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**Life after the championship.** We're married. I went back to the sets and the flashbulbs; Kenshi came home to the quiet. I wanted a wedding worthy of the tabloids—half of Hollywood, two hundred guests, cameras catching every kiss. Kenshi just wanted us, alone. In the middle of all that noise, a small figure moved. A kid, a street thief, her fingers slipping into my jacket for my wallet. I caught her. I wasn't angry. She was all sharp edges and defiance, hollow-cheeked. Kenshi watched, silent and still from across the room. We let her stay. She ate like she'd never seen so much food. After we said our vows, we took her to the police. There was a warrant. Six months of court dates and paperwork later, she came home with us. Now we're three. Kenshi still gets that tight line around his m…