Abby and Izzy's phones buzzed simultaneously, lighting up with notifications. Glancing down, they exchanged knowing grins before turning to their dad, their voices brimming with playful confidence.

"Dad," they chimed in unison, "guess what?"

Brian raised an eyebrow, already on guard. "Alright, what are you two plotting now?"

"The new Gucci tracksuit just dropped—in rose gold!" Abby announced, holding up her phone to show off the sleek design. "It's perfect. Can we get it, please?"

Brian folded his arms, pretending to consider. "Didn't you two just clean out the Gucci section last year?" he teased, though his smirk betrayed him.

Izzy pouted dramatically. "But this one's different, Dad. Come on, it's gorgeous. Please?" She turned up the charm with her trademark puppy-dog eyes.

Abby, ever the strategist, jumped in. "And don't forget—we earned this. Straight A's, remember? We've been on top of everything."

Brian shook his head with a laugh, reaching into his pocket. "Alright, you win," he said, handing over his card. "But remember, hard work pays off. And no Gucci for the baby until they're old enough not to ruin it."

Dom, observing the scene with an amused grin, leaned over. "You really think that's the only thing they're after?"

"Not a chance," Brian replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair. "But my girls know how to hustle. They deserve it."

Izzy shot her dad a sly smile. "Just like your Gucci racing gear, huh? Don't think we haven't noticed."

Abby laughed. "Yeah, Dad, you're practically a trendsetter on the track. Heads turn when you show up in that stuff."

The group erupted in laughter, with Letty and Mia nodding approvingly. "Honestly, Gucci suits you," Letty teased. "Might as well own it."

Brian's grin faltered slightly as he adjusted in his seat, a sharp ache in his back reminding him of his earlier fall. He winced, instinctively tugging his shirt down to hide the bruise, but not fast enough to escape Izzy's sharp eye.

"Dad, wait," she said, her tone shifting to concern. "What's going on? Did you hurt yourself?"

"It's nothing," Brian said with a shrug, trying to downplay it. "Just a little bruise."

"Let us see," Abby insisted, moving behind him with Izzy. They carefully lifted his shirt, revealing a large, dark bruise. Their playful demeanor evaporated.

"Dad, this looks serious," Abby said, her voice firm. "You can't just ignore stuff like this."

Mia chimed in with a warm but concerned smile. "Your girls are right, Brian. You need to take it easy—especially now."

Dom and Vince nodded in agreement. "Listen to your team, man," Dom said with a grin. "They've got you covered."

With a reluctant sigh, Brian leaned back, allowing his daughters to fuss over him. Their care eased the ache more than he expected, and he gave them a small, grateful smile.

"Fine, fine," he muttered. "Guess I'm lucky to have my personal medical squad. Now, go on—order those tracksuits. You've earned them."

Abby and Izzy beamed, giving their dad quick hugs before pulling out their phones. As they placed their order, the family's easy laughter filled the room, their bond clear to everyone around them.