Ricardo can't stop staring at the engagement ring sparkling from his finger. It's beautiful and promises so many things that had been taken from him in the past. He turns as Alicia rolls over and blinks sleepily at him, a smile spreading across her lips as she spots what he's staring at. "You like it, right?"

"I love it," he says quietly, resting his head on her shoulder and lightly kissing her jaw. "It was the perfect birthday gift." She beams at him, interlacing their fingers together, and he kisses her knuckles.

They lay for awhile, her fingers stroking his ring, and eventually she sighs, pouting. "I hate that you're leaving soon." They'd taken a couple of days to themselves, but now he's heading back towards Florida, mostly because Alberto had asked him to announce him to the ring once more for old times' sake, and he'd lined up one last seminar for the wrestling school he'd trained at for months before leaving Florida. First, he'll be stopping in Nashville to do some voice overs for Arolucha.

"I know," he murmurs. "I do too. But Miz and AJ will take good care of you." He kisses her pout away and she snuggles into him, closing her eyes as he strokes her back carefully.

"Alberto better take care of you," she mumbles, exhaling as he gingerly touches her, careful to not hurt her as she lays passively in his arms.

"He will," Ricardo sighs, kissing the top of her head. "I'll be fine. Just some ring announcing, and a match as Chimaera. It'll be fine."

She hums. "You'd better be, or I'll have to kick someone's ass once I'm healthy again." Ricardo smirks and brushes her hair out of her eyes, kissing her nose. "I mean it. No one can hurt my fiance and get away with it."

He chuckles and kisses her before lightly easing her over so he can stand up and start to pack to get ready to go. "I doubt that'll be necessary. If anyone does anything, I assume Alberto will take care of it. Especially since I'm coming as a favor for him."

"He's really confident he's going to win the championship from Carlito, huh?" she asks, sitting up to look at him.

"Yep," Ricardo said, folding his tux up and putting it carefully in his suitcase, next to his Chimaera gear. "I'll text you when I land." Leaning over for one more kiss, he smiles at her and pulls away with some hesitation, picking his suitcase up and leaning against the wall, staring at her. "Rest, and take good care of yourself. I'll see you soon."

"You'd better," she says, sitting up and reaching out for him. She smiles when he pulls away from the wall and hugs her once more, kissing her. "Have a safe flight. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon." He smiles and finally wills his feet to leave, pausing to talk to AJ as she sits at the kitchen table, wiping Sara's face after she's ate. "Hey, I'm leaving in a minute. I just... guess I wanted to check in, make sure that someone will keep an eye on Alicia, make sure she doesn't over do it."

"Done and done," AJ promises him, lightly poking Sara's cheek as she flails her arms around, reaching out for Ricardo. "Don't worry, go have a good time in Tennessee and Florida. We'll take good care of your girl. I promise."

He smiles at her and leans down to kiss Sara's forehead, not surprised when she rubs cereal against his cheeks. "See you around, silly," he tells her, thankfully taking a rag from AJ and wiping his face off as he heads out of the door.

His flight goes well, and he lands in Tennessee a few hours later, nodding in agreement where he needs to and successfully doing what the Arolucha executives expect from him. That night, he relaxes and talks to Alicia on his phone, relieved to hear that she's been resting most of the day. "Off to Florida I go," he mumbles to himself once they hang up and he rolls over to shut the lamp off so he can sleep. It feels weird, in a way, to return to the state he'd just left not that long ago, but it's for Alberto, so he's willing to give it a try.

His flight gets delayed due to weather and he misses part of the training session he was supposed to be involved in, but he arrives in time to wander around the familiar streets of Orlando, not surprised to see how very little has changed since he left. Alberto calls at some point to make sure he's arrived, and Ricardo confirms before hiring an uber to take him to Alberto's house, where Sofia greets him with a gentle hug and a small smile.

He keeps an eye on her face as he makes the ring on his finger very obvious and can't help the grin spreading on his face when she notices and gapes at it before throwing her arms around him, congratulating him in Spanish. He smiles as she kisses his cheek and drags him into the kitchen to feed him and talk to him about everything she's missed out on since he left the state. Alberto makes a brief appearance, long enough to hug Ricardo, and push a belated birthday gift in his hands, before blearily making his excuses and disappearing into his bedroom, looking wiped out.

