Following all of the releases, video chats with Heath and Maryse become almost daily occurrences. Ricardo watches, in awe, as Heath exercises and does what he can to keep his body slim and muscular. Neither can train properly in a ring, but it's clear he's doing his best to get his endurance up and work himself out of the slump he'd fallen into while WWE wasn't using him for all of those weeks. Alicia giggles over Monroe and Madison, a happy gleam in her eyes as she makes grabby fists towards the laptop screen towards them.

"They miss seeing everyone," Maryse says. "It's such a bizarre time. I miss going out and doing things, filming Miz and Mrs. But," she sighs, poking Monroe's nose, "it is much more important to stay home and be safe for these two. I'm sorry this is happening when they're so little and can't understand why everyone is so stressed out, but I suppose it would be worse if they were older and were more aware of everything they were missing out on." She adjusts Monroe and kisses her forehead, smiling when the toddler waves her fists around and starts speaking rapidly towards the laptop, towards Alicia.

Both women chuckle and settle into silence, Alicia content just to watch the babies as Monroe plays and Madison sleeps, both perfectly at peace with what's going on around them. "Do you ever..." she bites her lip and looks away, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Do I ever what?" Maryse asks quietly, hoisting Madison up and wiping at her lips after she sneezes herself awake, whimpering softly.

"No, you know, never mind, it's just a dumb question I don't think I need to ask right now," Alicia says quickly. "I can't even think of how to word it without making everything so much worse." She smiles, strained and tired, and Maryse eyes her suspiciously.

"Ok," she says slowly. "Hey, Alicia, you know if you need to talk or anything, I'm always here, right? I know we were never that close when we were both in the WWE, but we've both retired, and our husbands are pretty good friends. I know that doesn't mean we have to be too, but I'd like to at least be on friendly terms with each other if we can."

Alicia stares at the screen for a long, quiet moment, before exhaling. "Yeah," she says softly. "I'd like that too. I mean, we need as many friends as we can get, especially now, right?"

"Exactly," Maryse says, before turning to speak French to Monroe, who tilts her head and nods, running off to do whatever she'd suggested. Turning her focus back onto the screen, Maryse hesitates. "I think I know what you were going to ask." She stares as well as she can into Alicia's eyes and exhales. "I never will regret having my girls. The times we find ourselves in are terrifying, and perhaps my decision might have been a little more difficult to come to if I had gotten pregnant with Madison later, but no. They're here and Heath and I love them and will do our best to keep them safe. It's enough for me. It has to be."

Alicia digests this, nodding slowly. "I'm sorry I asked, I know it's a sensitive subject. I just... I wanted to know."

Maryse nods slowly, examining her. "Maybe a wild guess here, but is it possible that you're...?"

Alicia closes her eyes, scratching at her cheek absently. "Yeah, probably."

"Does anyone else know?" Maryse whispers.

"No."

Maryse swallows. "I see. Have you...?"

Alicia shakes her head. "Just... I get so hungry. You know? And a little sick sometimes. And my emotions are all over the place. At first I thought it was stress, but the timing seems to fit considering how late I am right now."

Maryse nods. "Listen to your body, then. It'll generally guide you in the right direction." She sighs. "You should take a test as soon as possible though. Just know for sure, one way or another."

"Yeah. I- I will," Alicia swallows. "It's just... I don't think I can stand this. Not now. Not with everything so... frightening and, and..." She buries her face in her hands, crying slightly. "I wanted my child to have it so much better."

"And they will," Maryse promises her. "Just have to be patient a little longer."

"I hope so," she whispers, head spinning with all of the fear and tension overriding her lifelong dreams of what her child would be like, what she'd do with it, the adventures they'd have. She sprawls her fingers over her stomach again and tries to think about what she wants, what Ricardo would want. She decides to get a test and just see, as soon as she can.