Ricardo exhales, long and slow, as he watches things get set up for Alberto's federation's next show. He smiles and leans back when Alicia's warmth presses into his side, curling an arm around her waist and holding her close. "I'm happy you're here," he whispers into her hair, kissing her temple.

"So am I," she hums back, squeezing him and nuzzling into his shoulder. "Everything going alright?"

"So far." He sighs softly and touches the bar dividing the ring from the seats. "I almost didn't think I'd have this opportunity again, si? Everything was spiraling so badly between my health and trapped in an endless cycle of not gettin booked no matter where I moved, or what I did... I owe Alberto so much."

She nods softly, staring up at him. "I'm glad things are better for you now, Ricardo." She takes a breath, voice a bit shaky when she speaks again. "I feel terrible that I couldn't do for you what Alberto can, though."

He stares down at her, a slow sense of guilt and sadness overwhelming him as he really sees her fears and worries for him in her deep, dark eyes. "Alicia," he whispers, gently gripping her and moving her until they're face to face, hugging her. "Lo siento, please... forgive me. I know I haven't been easy for you lately. You've been going through so much of your own problems, and I... I've just been lost in my own world for so long..."

She makes a face, eases up and kisses him, running her fingers soothingly over his jaw. "You don't have to apologize, Ricardo. I think... I was so lost in my own problems that I didn't see yours were getting so bad. I should be the one saying I'm sorry. To think you felt like your only option was, was to..." She swallows hard and stares up at him, tears filling her eyes. "Seven years isn't enough," she tells him. "No amount of years will ever be enough for me, you know that, right?"

He swallows hard, nods. "Yeah. Si. I know. I feel the same." He curls his fingers around her face and stares into her eyes. "You know... it's not you, right? You're the one bright spot in my world. You've always... always made me feel good about myself, even when everything else was trying to beat me down."

She nods quietly. "Yes, I know," she tells him softly, leaning into his touch. "Ricardo..."

He kisses her, pressing her against the steel barricade, and she exhales shakily, groaning as he braces her, supports her. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispers and, for a few minutes at least, the activity going on around them becomes meaningless, quiet as they kiss and touch each other.

The show goes well, Ricardo feels that old love and adoration for the business pulsing through his veins, and when he takes his leave of Alberto's insisting on their toasting this success, falls asleep easily in the guest room Alberto had offered he and Alicia in his Mexico estate. It's heavy and deep, insomnia not even a worry in his mind as he sleeps with the ease he hasn't had since very young, Alicia tucked up close to him, breathing softly against his neck.

When he wakes up, she's staring at him, eyes gleaming. "It's a few minutes after noon," she tells him and he coughs, amazed he's slept that late. "Sofia expects us down for lunch in about an hour, so... we have plenty of time..."

"For?" he asks, voice deep with sleep, but he thinks he knows- confirmed when she rolls over and straddles him, his hands immediately moving to support her, grazing under the thin, cream colored camisole she'd slept in that makes her skin glisten and gleam soft brown in the sun gleaming through the drapes.

"Our little project," she whispers to him, leaning in to kiss him.

"Oh," he says softly. "Si, of course. That." She giggles against his cheek, his hands trailing lazily over her skin, leaving her breathing in roughly, flushed and needy.

"Do you know they're calling me a legend?" she asks idly, his lips coming to a stop against her throat. "In the invitation to the show Monday. They're acting like I'm already retired." She eases up, putting space between herself and his lips, his hands, allowing them to hang uselessly at her hips. She stares down at him. "Like they know... what I have planned..." She scritches her hands down his chest, pushing a soft gasp from his lungs, and smiles. "My contract expires this winter, and then I'm free..." Quirks an eyebrow at him. "We're free. To knock the fashion world on its ass, and dominate the Mexican wrestling scene, and..."

"And?" he asks, the steady pressure of his hands making her eyes flutter, breath catching deep in her throat.

She exhales and shifts, lips twitching as he searches her face, once more overwhelmed with the sharp realization, once more, that she's all his. Rings that he'd put there glistening on her finger and everything. "...and have as many kids as..." Her lips part and she moans softly. "As we want..."

He closes his eyes and pictures them, beautiful kids with dark eyes and impish grins, black hair and smooth, brown skin so much like Alicia's that there's no question whose kids they are, mixing the best parts of Ricardo with the best of Alicia. "Si, por favor, I... That's all I want," he mumbles and she nods, kissing him palms.

"Me, too. And we'll have it. I promise you, I will ensure it happens," she tells him. "All of it. We're going to be so happy, mi amor."

Any time she speaks Spanish sends a thrill down his spine and he breathes out her name, hands trailing heated paths against her skin. "I know we will be," he tells her with a small smile as she leans in to kiss him, eyes shining happily when he meets her halfway.