"How was Cabo?" My brother asked as we stood from a squatting position and I caught the medicine ball he tossed to me.

"How heavy is this thing?" I asked as we squatted and he scoffed.

"Ten pounds. Don't be a little bitch." He teased as we stood and I put extra oomph into my throw, which made him stumble as he caught it. "Bitch move. But answer my question."

"Cabo was fine. I got wasted to the point where I called Joe crying about how much I missed him." I admitted and his eyes widened as we squatted again.

"Seriously?"

"Not my proudest moment." I muttered as I caught the ball. "How's being a ref?"

"Pretty great. It's not as great as being in the ring wrestling, but I love this business so much just working for the WWE at all is great." He said and I smiled, loving that my brother and I were once again with the same business. It was hard being apart whenever we had to be with separate companies because we would often be on different sides of the nation or, sometimes, the world so it was hard to talk.

"Can I ask you something?" I said as he put the medicine ball away and we made our way to a ring and he nodded.

"Gwen, I'm your big brother. You can ask me anything." He assured as we got in the ring and I nodded, starting to run the ropes as I thought about how to ask him. I could see by the look on his face as we ran the ropes together that he was worried about me and, as much as I didn't want him to worry, I felt great about the fact that he cared.

"Okay. So, Joe and I have been talking marriage lately."

"That's good, right?" He asked and I shrugged as we both stopped and I shrugged.

"I'm worried about how our families will collide." I stated as we locked up.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he threw me into the ropes and then onto the mat with an arm drag. I quickly hopped up and flipped him into a hurricanrana, unable to fight the smile when he sold like a champ.

"My nonexistent relationship with mom and dad and the fact that our family is really a merry band of misfits in comparison to his huge Samoan family."

"Oh."

"Working out with my brother always turns into therapy. But I'd rather tell my brother what was bothering me while we throw each other around a ring than talk to a shrink."

"Well," Drake started as he set me up for a Boston Crab and I quickly pushed him back with my legs and kicked up onto my feet. "I'd casually bring it up in conversation and see what he felt."

"What if he has an issue with it?"

"That man loves you to death. I don't think he will." Drake assured and I nodded, smiling when he pulled me into a tight hug. "We'll have words if he does."

"Thank you so much." I whispered, feeling him kiss my head.

"Stop thanking me for doing my job as your big brother." He playfully chided as we stepped back. "Even with that hunk of a boyfriend I'm still going to be looking out for you."

"Dragons stick together."

"Damn straight." He agreed, bumping fists with me before we locked up again. This time the only talking we did was different move sets and it was probably the best set I had ever done.

"I'm really grateful that I have such a strong relationship with my brother. He's the only blood relative I have that I can stand being near, so the fact that he's my best friend is the best."

"How was your workout?" Joe asked as I dropped my gym bag on the floor of the living room and I shrugged, smiling when he pulled me into a hug.

"It was therapeutic. Drake knows how to lock in certain moves so they stretch me out nicely and it was good."

"You guys talk at all?" He asked and I nodded, letting him lead me to the couch. I sat with my back leaning against the arm of the couch and he put my feet in his lap before pulling my Nike's and socks off and rubbing my feet. "What about?"

"Our recent spat and that turned how weird our wedding guests would look in comparison."

"What do you mean?"

"Like how you have blood relatives and you'll be able to see the resemblance and I'll have my island of misfit toys." I stated casually, pushing my hair back. He kept his face neutral, nodding slowly as he thought it through.

"It's not a bad thing, though. They're your family, Gwen."

"Yeah, I know. But what about what other people think?"

"Fuck them and their opinions. When we get married, that's our day and it'll be about us. Not them." He spoke firmly and I nodded, unable to fight the smile on my face as he continued to massage my feet.

"If you're going to rub my feet, at least put some elbow grease into it." I teased, yelping when he started tickling my feet. "Rude."

"Are you ready for 'Mania?" Joe asked and I nodded with a smile as he got into a good massage pace.

"I've already tried on my gear and it's so flashy and cute. Ugh." I rambled and he chuckled.

"Yeah, the guys and I have some fancy new things too."

"You're still in the riot gear, right?" I asked and he chuckled. "Right? Because that gear is so sexy."

"Yeah, we're still in the riot gear. We got these pretty cool masks and they changed up the vests so we all show a little more skin."

"Are you trying to tell me that they put you in crop tops?" I teased with a small smile and he shook his head with a grin.

"Yep. All of this is going to be exposed." He spoke, taking his hands off my feet to pull up his shirt and rub his stomach with a chuckle.

"Ooh, damn. They're letting out the abs of justice." I joked and he let out a hearty laugh. I couldn't help but laugh with him, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "You know what you should do, my sexy hound of justice?"

"What's that?" He asked, watching with interest as I swung my feet out of his lap so I could climb onto his lap and straddle him. My hands ran through his long, soft, Samoan hair and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of my nails gently scraping against his scalp.

"I think..." I trailed off, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"What do you think, babygirl?" Joe murmured while I trailed light kisses along his jawline up to his ear.

"I think that you should bring that gear home and model for me." I whispered in his ear and smiled when I felt little Joe stirring beneath his basketball shorts. "I think you like that idea, too."

"Only if you model for me."

"That would be some kinky roleplay."

"Our in-ring personas?" He asked with a grin and I nodded. "That'd be hot as hell."

"Let's make it happen, capp'n."

"This is so exciting. Joe is adventurous in the bedroom area, but we've never tried anything like what we're talking about because he thinks it's kinda weird. But, I'm so glad he's open minded at the very least."

"The things I do for you." Joe chuckled and I grinned as I got off of him. He followed my lead into the kitchen and swatted at my ass when I only laughed at him. But he warped his arms around my waist when I started looking through the fridge and kissed the top of my head with what I knew was a smile. "Let's have that pasta salad for dinner."

"That sounds so good right now. Almost as good as my feet feel, so thanks for that."

"Anytime, babygirl."

Next time on Total Divas:

"I really want to try this spot with you during our match." Nattie said and I looked at her on shock. Divas don't really do suicide dives and I don't want to dive on her if she wasn't ready.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"Holy shit." Nikki whispered and looked to Jon who was watching the monitor closely with Joe.

"That wasn't planned. Nattie was supposed to be there." Joe stated and Jon nodded.

"All I was thinking was that I was in so much pain and I didn't really know where I was. Just that I was hurt and hurt bad."

"Where is she?" Nattie asked Nikki, who sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"With Joe, Vince, Paul, and Stephanie. She said something about retiring early, Nattie."