Mike has a couple of days of filming left to finish, but thankfully it's much easier to film an hour long episode when he's only a secondary character versus being the main star in a movie. AJ visits the set on the second day and watches from a chair that one of the stage hands had brought her as they paint him up in fake blood and direct him through what he's supposed to do.
Jensen and Jared are wandering around between takes and she eyes them, pondering how people aren't entirely wrong when comparing Mike and Jensen. There's a similar kind of intensity from them, but they're both willing to be silly when it's required. She smiles politely as he walks by her to the crafts table, picking up a spoon and serving himself some salad and lasagna. He turns back to her after a moment and waves the spoon at the table. "Do you need anything?"
She blinks, surprised. "Oh no, thanks. I'm good. Trust me, Mike wouldn't let me leave the hotel if he thought I was even a little bit hungry. And I have a huge bag of snacks over here just in case I do get a case of the munchies."
She smiles up at him as he walks over and sets a bottle of water near her. "Well, just in case you get thirsty," he says, taking the time to eat while talking with her. "These lights can get really hot after awhile, even if they're not directly on you."
"Thank you," she says softly, reaching over and bringing the bottle closer. "Do you have kids?"
"I have a daughter," he says proudly. "About three years old now. Absolutely the best thing I've ever done in my life."
She rests her hand on her stomach. "Yeah, our's is going to be a girl too."
He smiles. "Well, hopefully you won't go into labor here, but if you do, our on-staff doctor is great."
AJ chuckles and shakes her head. "I don't think that'll be a problem, but thanks."
They watch the filming quietly for a few minutes until Jensen finishes eating and puts his plate in a nearby trash can. "Well, I guess I should get back to work. Bye, AJ."
"Bye," she says, reaching over and taking a sip from her water. As soon as he's out of sight, she grimaces and rubs her hand over her stomach. Braxton-Hicks had started a few weeks ago and, although she'd never really told Mike because he's gone so often and she didn't want him to worry, they'd become more regular the further along she gets. Dehydration and needing more rest, she thinks, remembering what Dr. Chi had told her the first time she'd experienced them and called to make sure she wasn't going into early labor or something.
She's still sipping from her water when Mike and Jared come over, the fake blood still staining Mike's forehead. He leans over and kisses her before picking at a couple of plates on the crafts table, Jared staring at her for a moment before walking over to a PA and whispering to him for a few moments. The young man nods and bustles off, Jared returning to them. "So how are you liking it here, guys? Everyone treating you well?"
"Yeah, it's been great," Mike says. "I always forget the little differences between filming a movie and filming TV but everyone's been really good about it." He steps closer to AJ and wraps an arm around her, his hand stretching out over her stomach, the baby kicking against his fingers and making his smile grow.
Jared chuckles. "Yeah, it can be quite the adjustment to make, but you'll get used to it the more you do." He turns as the PA walks up and takes an ottoman from him. "Thanks, Terry." Turning to AJ, he rests it by her feet. "Here you go, AJ. When my wife was pregnant, she always needed her feet up so I was thinking you might be more comfortable that way too."
AJ blushes a little, giggles, and puts her feet up against the fabric. "Thanks, Jared," she says, hiding behind her water bottle. "Boy, between Jensen making sure I'm hydrated and you making sure I'm comfortable, I may never leave."
Mike pouts. "I brought you snacks," he says, eyes brightening when she reaches over and strokes his face, drawing him in for a kiss.
"Yes, you did," she muses against his lips, scratching her fingers through his hair. "Now you better go before we get in trouble with hair and makeup."
"Don't we always get in trouble with hair and makeup?" he mumbles, deepening the kiss with a soft groan.
She swats at his chest lightly and wriggles her toes, kicking her shoes off and humming softly as the taping resumes.
They return home to California on Sunday after spending Saturday sightseeing, visiting some of their favorite places- like the park where they'd hidden out during a rain storm, and the studio where Marine 4 and Santa's Little Helper was filmed, and their favorite restaurants and shops. AJ is settled in bed, staring out of the window at the world beyond their house, when Mike rejoins her and wraps his arms around her, pressing her flush against his chest. "So," he whispers, kissing her neck and down her spine.
"So," she breathes out, eyes fluttering closed as his lips trail lower.
"I don't have to leave until Friday for Superstars," he tells her, his hand finding hers and rubbing circles in her palm. "So I guess you're stuck with me for awhile."
She chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling her face against the pillow and whimpering. "I'm ok with that," she murmurs, sighing as he presses against her, his lips soft against her skin.
After a day of sleeping and eating and looking up more baby items online, they settle on the couch and turn on Raw. AJ half-watches and half-dozes until Paige comes out with Natalya, the both of them relieved to see her back touring with the WWE. Mike smiles as AJ releases a sigh, reaching up to cup his face and pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm glad she looks better," she whispers to him. "Christmas, she had me so worried..."
"She had all of us worried," Mike sighs. "But I think she's going to be ok now. And Ricardo will be home in a matter of weeks, and she'll have Sara Louisa to keep her distracted soon enough, so you know... it'll be ok." He strokes her stomach and smiles as AJ nods, easing down to kiss him on the lips. "I don't think I want to watch anymore," he mumbles, turning the TV off and devouting all of his attention to his wife.