Khabib Nurmagomedov

You arrived at Khabib's house with a small bag, your heart pounding. It had been so long since you were there, and it felt like stepping into a different world. The memories flooded back as you opened the door, and the familiar smell of home hit you.

You hear Adam crying from the other room. You walk into the room and see him sitting up in his crib, tears streaming down his face. You approach him, concerned. — Shhh, it's okay, baby. I'm here.

You sigh and turn to Khabib. "He wants both of us.