Alberto is cleared by his doctor. Ricardo and Sofia both make sure of that, accompanying Alberto and ignoring his grumbles when they ask the doctor about his condition and what the man thinks jetlag will do to his exhaustion and dehydration. He hems and haws over the answer, it being obvious that he doesn't know. Sofia and Ricardo exchange a glance while Alberto nods eagerly, clearly just wanting to leave.

Finally they exit the building after Alberto convinces the doctor that he's good to go, his clearance to go to England in hand. They drive home quietly, Alberto reading over his schedule for the trip to London, Ricardo and Sofia both lost in thought. It's only when they arrive that Ricardo stops Alberto from disappearing into his room. "El Patron, I think you should pack and I will look into getting a plane ticket." Alberto looks confused until Sofia and Ricardo exchange another glance. "I'm going with you," he explains.

"Ricardo, no you don't-"

"Yes, I do," the former ring announcer told him tensely. "You passed out in my arms not even a week ago. If you think I'm really letting you fly across the ocean, and not take care of yourself again, maybe the doctor should re-evaluate your clearance." Afterwards, they all freeze because Ricardo usually doesn't speak like that, especially to Alberto.

But he doesn't seem offended, releasing a breath and clapping Ricardo's shoulder. "Fine, mi hermano. If that's what you want to do. I understand. I don't want to scare you again. And this way," he adds, peering over at the housekeeper with a fond smirk, "Sofia won't spend the entire weekend worrying over what I'm doing."

"Gracias," she says, bustling off to the kitchen.

"Here," Alberto says, tugging out his wallet and handing over one of his credit cards to Ricardo. "Do it in style, mi amigo... get first class, si? We may not be able to sit together at this point, but we'll be close enough that you can keep an eye on me."

He smirks as Ricardo laughs, taking the card from him. "Alright, El Patron. Gracias. But while I handle that, you go pack and then rest, si?"

Alberto sighs, shaking his head with a small smile. "Alright, fine." He reaches out and pats Ricardo on the face. "I'll see you later, then."

Ricardo nods, watching him go back to his room and shut the door behind him. He turns to look at Sofia and they both sigh at virtually the same time, the housekeeper walking over to him and hugging him tightly. "Gracias, mi hijo."

He smiles and hugs her back, burying his face in her hair. "Any time, Sofia."

It's a long, tiresome flight, but whereas Alberto comes out the other end seeming as energetic and ready to go, two matches ahead of him that he's eager to get into, Ricardo starts to drag before they've even flown out of America. He tries to sleep on the flight, and he exceeds to an extent, but he finds himself nodding off in the hours waiting for Alberto's match. He forces himself to focus during the actual match, relieved to see that, despite everything, his former employer is on top of his game and win.

Ricardo makes it to his feet as Alberto makes his way backstage, the two of them beaming at each other. "Gracias for coming, Ricardo. I'm glad you were here." He leaves long enough to shower and changes back into street clothes before following Ricardo outside. "Hey, amigo, let's walk for awhile," he suggests, snagging Ricardo's sleeve before he can begin looking for a taxi.

It's quiet and peaceful, the air cool, and it's a nice night, so he agrees. They walk side by side for nearly twenty minutes, Ricardo dwelling on everything going on recently, his mind turning towards Paige now that Alberto seems to be steady once more. Total Divas is still weighing on him, this... whatever it is with this Kevin guy, seeing him on one knee in front of her... He closes his eyes and considers how much time they have here in England, what bits of free time they will actually have. "El Patron? There's something I'd like to do... if we could find the time," he says slowly.

Alberto turns to look at him curiously, lips pursed as Ricardo begins to explain. His eyes clear the more Ricardo speaks, finally nodding. "Si, I think we can do that, mi hermano." He claps Ricardo on the back. "Let's see, hmm?"

"Gracias," he says, exhaling sharply.

They walk for awhile longer before returning to the hotel and sleeping the night away. The next morning, before they have to travel on to the next arena, Ricardo makes a phone call and figures out how to add one more stop to their trip. Once this is all sorted out, he releases a breath and smiles at Alberto. "Thank you for this, Alberto. What would I do without you?"

Alberto laughs and nudges him. "Perhaps not worry quite so much, hm?"

Ricardo sighs and leans over, resting his head on Alberto's shoulder, needing a minute to just breathe. "Hmph, well, it is usually worth it, I suppose." Alberto smiles and hugs him, stroking his fingers through Ricardo's hair, reflecting on how long it's growing.

Once they see through Ricardo's quick stop, they continue on to where Alberto wrestles- and loses to- Rey Mysterio. Despite his obvious disappointment, he still has respect for his fellow AAA competitor so they shake hands and move on from this night, Ricardo and Alberto going for another lengthy walk around the dark streets surrounding the arena before they're both tired enough to try to sleep. Once in bed, warm and comfortable, Alberto rolls towards Ricardo and smiles. "Home soon, amigo... I imagine you can't wait to see Paige, hm?"

"Si," he says sleepily, staring back at Alberto through the darkness. "I suppose we'll have to start thinking about Alex and Alicia's wedding... it's only a few weeks away now."

"Great," Alberto says drily, causing Ricardo to laugh. "I will be nice for your sake, mi hermano."

