With John's wedding behind them, Alicia and Ricardo return home to Texas. Between his training sessions and her spending time at the beach, they begin to feel the vast emptiness of their new home. Eventually, their eyes meet and she shrugs. "I feel like we need a pet," she finally says with a small chuckle.

Ricardo had left his puppy back in California with his mother and sister, not thinking it was fair to keep transporting the poor thing from state to state, especially when he got along so well with his niece and nephew. Now that they're settled, he thinks it sounds right to try again, so off to the shelter they go. It's love at first sight for him and Alicia, the five month old pit running right up to the side of the cage as they walk up, her paws scraping against the links as she pants at them, eyes shining.

Alicia makes a soft sound and Ricardo looks at the rescue worker, nodding. As soon as the cage is open and they're allowed to touch her, pet her and generally get to know her, the answer is obvious. "We'll take her," Ricardo says, watching as Alicia hugs her joyfully.

"Our first dog together," Alicia laughs, watching as Harley sniffs around the yard, getting accustomed to her new home.

Ricardo nods, reaching out to her as she trots past him. She turns and sniffs at his fingers before lightly gnawing at them. He laughs, not bothered by it, since she's still young and it's clear she's not doing it to hurt him. "Silly," he tells her, lightly pulling his fingers free and kissing her on the forehead before she wanders off again. Once she's off, having fun chasing butterflies and such on clumsy, uncoordinated paws, he turns his attention back to Alicia. "So, I have a question."

She sits up from where she's flopped onto the grass and smiles at him. "Alright."

"You've been home pretty consistently since going to get examined by WWE that one week," he says slowly. "What's up with that?"

She blows out a breath and stares at her hands. "Well, you know. That drama around Wrestlemania weekend?"

He'd heard a bit here and there, things she'd told him, things that people were speculating about online. "Yeah?"

"I think they're going to let me go after my contract runs out." For whatever reason, she doesn't look as devastated as he'd think she would.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." She beams at him, only traces of sadness on her expression. "I've spent the last ten years of my life there, change might be nice."

He nods, understanding. He'd only been there a few years when he was ready to go. "Wedding plans will be even nicer, right?"

She laughs. Nods. "We still need to pick a date."

"I like fall weddings," he says softly. "Maybe... September 21st. There's no PPV that weekend, we can do it then? What do you think?"

Her smile grows. "I like it. I like it a lot. Let's do it."

He grins, hugging her. "I can't wait to be married to you." Her eyes gleam happily as she cups his face and kisses him softly. "Now," he says, "all we have to do is plan... oh, everything else about our wedding."

She laughs, running her fingers over his facial hair. "We'll do just fine, I'm sure. I used to be a wedding planner, you know." She winks at him and he laughs, shaking his head.

"Don't remind me," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss her again.