"Well, don't you look fancy," AJ says, brushing her fingers down his suit jacket.
"Gotta look my Wrestlemania best," Mike says with a smile, preening under her attention. "What do you guys think?"
George blinks up at him a moment before turning his attention back to his toy cars. Sara Louise, however, gingerly pinches the fabric of his pants between her fingers and peers up at him. "It feels really soft," she says.
"It's silk," he tells her, picking her up and holding her close. "You guys going to enjoy hanging out in the skybox?"
"I don't like heights," she says, pressing her face against his shoulder.
"You don't need to look down," he tells her. "There'll be food, and toys, and massive screens where you can watch Daddy do his thing. Sound fun?"
She nods, toying with the folds in his jacket. "I think so," she says, resting her head on his shoulder.
Mike smiles over at AJ. "Should pack a blanket just in case, these two will probably sleep through some of it, since the shows are so long."
"Already packed," AJ tells him. "And snacks, and ... pretty much everything else I could think of. We're probably going to need help carrying everything."
He chuckles. "No problem, make the techs earn their keep. Once they see these two, it'll all be worth it for them anyway."
"Yeah, our kids are pretty cute." AJ grins, pinching George's cheek lightly until he squirms and fusses.
"Mama," he whines.
"Sorry, baby," she chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She examines Mike while rubbing George's back. "You looking forward to this weekend?"
"Yeah," he says. "Wish I had a match myself, but you know. I'll definitely be highly visible through the show. That's always a good thing."
She pats his jaw and leans in to lightly kiss him. "Anything that means you are less likely to get hurt again is always a good thing for me."
He thinks back to that ridiculous match against the zombies and chuckles weakly. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I can't complain when you mention it."
She nods and leans against him. "So we still need to see the suit you're going to wear for the second night."
"True," he says, lightly putting Sara down. "I'll be right back."
She nods and watches him go, a fond smile on her face.
Mike exhales and enters the closet, trailing his fingers over the various fabrics of his suits and other dress clothes. Despite seeing the common sense of why hosting is better than actually wrestling, he still kind of misses it. But it's better than not getting used at all, so he twitches his lips up into as sincere a smile as he can muster and goes to show off his second suit choice for the weekend.