Ricardo sighs. It's easily been one of the busiest weeks of his life and he's reveling in it, no matter how exhausted he feels, partly due to insomnia. Partly due to the speed he's moving. He hasn't even had much of a chance to talk to Alicia except for brief kisses good morning and a little bit at time every night before bed. He rubs at his eyes and squints at the schedule, relieved to have a few minutes before his next training session. He's just about to roll out of the ring and set up a few things when he hears the sound of a throat clearing. Looking up, he blinks at the wide brimmed, sequinned hat blocking the person from view.

"Excuse me," a syrupy sweet voice greets him, and the breath in his lungs whooshes out in a startled laugh. "I was wondering if a girl could get one personal training here." She tips her hat up and Ricardo smirks at Alicia. "See, I've got a special match at an all-woman's PPV coming up and I was recently injured and missed out on a huge opportunity and I'd rather it not happen again."

Ricardo taps his lips as he approaches her. "Yeah, actually, I think I can help you there," he says, eyes brushing over her. "Is that what you're wearing?" Dressed down for Alicia, she's wearing a pale pink sweat shirt and tight yoga pants and he exhales as she nods.

"Yes, does it look alright?"

"It looks great," he murmurs, reaching out and taking her hand. "Well, let's get this started. What's the match type again?"

"Battle royal."

"Right, do you need help practicing eliminating people or how to avoid being eliminated, or...?"

"Both," she says in a chipper voice and he chuckles, getting in the ring with her. "Is that possible?"

"Of course it is," he says. "Don't expect me to take it easy on you though." She beams at him and he shakes his head, laughing as she bounces off of the ropes experimentally and then flies at him, already getting into the moves of a typical match as he goes through the motions of trying to eliminate her without letting her throw any sort of offense. She gasps and pouts at him and he laughs, leaning in to kiss her. "I said I wouldn't take it easy-"

And then he feels her legs around his neck and shoulders, hoisting him over and clean out of the ring and he gapes at her from the apron as she dropkicks him down, leaning against the ropes to wink at him. "I never said I'd take it easy on you either, babe," she teases him.

He groans. "Why I oughta," he mumbles, scrambling back into the ring to get some measure of payback on his mischevious wife as she laughs and avoids him, dancing around the ring until he gets his hands on her again and sweeps her legs out from under her, lowering himself down on top of her. "Hola."

She laughs. Kisses his nose. "Hola. This is odd training choices for a battle royal, Ricardo," she tells him with a soft smile, running her fingers through his hair.

"Perhaps," he concedes. "I wouldn't recommend it at Evolution or anything. But we haven't seen much of each other and you did book this hour so I'm trying to give you your money's worth."

She giggles as he trails kisses along her jaw, under her ear. "Well, you're definitely doing that," she hums, sighing as he shifts and kisses her on the lips, his hands warm on her sides. He beams and presses his lips to her eyelids before pulling back and staring softly at her. 'I love you," she whispers, cupping his face and drawing him in for longer, more sensual kisses.

"I love you too," he sighs out, shifting his weight so he's laying next to her, tracing shapes in the soft fabric of her sweatshirt. "I'm glad you came here. I've been missing you a lot. Just so much has been going on..."

She nods, tracing her fingers over his face. "I know," she chuckles. "You know Sunil multiplied this week?"

Ricardo looks at her, perplexed, before he understands. "Oh, Samir is back, huh?" The second SIngh brother had been injured for most of the year, and she nods, rolling her eyes. "Is he just as annoying as his brother?"

"Worse!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up. "He's quiet and just stares on while Sunil singlehandedly tries to ruin my life! They're all going to drive me insane by the end of this thing!" She pauses and squints at him, sprawling her hands out. "Shanti," she says, stressing the word almost mockingly, and Ricardo laughs softly at her. "Shanti, Shanti, Shanti." Instead of a proper chant, she sounds more like the jealous daughter from the Brady Bunch making fun of Marcia Marcia Marcia.

They fall quiet for awhile, lost in thought and curled up next to each other in the middle of the ring, when Alicia's fingers curl around his, rubbing slowly over his ring. "I was thinking," she breathes out. "Staring at your medicine." Medicines to stop blood clots, aspirin, blood pressure medicine. So much, for someone so young. She buries her face in his shoulder. "I came so close to losing you before I really even had you..."

He rubs her back, kisses the top of her head. "But you didn't. I couldn't leave you, not like that," he says softly. She sniffs and he presses a finger under her jaw, easing her face up to look her in the eye. "I never would." He shows his ring to her and grins toothily. "You're stuck with me."

"Good," she says, arching up and kissing him deeply. "I'm going to hold you to that for the next 50 years, at the least."

He barks out a laugh and sprawls his hand out over her spine. "Alright, fifty plus years... I'll do the best I can."

She smiles at him, eyes shining with an equal amount of sadness and hope. "Good, you'd better."