Chapter Thirty.

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Your POV

I put the girls in the bed after I put their pajamas on them and joined Normani in the other room. She looked pissed off, so I didn't say anything to her. I had taken a shower before I put the girls into the bed.

"What made you wait so long to tell me?" Normani asked standing by the bedroom door as I was about to walk back in.

"I wasn't gonna fight her until she had the nerve to speak on Isabella and Brielle's names," I replied moving to the other side so I can walk into the room. She closed the door and I already knew that there was about to be an argument.

"How long did you know about it prior to now?" she asked me folding her arms across her chest.

"Three or four months," I told her and sat on the bed.

"So you waited until the last minute to tell me? I could've wanted to make plans or some shit with you and the girls for the holidays," she argued.

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yes, you dickhead," she replied, "we even talked about doing a photo shoot for Christmas, Y/N. It was your idea. You made the arrangements."

"Look, Normani. I can always back out of the fight," I told her.

"No, Y/N. Fuck it. I already canceled everything," she replied throwing her phone on the bed.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"You know what? I'm gonna go sleep with the girls while you sit here and think about what the fucking problem is," she said going into the other room. My phone started ringing and I answered it.

"Ms. Y/L/N, we were wondering if you would be able to move the fight up to the fourteenth?" one of the officials asked.

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N. Have a good day or night," he said before hanging up. I grabbed Normani's phone and reschedule all of her plans that were luckily after the fourteenth. I sat back on the bed and groaned knowing that I fucked up badly.

Time skip....
Conference (night before the fight)

"How do you feel about your opponent?" someone asked and I shrugged.

"What about you, Rhonda?"they asked.

"Fuck her. I can't wait to win this fight," she said making me laugh.

"You're funny," I said still laughing and everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

"Won't be funny when your little girls won't recognize your face."

"Don't bring my kids into this," I said.

"Oh, shut up! They're not even your kids," she replied trying to make me angry.

"Ight, bet," I said getting up and I just left. Owen followed behind me.

"You're not gonna talk shit back?" Owen asked me and I just kept walking. We went back to the hotel and I fell asleep shortly after my shower.

The Following Day...
Fight Night

"Yo, you good?" Owen asked me as I paced around.

"No, I'm not good. Normani and Bella are really upset with me," I told him and sighed.

"You'll be home right after the fight and you'll be able to make it up to them," he said and I nodded.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Let's get this shit over with," I told him. He wrapped my hands properly and he put my robe on me. We waited for my theme song to play and for them to announce me. I was fighting against Rhonda Rousey, which didn't make sense because I beat the bitch that put her into retirement. She was dumb. My theme song came on and I walked out. Some were cheering and the others were booing me, but it didn't matter because I was going to win. I stepped into the octagon and took of my robe. I didn't do any stupid flexing shit because I wasn't in the mood. I stretched a bit and was ready to fight. The crowd settled down, the referee stated the rules and took us to touch gloves. She flicked me off and I just shrugged. The bell dinged and she ran up on me. I don't know what happened, but I swung with all my might and it connected with her face. She hit the floor and showed no sign of getting up. I had knocked her out, broken her nose and knocked her mouth guard out of her mouth.

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