It's Survivor Series and Heath stares down at his hands for a moment before looking over with a smirk. "Well, are ya glad to be back on the road?" he asks idly, drumming his thumbs against the steering wheel.

Wade nods, squinting out through his sunglasses. "Yes. I am." He peers over at Heath, smirking. "Even with you driving."

"Oh c'mon! I'm a fine driver, ain't ever gotten in a wreck or nothin'-" he protests just to be quieted by Wade's lips on his, the man smirking against Heath's mouth when his muffled words fade away entirely. "Ya don't play fair," he grumbles, merging out into traffic once Wade moves away so he can focus on the cars before them.

"You knew that from the moment you met me," he smirks, sending them both on a temporary trip back through time to FCW, how their eyes had met that first day Wade had walked those halls and all Wade could think about at first was Heath's ridiculously long, shiny orange hair. It had become a favorite topic of conversation for him during his brief visits to the commentary desk during recovery periods.

"I knew a lotta things from the moment I met ya," Heath mumbles, hitting the turn signal to go left when it's his turn.

"Such as?"

"Such as," he draws out, reaching over while stopped at a red light to run his fingers through Wade's hair, "is your hair was about as dark as my eyes, and I really liked that. And I liked that, even though half the time you seemed to be teasin' me, I could tell ya were really listenin' too. Even when my ideas were ridiculous, I knew you were listenin' for somethin' to use, it made me wanna try harder to impress ya. And I liked when ya complimented me while doin' commentary durin' my matches. Made me wanna try harder for ya."

Wade's eyebrows furrow. "I didn't realize you were paying so much attention to me even back then. Those were FCW days."

"Yeah, well." Heath hums under his breath a moment, shifting as he checks traffic before taking a left turn to get to the arena. "Ya always had this presence about ya, commanding and intense, made people wanna believe anything ya had to say... it was hard not to pay attention to ya. It is why I agreed to be in two groups with ya, after all."

Wade smirks. "And?"

"And? Want to be in a relationship with ya, duh," Heath mumbles, his cheeks coloring as he casts a quick glance at Wade. "I shouldn't hafta say that."

"No, just nice to hear now and again I suppose," Wade smirks, reaching out and squeezing his arm as he pulls into the parking area so they can get out, unpack, and go inside to prepare for the event.

"Oh please," Heath teases. "The amount'a time I spent convincing you to give me a chance, it should be you sweet talkin' me."

"It wasn't that long," Wade says with a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Kinda felt like it. You were real stubborn about things," Heath volleys back with a chuckle. "But everything worked out, so hm."

"Yes, they did," Wade agrees, leaning in to kiss him before pushing him towards the arena doors. They walk side by side to the locker room, Heath stopping to check the match listing. Wade watches as he lights up.

"Hot damn! Titus'n'me are booked!" They continue to the locker room, Wade picking dust off of his suit jacket while he prepares to go tell bad news to the next unfortunate souls.

Although Wade's announcement goes smooth enough, Heath and Titus lose their tag match but it doesn't matter- Heath's thrilled just to have some TV time, and to have Wade back with him, so once Titus escapes to go do whatever it is that Titus does, Heath and Wade make their way back to the hotel. They find some cheap, easy food on the way and Heath chuckles as Wade flips uselessly from channel to channel on the TV before giving up and shutting it off entirely, turning his focus back onto the ginger. "Alright?"

"Yep, never better," he says, eating the last few bites of his burger. "You?"

"Fine." They sit quietly for awhile, Heath's eyes gleaming in the dim lighting, before Wade cups his jaw and kisses him, crinkling his nose at the onion-y taste that follows, not disturbed enough by it to stop kissing him. When they finally go to bed, Heath curls up close to him and falls asleep almost immediately, Wade watching him with a small smile before his eyes grow heavy as well.

The morning dawns bright and early and Wade checks in with WWE, not that surprised to find that either of them are booked. "Let's go home," he says, already packing their things up while Heath yawns and sips at his coffee. "I may or may not have a surprise for you when we arrive."

This gets Heath's attention and he begins to help as well, eager to see what Wade could possibly have for him. The flight isn't too long, and they find themselves back in Florida by early afternoon, the drive back to the apartment zipping by. Heath laughs as Wade deftly steps aside after unlocking the door to avoid Boodah's rampage, leaning down to pet the dog and play with him while he waits for whatever it is Wade wants to show him.

"So what's this monumental surprise?" Heath asks, still kneeling down by Boodah and scritching at his nose... before some professional looking documents are held before Heath, his eyes widening as he reads the first couple of lines, realizing. "Brit... is this?"

He scrambles to his feet, Boodah whining, and Wade chuckles quietly. "I applied for my green card awhile ago, and it finally came through." Heath gapes at it, looks over at him. "There won't be any issue with my work visa for awhile now. I guess you're stuck with me for the next few years."

Heath curses. Takes the paper and rereads a few paragraphs from it before throwing his arms around Wade's neck, kissing him enthusiastically. "Holy crap," he mumbles, nuzzling into him. "This is prolly the best surprise ever, Brit."

Wade smirks. Kisses Heath. "I thought so, yes."

Heath grins against his lips before pulling away. "So can I help ya put this where it belongs?" he asks, waving the paper around and Wade's smirk only grows, nodding slowly. Together, they peel the card from the paper and Wade pulls his wallet out, holding it with one hand while he and Heath fit it into the top-most slot, visible before everything else, confirming that Wade is a permanent resident of the United States. Once it's in place, they stand there, staring down at it with similar looks on their faces, awe and relief and pleasure. "I love ya, Brit," Heath mumbles.

"I love you too," Wade says softly, cupping Heath's jaw and tilting his face up for another kiss. "Thank you for being patient, I know it hasn't been easy whenever my work visa kept us apart."

Heath shrugs. "Worth it though, I knew you'd always come back to me."

Wade smiles, a rare, but sincere, look of pure happiness about him. "Always and forever," he promises, exhaling as Heath kisses him cheerfully.