Damon moved through training camp with the good news still fresh in his mind.
Every strike, every drill, every lap around the cage seemed lighter at first, as if the thought of what awaited him at home carried him forward. A son.
The idea kept looping in his head, impossible to shake.
It felt surreal, raising a boy who would carry his name, his blood, his traits. A miniature version of himself.
The thought made him smile at times, but it also stopped him cold.
He wanted his son to be like him, strong and resilient, but the memory of his own childhood pulled him back.
He hadn't grown up in peace. His father's abuse had shaped him as much as his victories, and though Damon had risen above it, he knew those scars had never left him.
He swore to himself he would never repeat that cycle.
But that promise raised another question, how would he raise his son? How do you build strength in someone without letting them suffer the way you did?
