Ricardo and Sofia walk hand in hand through a park outside of the arena where Ricardo's latest booking is being held at in the next couple hours. "I'm so proud of you, mi hijo," Sofia says, their hands swinging lazily together in the space between of them.
"Hm?" He asks, glancing over at her.
"You're working so hard," she says. "In wrestling, being a good husband and father, and now your sobriety. It's a lot to take on all at once, and with a new baby on the way."
"I've always liked keeping busy, you know that," he says, their hands going a little extra higher as he smiles over at her. "Sometimes it helps with the insomnia and sometimes it just helps pass the time. Either way, it, you know. Helps."
Sofia smiles. "Yeah. I wish the pandemic was more managed so Alicia could join us tonight, I know she'd love to see you wrestle again."
"Yeah," Ricardo sighs. "I really do appreciate you taking the risk to come along and tape it for her though, I know she was looking forward to it until this new variant really started wreaking hell with things again."
Sofia smiles a little, adjusting the mask waiting under her chin to be put on properly. "My pleasure, mi hijo. You know I like watching you wrestle as well, and it has been awhile."
"Si, it has been. Here's my phone, I have the memory card in it, there should be plenty to get my match on it. I'll text you before I go out so you can get the entrances and all."
"Gracias," Sofia says, easing it into her purse as they turn back around and walk towards the building. "Good luck tonight, though I don't think you need it."
He grins at her and kisses her knuckles before they part ways, Ricardo eager to get started on his pre-match preparations.
-x
It's dark later that night, Sofia huffing a little as she unlocks the door and lets herself and Ricardo in. "Shhh," they hush each other, giggling between themselves as they enter the house. It's quiet and they assume Alicia and Andre are asleep already, so Sofia blows a kiss at Ricardo and makes her way upstairs to get ready for bed.
Ricardo toes his shoes off and makes his way through to the living room, about to sit down on the couch to decompress after his match, when he realizes there's a lump of blankets stretched out upon it. He blinks a couple of times before shifting them, finding Alicia fast asleep below them. "Oh," he breathes out, kneeling down next to her and grazing her face with his hands. "Didn't expect you to be out here," he says softly, relieved he hadn't sat down on her. He rests his chin on his folded arms and examines her peaceful face, smiling. "I don't think I can ever thank you enough for everything you've given me. This house, our children, the ease that you go along with every move professionally and otherwise that I want to make. Most women wouldn't be as accepting as you are. I don't think I deserve you."
"I disagree," she mumbles sleepily, and his eyes light up even as he flushes a little at realizing she was listening. "Sometimes I feel like I don't give you enough."
"Impossible," he tells her gently. "There's nothing more I could ever ask for." Standing carefully, he gets his arms under her and gently hoists her up. "Now let's get you to bed. I can't let my beautiful, pregnant wife get stiff and achy on our horrible, uncomfortable couch."
She giggles and wraps her arms around his neck and shoulders. "Alright," she sighs, pressing her face against him as he adjusts his grips on her and starts walking towards their bedroom. "Sounds good to me."
She falls asleep in his arms before he gets to the bed and he takes care to jostle her as little as possible while tuckering her in and resting her face gently on the pillows. "I love you," he tells her, resting on his side and watching her sleep. "So, so much."