"Gracias," Ricardo murmurs, pressing his face into his pillow. "Buenos noches, El Patron."

"Buenos noches."

Their flight is early in the morning and they arrive just as Raw starts, Ricardo tuning in just to see what's going on with Paige and Mike tonight. Paige loses a tag match with Becky Lynch against Naomi and Sasha and still has a slightly better night than Mike, who gets totally destroyed by Big Show, his ribs clearly hurting him afterwards.

It's clear the injury's legit as soon as they arrive in Florida the next morning, Mike walking into the house gingerly. He cringes away, gritting his teeth against the pain, when Alberto makes a swipe at his midsection. Ricardo, Sofia and Paige's unimpressed looks makes him stop, mumbling something that sounds like an apologize as Mike takes his bag to the guest room, eager to rest for a little bit and call AJ before they have to head out to Tough Enough's taping.

Though things are ok between them when they leave later that afternoon, there's tension after the show and Ricardo half-watches Total Divas while Paige rants on about Patrick's elimination and how no one, especially Mike, had understood her reasonings for wanting him gone. He gets his first view of Kevin, gritting his teeth when Paige kisses him, but he's not that impressed by the man. She's so lost in her complaints about Mike arguing with her on Tough Talk that she barely notices until he cups her face and tilts it towards him, kissing her on the lips until she stops mumbling against his mouth.

She melts into him and sighs, smiling. Sufficiently distracted from her rant, she turns back to the TV and watches the rest of the episode, everything that happened after her first Wrestlemania match. He hugs her tight as she melts down on TV, overwhelmed by so many emotions after her and AJ had won. "I wish I was there with you," he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. "That's probably my only regret in leaving WWE when I did."

She nuzzles closer to him, stroking his arms. "I wished you were there too, but I understood that you needed to leave and find your own happiness. And look at you now, sneaking off to England to spend time with Alberto and wrestling for not one or two titles this weekend, but three." Leaning up so they're eye to eye, she smiles at him. "I really am so proud of you, love."

He grins at her and kisses her quickly. "I'm proud of you too. Tough Enough, Total Divas, being part of the Divas Revolution... it's pretty amazing, mi fuerza."

She laughs softly and runs her fingers through his hair, freeing it from the tie that it'd been in since training earlier in the evening. "Thank you." Kissing his forehead, his nose, and his cheeks, she slowly finds her way to his lips and hums, leaning into him.

He closes his eyes and enjoys this moment, not sure what the future will bring, what Total Divas might do to them in the end, but not wanting to waste the time they do have together. "I love you so much," he murmurs.

"I love you too," she returns, pulling back to stare him in the eye. "More than I ever thought I could love someone."

He smiles, hands warm on her waist as he hugs her, a bittersweet feeling deep in his chest at her words. As badly as he wants to believe them, the split second image of Kevin proposing to her still haunts him.

That Thursday, Paige is packing for weekend events in Texas when Ricardo prepares to leave for Kentucky to compete and hopefully win two title belts from Shawn Shultz. He hugs her from behind and kisses between her shoulderblades as she giggles and swats at him, turning around in his arms to kiss him properly. "Wish me luck," he tells her.

"You won't need it, but good luck," she whispers, stroking his face and kissing him once more.

He beams at her before pulling away, picking his bag of gear up and leaving their bedroom. He peeks inside Alberto's bedroom, finding him sitting up and sorting through more paperwork. "Heading out to Kentucky now, El Patron. Take good care of yourself, and I'll be home tomorrow."

Alberto stands up and hugs him warmly, understanding just how important tonight and Saturday will be for Ricardo. Three title belts on the line in two matches... He smiles. "Good luck, mi hermano. I will be anxious to hear how it goes when you get home."

Ricardo grins up at him, clapping him on the arm. "I'll try to make it interesting for you then, El Patron. Adios."

"Adios, amigo." Alberto watches Ricardo leave, sitting down with a soft sigh.

He goes out to the kitchen, hugging Sofia before she can get too fussy over him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sofia. And all goes well, I'll be bringing two belts with me for you to ooh and ahh over." She laughs and cups his face, searching his eyes. He holds her gaze for a moment before reaching up to wrap his fingers around her wrists. "I'm alright, Sofia. I promise. I slept off most of my jetlag, and I'm looking forward to winning these titles tonight."

She nods slowly, leaning up on tippy toes to kiss his cheek. "I wish I could be there to witness your success, mi hijo, but I can't leave Alberto just yet... I'm sure living the moment through your eyes will be just as well. Knock 'em dead." She pats his cheek and he winks at her before turning to leave.

Despite all of their best wishes remaining with him through the trip north, it doesn't go his way. Halfway through the match, his hand gets slung into the turnbuckle post and the pain grows and spreads until he has to face the truth: he'd broken at least one finger. It totally shatters his focus and leaves him struggling through the rest of the match until he's pinned. He lays on the mat and stares up at the lights, grimacing. So I'm going home with no title belts, and a shattered hand. Great...

But there's nothing to be done for it so he trudges to his feet and finds a local ER, which x-rays his hand and braces his middle finger to the ring finger next to it. He stares at the splint with a wan smirk before shaking his head. "Just my luck," he sighs before signing his release papers awkwardly and collecting his things so he can leave. "Sofia's going to refuse to let me out of her sight ever again now..."