"Can you believe," Mike says dozily. "That it's almost Christmas already? Next week, and there it'll be." He waves his hand around, staring at the tree they're still putting random decorations on here and there.
"Our kids are going to be so hyper," AJ laughs, leaning her head against his shoulder and taking it all in quietly. "We need to be on top of everything or they're going to run us ragged."
"Yeah," Mike sighs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"If we dress you up as an elf, though," AJ says teasingly, letting her thought drift off.
"Hey, we agreed not to talk about that," Mike says, lightly pinching her side.
"I agreed not to talk about it in front of the kids," AJ refuses this. "But they are in bed and it's just you and I, so here we are. Santa's Little Helper." She kisses his nose. "I knew you liked those movies more than you could admit."
"I hated them," he says, crinkling his nose at her.
She giggles. "You really didn't. You're right there by my side every time it comes time to decorate."
"Of course I am," Mike says, rolling his eyes. "You're too short to reach anything."
AJ gasps. "How dare you," she says, swatting him. "I'm perfectly capable of getting a ladder to do whatever I can't reach directly."
"I know you are," he says fondly. "So my main thought is what will you do if Sara is taller than you?"
AJ stares up at him, agog. "Mike, I swear..."
He laughs and distracts her with a kiss, curling his hand around the back of her jaw to hold her in place, her arguments muffled against his lips. "Don't worry, I"ll love you both even if it feels like the new generation of Rey and Dominik Mysterio."
"Oh my God," AJ gasps, gripping at him as she straddles him. "Shut up," she laughs. "I hate you so much."
"Nah," Mike says, enjoying her weight on him, staring up into her flashing brown eyes. "You love me."
She huffs and digs her knees into his hips. "I guess I do," she says hesitantly. "Luckily for you."
"Very lucky," he says, rubbing circles against her sides. "Trust me, I know."
"You'd better," she says with a smirk, leaning in to kiss him. "Now come on, let's get back to brainstorming how to make next weekend amazing for our kids."
"Yes ma'am," Mike says, relieved when she rests her head back down on his shoulder and starts to mull over what she wants the next weekend to look like. Within a few minutes, her words began to slur together, then drift away entirely.
When Mike next looks at her, she's fast asleep, and he smiles, running his fingers through her hair. "Good night, sweetheart," he murmurs.