MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 567: Aveline II

It wasn't easy, but it was theirs now. Their life. Their home. Their daughter.

Honestly, this life was something Damon wouldn't exchange for anything.

But he also knew they couldn't do it all alone. Thankfully, they didn't have to.

Both their mothers stepped in without hesitation.

Macey, despite not raising a newborn herself and only adopting Svetlana when she was already twelve, had taken to grandmotherhood like she was born for it.

She treated Ava as if she was her own baby, holding her with a softness that surprised even Svetlana at times. She never said it, but it was clear, being part of these early moments meant everything to her.

Aoife, on the other hand, had all the experience and none of the patience for mistakes.

She was stern when it came to things like bottle prep or how to swaddle Ava. Always correcting them when they slipped up, making sure they learned properly.

It could be annoying in the moment, but Damon was more grateful than anything. She had done this before, and he trusted her.

Watching his mother hold Ava with that rare light in her eyes... it stayed with him. He didn't know if she ever felt lonely on her own.

She never said much about her personal life. But she looked content now. Present. Needed.

And for Damon, that was enough. He never wanted her to feel forgotten or left out. Having her in their lives, in Ava's life, meant more than words could explain.

He didn't say it often. But if he had it his way, he'd keep her close, always.

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As the days passed, their apartment became a quiet hub for close friends and family. Joey and Ashley came by regularly, often bringing little Theo with them.

The toddler wasn't fully aware of what was going on, but he seemed fascinated by Ava, always trying to peek into the crib or point at her with curious eyes.

There were, of course, breaks in the visits. People had their own lives, and Damon appreciated the moments of calm when it was just the three of them.

But when Svetlana had someone with her, either his mom or hers, he'd use the time to step out. Sometimes he needed it. Just a walk. Some air. A reset.

On those days, he'd link up with Joey or Victor. Victor, even with all the responsibilities that came with running a gym and managing his personal businesses, still made time.

Whether it was grabbing a quiet bite, watching tape, or just sitting on a bench outside in silence, he was there. Damon valued that more than he said out loud.

But it was Joey who had started to stand out more to him lately.

Damon always respected the guy, but this? Waking up multiple times a night, cleaning bottles, rocking a crying baby while trying to let Svetlana sleep, it was a grind.

Damon took most of it on himself without hesitation, but now that he was in it, he truly understood what Joey had been doing all along.

And the thing that got him the most? Joey never once complained. Not during his own baby's first year, not now.

He just did what needed to be done, with steady hands and a tired but honest smile. Damon found a new level of respect for that.

There was something admirable about the quiet way Joey carried his weight without asking for praise.

It made Damon more determined to do the same.

It was a life worth getting used to.

Damon still had a career to push forward, fights to win, a legacy to build, but none of it compared to what waited for him at home.

No belt, no title, no crowd could match the feeling of seeing Ava curled up peacefully, or the sound of Svetlana humming softly while rocking her in the corner.

He'd joke to himself often. 'Gotta get her more toys.' Meaning belts. Gold. Accolades.

All stacked in the shelf he'd cleared for her, not just as trophies, but as a father's promise that he'd keep fighting, for her.

The first week had been rough. Sleep was broken. Everything was new. But day by day, it became natural. Routine.

Damon and Svetlana adapted. Feeding, changing, late-night shifts, it all became second nature. They got better at it without even realizing. It no longer took effort. It just was.

Parenthood didn't seem like something bad to Damon now, while he may have been scared or nervous during the pregnancy, but now, being through it and going through it, he loved it.

It wasn't perfect. Nothing ever was.