It's a hot California day. Ricardo exhales softly, tilting his face up towards the sun, enjoying the breeze on his face tempering the heat just a bit. He blinks his eyes open and stares at the large house sprawling out before him and chuckles a little bit, turning to glance at Miz, as he settles more comfortably in the wheelchair that he's managed to bring all the way from Florida. "That thing is atrocious."

"Hey!" Morrison cries out somewhere from their left. "That thing is prime transportation right now! Isn't that right, Mike?"

"Yep," Mike says, and the damnedest thing, he does seem oddly proud of the mess of a wheelchair.

Ricardo shakes his head fondly and laughs, turning to watch their wives. Alicia, AJ, and Taya are all sprawled out in lawn chairs, talking and laughing amongst themselves, Alicia showing off her latest designs. "Damn," Taya says, gingerly fingering the edges of one of the massive pages. "Maybe I could incorporate some of this into my latest gear for NXT. It's really... out there and gorgeous, Alicia. I love it."

"Yeah, if you wanted," Alicia says with a grin. "Just hit me up, we can work something out."

Nearby, Sara and George are staring into Andre's bassinet, wide eyed and hushed. "Were we this small?" Sara wonders, peering at her brother. George shrugs, reaching in to poke at Andre's face. Ricardo shifts closer and watches as Andre squirms under the attention, but ultimately simply reaches out and grips the older boy's finger, delighting both George and Sara. "Hey, me next!" Sara exclaims, George slowly retreating and allowing his sister to try.

"Sara," Mike calls out warningly. "Gently."

"Yes, daddy," Sara says, looking up at him, suddenly the very appearance of innocence as she reaches in as careful as can be, ghosting a finger over Andre's cheek.

Ricardo chuckles and Mike rolls his eyes at him, a grin playing at his lips. "I'm glad we could do this," he says after a moment.

"Hey, man, me too," Mike says. "Not under the best circumstances, obviously," he waves a hand at his own knee, "but I'm glad we can all hang out again."

"How is your knee?" Ricardo asks.

"Oh you know," he says vaguely. "It'll just take time."

Ricardo nods. He wants to know more, but he also understands a person's need to not talk too much about injuries. He'd been the same way with his ankle, his neck, and pretty much every other semi-serious injury he'd had over the years. When he catches John's eye, briefly, it's clear he's thinking the same thing, so Ricardo drops it. "Any idea when Heath and Maryse are coming by?"

"Soon, should be," Mike says, checking the time on his phone. "I know he had rehab this morning, probably will be wrapping up within the hour."

Again, Ricardo wants to ask how Heath's recovery is going, but he's not sure it's even his place, considering he's not that close to Heath. So he keeps his thoughts and curiosities to himself, leans back and listens to their kids giggle and talk, their wives' soft chatter nearby, and Mike listening on, enraptured, as Morrison regales them with some story about an old man he'd met on the beach who seemed like some kind of psychedelic mindreader.

Ricardo tips his head back and just basks in it. All in all, it's a near perfect day.