"Between wrestling tours, and figuring out things with his restaurant," Sofia explains, "he doesn't sleep well anymore." She picks at the tablecloth, not quite looking Ricardo in the eye. "I believe he's lonely."

Ricardo swallows. "Is that why he's asked me to ring announce for a bit in the future?"

"I think so, yes." She eyes him, a steely look on her face. "You be careful in that match against Jack Swagger. If anything happens to you that night, I will go to Chicago myself and teach that rude perro a lesson."

He laughs and pats her arm. "You're not the only one," he says, imagining a partnership between Alicia and Sofia to defend him. "But I will be fine." The words are a little of a struggle, despite the honesty behind them. "I trust in Alberto. He'll take care of me."

She smiles and leans over to hug him. "I am glad to hear it," she murmurs.

He realizes he is too as he opens the box and finds a brand new Nintendo DS waiting for him, a smile crossing his face as he rubs a finger over the smooth box of the brand new video game system that will replace the one he'd dropped while in the process of moving.

The next night, Ricardo competes as Chimaera in a six man. He doesn't win, but it's fine. He showers and changes into his suit and tests his voice out a few times before someone claps him hard on the back. "You sound fine," a familiar voice greets him and he turns to find Memo Montenegro standing behind him.

He smirks at Alberto's brother and shrugs. "Practice makes perfect, I suppose." They sit next to each other on a bench and Ricardo picks at his fingernail. "How have you been?"

"Fine." Memo adjusts his mask. "I hear things have not been well for you, however." Ricardo says nothing right away and Memo swallows. "I know we have not seen each other since, but I suppose I just wanted to apologize for whatever hand I may have had in your relationship difficulties with Paige. Our kiss was not planned by either of us, but I would hate to think I did something to hurt you further."

Ricardo nods. "I didn't really think about that for long, to be honest. Our relationship fell apart so suddenly after that that your kiss wasn't really something I gave a lot of weight. Does that make sense?"

Memo nods. "Si, it does. I just wanted to apologize either way."

"Besides." Ricardo holds his hand up, the ring gleaming. "Things are a ton better now."

Memo stares at it for a few moments but, before he can think of anything to say, Alberto bustles in. "Ah there my two hermanos are-" He then stops and frowns, realizing the look on their faces as they turn to look at him. "Am I interrupting something?" He then sees Ricardo's hand and stops, gnawing at his bottom lip. "Mi hermano?"

"Alicia proposed to me," Ricardo offers quietly, watching as Alberto's brows furrow. "Sofia and I were talking about it when you came through to go to bed last night," he chuckles weakly, holding his hand differently so Alberto can see the ring glinting there easier.

"I am happy for you," he says quietly, a strained kind of smile on his face even as he hugs Ricardo. "Now." He claps his hands on Ricardo's shoulders and smooths his hands down his chest, helping the suit jacket to lay more properly. "Let's go out so I can win yet another belt, and then we can all go celebrate." He claps his brother on the shoulders before urging Ricardo out of the room.

It's like reliving old times, Ricardo standing in the ring, mic in his hand, waiting for his cue. As soon as it's time, he raises his voice as loud as he can, listening as it echoes throughout the small area, drawing on and on as he introduces Alberto to ringside, listing off his championships and various successes, smirking as people boo at him the longer he draws this on until finally he gives up and calls out "ALBERTO EL PATRON", lips twitching up at his former employer taking on the nickname that Ricardo had given him al of those years ago. Alberto joins him in the ring and claps him on the shoulder and he leaves as Carlito joins them, standing at ring side and watching the match with his arms crossed behind his back.

Alberto holds true to his words and defeats Carlito, adding another title to his list. Memo and Ricardo sit on either side of him afterwards once they're back in the locker room, posing for a nice picture of the three of them. "Now," Alberto says once he's uploaded the picture to Twitter and instagram. "Let's go party, brothers. I don't know about either of you, but I am quite hungry. And we have multiple things to celebrate." He pokes his finger against Ricardo's ring, smiling as Ricardo's lips part, then his eyes light up.

"Si, let's go," Memo agrees, tugging Ricardo up and following Alberto out of the arena., arms slung around Ricardo's shoulder as the brothers guide him to their favorite place to eat out in this area.