Mike grimaces once he finally makes his escape from the ice cream truck, New Day and R-Truth both succeeding at ruining his appetite. "So annoying," he mumbles to himself, sighing. He walks back into the arena, shoulders slumping against the blast of cool air, when he hears a familiar squeal and remembers why exactly he'd been getting ice cream to begin with.
"Daddy," George cries out, running into his arms and letting out a whoop as he's spun up into Mike's arms. "Where's our ice cream?"
Mike gapes at his son, not even sure how to explain that he'd forgotten because of New Day. "I, uh," he starts to say, floundering. "Uh."
AJ steps in, surprising him. "Kiddo, daddy got distracted by some wrestling business. What do you say we go pick you and Sara both something special, huh? I bet they have one of those chocolate dipped ice creams you like so much out there. How's that?"
George's eyes light up. "Really, mommy? Yes!" He claps his hands and scoots out of Mike's hands to the floor, running off to the locker room to find Sara to let her know.
AJ smiles a little at Mike, brushing her fingers down his suit jacket. "Don't worry about it," she says consolingly. "We'll go out together and get some ice cream, it'll all be fine."
"New Day's out there, being annoying," he warns her.
She shrugs. "I think I can handle Xavier and Kofi. I'll even handle Truth if I have to." She leans in and kisses him, patting his cheek. "I might even bring you back an ice cream." She winks at him and turns. "Kids, come on!"
As George and Sara race after AJ, giggling and happy, Mike watches them go. "Hope she remembers mine," he mumbles, smiling and shaking his head as he heads back into the locker room, hoping that Truth isn't doing anything else that will stick them in another tag title match they're not necessarily prepared for.