Mike lays face down in bed, breathing shallowly against the sheets. It hadn't been an easy week- despite being the talk of everyone who'd watched the NBA celebrity game, especially with his shot that ultimately had been past the clock and didn't count, he feels... adrift. Between losing to Boogs last week, and this week being curbstomped into the mat repeatedly until the referee had finally called for the bell to give the win to Seth Rollins, Mike is just sore and annoyed.
He lays very still, very conscious of the fact that Sara is crawling around on his back, giggling and playing harmlessly, despite how rough some of her poking feels. "Daddy," she says into his ear.
"Hmph?" he grumbles.
"Wanna play tag with me and Georgie later?"
He exhales shakily into the pillows, about to answer, when AJ sweeps into the room, depositing George next to his sister and hoisting Sara up off of Mike. "Daddy's feeling a little sore today, Sara. Don't crawl all over him right now, please."
"Ok, Mommy," she sighs. "Sorry, Daddy."
Mike reaches out blindly and pats her leg before going back to silently bemoaning his existence into his pillow.
AJ murmurs something to the kids, before resting her hands on Mike's back. "Wanna massage?" she asks him quietly and he huffs, some of the tension easing as she presses her thumbs into his muscles.
They fall into this fugue state, just her hands on his back and neck, gliding carefully along, easing the stiff ache from his flesh, the faint sound of their kids murmuring and laughing barely breaking through the fog overwhelming him as she continues to work him over.
He's not sure how much time has passed before she eases back, his exhale gentle as he blinks back into awareness, feeling how melted he feels against their mattress. "Thanks," he murmurs.
She presses a kiss to the back of his head before pulling away fully. "Do you want to take a nap?" she wonders. "The kids and I'll be outside if you need anything."
"Ok," he mumbles, feeling a rush of gratefulness towards her. "Love you."
"Love you too," AJ murmurs, pressing another quick kiss to the back of his neck before taking her leave, the kids following her out.
Mike exhales, marveling in the relative peace and quiet, before closing his eyes and allowing himself to ease into sorely needed rest.