“It’s good to be back. But it’s even better that I have her by my side.” I kissed Phileigh’s cheek, and all the women at the table cooed.

“Phileigh!” Elli called her name. “I want you to meet the other girls.”

She motioned to two women nearby.

“This is Jazlyn and Briana. They run the WAGs group with me.”

“WAGs?” Phileigh asked, confused.

“It’s a little support squad for us wives and girlfriends. All the NFL teams have them. We do brunches, interventions, charity events, and even group therapy if needed.”

“Oh.” Phileigh looked at me and then back at Elli.

“We basically help each other survive this crazy mess.” Bri laughed, and Phileigh joined in.

“Seriously,” Jaz chimed in. “You need anything from stylists and nail techs to vent sessions about travel schedules and loneliness, we’re the place to come.”

“We meet once a month,” Bri added.

“Thank you.” Phileigh smiled. “That… means a lot.”

“You’re family now,” Elli said, raising her glass. “A toast to Kellon and Phileigh.”

Everyone raised their glasses.

“May you all have a lifetime of love and happiness. And may this soft launch be just the beginning of your forever.”

I smiled as Phileigh faked a sip of her champagne, and the conversation flowed. The night was perfect. Phileigh fit right in, and I couldn’t wait until we made it back home so I could give her the final gift of the night and fuck her fine ass to sleep.

“Could tonight have been any more perfect?” Phileigh asked as she kicked off her heels and wandered to the bathroom, removing her dress along the way.

“It was a good night. Great way for us to pop out.”

I sat in the end chair, taking off my shoes, watching her move. She was so soft, beautiful, and confident in her feminine energy. I wanted her to stay there forever, smiling, humming melodies, and moving around without a care in the world. Anytime I could make that possible, I was going to do that. Hearing my phone vibrate again, I picked it up. It had been buzzing with notifications all night thanks to my little announcement.

I scanned through the notifications, gauging the general opinions about us. Some people were happy, and others commented on her looks. The majority, though, were just happy she was black as if there was ever any chance for me to give my generational wealth back to the same people whose ancestors had stolen mine. I got it, though. I swiped out of the notifications just as my phone started ringing in my hand.