Alicia's days without Ricardo are weird. Repetitive. She wakes up to Andre needing something, tends to him, then she either slumps back into bed or spends a couple of hours with Sofia, talking quietly until the sun comes up and they can start their days properly, or sometimes just watching TV with her. Depending on the day, depending on their individual moods.

Sometimes Andre sleeps through the night, then she wakes up feeling a little more rested, but it's rare. Sunday just happens to be one of those days, she makes it to the kitchen to find Sofia humming over a pan of eggs, and greets her with a sleepy little smile, immediately gravitating to the coffee waiting on the counter. "Thank you," she hums, pouring herself a generous amount before sinking down into a chair and savoring it.

The afternoon passes quietly, she works on some designs, she spends some tummy time with Andre, enjoying the progress he's steadily making, already beginning to lift his head off of the floor and gaining more upper body strength. She even has a short video chat with Ricardo, who looks pleased, a little wind swept, but joyful. It makes her feel happy, and a little wistful, because he rarely looks so free in America, weighed down by lack of opportunity and his own expectations. "I miss you," she says softly.

He smiles at her, expression turning a little sad. "I miss you too, Alicia. But I'll be home in a few weeks, and I swear I'll make this up to you. Andre must be getting so big."

"He is," she says quietly, smiling down into the phone. Unfortunately, he's napping or she'd bring the boy into the call, let him babble at his father for a few minutes. "But he's such a good little boy, barely even fusses."

Ricardo chuckles. "That's good. At least he isn't much trouble for you and Sofia."

"No, he's perfect," Alicia hums. She wishes they could talk longer, but he has a training session coming up soon and she's wary of staying on too long, the calls get expensive after awhile, so with reluctance, she ends the call while blowing kisses to him, and then collapses back against her pillows. She stares at the ceiling for awhile, and then rolls over, hugging the pillow that still smells, a little, of Ricardo. Soon, she reminds herself. He said so himself. It'll all be just fine.

That night is an AEW PPV. She doesn't miss wrestling, she's barely on social media anymore, but she knows of it because the few friends she still has in the business are talking about it, texting her a little bit here and there, to ask if she's watching- she's not. But she does get notifications for Ricardo's tweets still, and he's clearly watching from Egypt, and he's impressed, she can tell. She holds Andre close, hugs him tightly, and sees Ricardo say I need to get back to America lol, and feels something twist inside of her. A creeping, disappointing feeling that he wants so badly to be back home, for wrestling, and not because of her or Andre, or Sofia, or the life that they're steadily building.

She doesn't want to be envious, she's always known Ricardo's first love was the business- and she gets it, she really, truly does. It was an important part of her life for a really long time too, but the way he seems to live, breathe and sleep it... It's the most intense thing she's ever seen, especially coming from her, and it makes her ache that he doesn't have the same sort of passion for her or their son. She sighs, not liking the turn her thoughts have made, and tries to distract herself by kissing Andre gently on the forehead. "It's ok, sweetheart," she tells the little boy. "I know he loves us in his own way."

She just wishes it wasn't outmatched at every turn by his love for wrestling.