After losing to Emma on Raw, Paige flies out to Texas to begin Wrestlemania week. Full of charity and various things designed to give back to the community and fans, she braces herself for the week's worth of constantly being on, with very little time to herself. Her mom has flown in for the Hall of Fame, and Paige is excited, but she already misses Ricardo.

Thankfully it's a lowkey week for her when it comes to responsibilities. One of the plusses of being in one city for more than a few hours, Alberto had taken control of everything and rented a house for the week big enough for all of them. Which means no hotel to deal with, a fully stocked kitchen, a pool outside that a million people hadn't used in the last month, and nice, clean bathrooms. Mike, Paige, Alberto, and their guests are exploring the house or getting to know each other- Mike's parents talking with Saraya Knight, a fact that is strange to all of them as they walk by the kitchen, George putting together subs for the entire house while lost in conversation about British wrestling.

It's a large house with room to spare for the six of them and Paige wonders at that... when there's a knock at the door. Alberto smirks, his eyes lighting up, as she flicks a suspicious glance at him and goes to answer. She stares out at the people standing there and shakes her head. "Ricardo? Sofia?"

"Hola," they say at once, grinning at each other. Paige throws her arms around Ricardo and he oofs quietly, squeezing her back. "Did you think I wouldn't be here to support you?" he whispers into her hair softly, pulling back to kiss her.

She just smiles and shakes her head. "I wouldn't have blamed you," she sighs, threading her fingers in his hair. As Sofia slips past them, Paige sighs and pulls him closer. "I love you."

"I love you too." After a few moments alone, she drags him into the house and he greets everyone cheerfully before getting lost in a hug from Mike. Paige chuckles softly and watches as Mike starts showing Ricardo all of the pictures of Sara Louisa on his phone, the two of them trying to think of a time when he could meet her.

"I'm returning to SoCal pro on April 15th," Ricardo offers softly. "I'll find the time to come by and meet her then." He rests his finger against the screen of the phone. "She's beautiful, Mike. I'm so happy for you and AJ both."

Mike's teeth flash as he grins at the former ring announcer. "Thanks. It really is overwhelming and amazing. Leaving her and AJ behind every week is... really, really hard. But soon she'll be old enough and maybe they can come with to some events. Especially stuff like this, when Sara's old enough to enjoy it."

"That'd be great," Ricardo says with a faint smile.

Paige, Mike and Alberto are in and out of the house through the next few days, playing charity golf games, doing Make a Wish things, and preparing for Axxess. Ricardo, Sofia, and the parents stay at the house, taking advantage of the warm weather to sit outside and visit, laughing and tanning in the early afternoon sun. It's a quiet, peaceful way to spend a week, Ricardo still adjusting to America again after so long in India.

Ricardo is dozing by the pool on Friday when a shadow is cast over his body, his eyes squinting open. He smiles up at Paige and reaches out for her, unsurprised when she tucks in close to him and sighs, enjoying his warmth against her side. "Hola, mi fuerza."

"Hullo," she sighs. "Survived another Axxess signing." Her hand drifts along his chest and he closes his eyes, gripping her fingers and lifting them to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. "Now I have an offer for you." She sits up and straddles him, kissing him softly. "This won't be for Total Divas. It won't be for anything, just us. The worse that'll happen is you'll show up on the Network a time or two."

He stares at her. "What?"

She pouts at him. "Trust me?" That's easy. For the most part. So when she tugs on his hand, he allows himself to be pulled up, dragged into the house. He pointedly keeps his gaze away from Alberto and Mike as they walk side by side to the bedrooms. She reaches the closet and pulls it open, revealing what's waiting inside.

Next to her classic black dress is a sleak, clearly specially designed suit. It's not like his tux, it's satiny and soft, and he suspects Alberto had a hand in this as he runs his hand down the material, sighing softly. Ricardo casts a glance at her and Paige smiles softly. "Ricardo, I know WWE is still an understandably touchy subject for you, but... would you like to come to the Hall of Fame with me and my mum? We'll make it fun for you, I promise. And you can say hello to people on the roster you haven't seen in awhile. But I won't force you, it's entirely up to you."

He touches the suit again, he reaches out and brushes his fingers through her hair and takes a breath. "Is there a bowtie?"

"When is there not a bowtie?" she asks with a soft smile, pulling out a simple, beautiful red bowtie and showing it to him. He holds it against the suit, impressed with the contrast and peeks over at her. "It matches my mum's dress," she explains. "To show you're with us." She hooks her arm in with his and rests her head on his shoulder. "You're going to be the most handsome man there, I'm going to have beat the women off with a stick."

His hand is warm on her lower back, a disbelieving smile crossing his face. "I think you have that backwards, mi fuerza. I'm going to have to enziguiri kick all of the men away from you."

She smirks. "Well, let's keep count and see by the end of the evening who attracts the most attention."

He cups her jaw gently and shakes his head. "I doubt I'll be able to tell you an exact number, because I won't be able to look away from you." Her eyes flash with something intense, deep, and he breathes out slowly before kissing her, her fingers digging into his wrists as he draws her back, bracing his hands on the walls on either side of her and pressing against her. "I have missed you so much," he whispers, a fact that hits him randomly still sometimes.

"I've missed you too," she murmurs, shifting and sighing as he nuzzles into her. "I'm happy we can experience Wrestlemania weekend together. Thank you for coming. I know it couldn't have been easy..."

His hands are warm against her skin, and she shudders against him. "You make everything easier," he tells her quietly. "I'm so glad we're not hiding anymore, or pretending for Total Divas."

"Me too." She sighs as he lifts her up and carries her over to the bed. "Ricardo," she groans, closing her eyes. "I have another meet'n'greet thing to do soon..."

He hovers over her, kissing the inches of her skin visible when her shirt rides up gently. "I won't make you late, promise."

She chooses to believe him, fingers tangling in his hair and drawing him up to kiss her properly.