the noise faded, he was just a man with his family, tired and hungry.
They didn't go anywhere fancy. Just a quiet, open restaurant that had been arranged in advance.
It wasn't packed, just comfortable, with enough privacy to let them breathe.
Damon sat at the center of the table, the belt was in the car in a suitcase, his jacket draped over the chair behind him. Ava sat in his lap, half-asleep with her cheek pressed to his chest.
Victor and Macey sat on one side, both worn out but smiling. Victor looked like he was finally relaxing for the first time that week.
Macey ordered coffee but barely touched it, focused more on checking that everyone was okay.
