Ricardo is squinting down at his phone, in the middle of planning future events for 3Legacies. Lancaster is very accommodating but sometimes he thinks about branching out, trying other places, touring a little here and there as finances would allow. He thinks it'd be good, for the roster, for himself, for the brand in general. He's just sent one last email when he feels a light tug on his shirt, looking down.
"Papa?" Andre asks, staring up at him with wide, brown eyes.
"Hey, mi hijo," Ricardo says, hoisting him up. "What's up?" he asks, squeezing him lightly. "Everything alright?"
"Mm hmm," he says. "Mama was putting the twins to bed, and I have a question."
"You can always ask me anything you want," Ricardo says, chuffing him under the chin lightly.
"Mama says you, uh, you and her were wrestlers," Andre says. "We watch sometimes, is that what you do?"
"Sometimes," Ricardo says. "But I also help train younger people so they can do similar things without hurting themselves or their opponents. I also produce wrestling shows, which means I make sure time limits are abided by, and that everything is running as smoothly as possible."
"Oh," Andre says. "It sounds like a lot of work."
"It is," Ricardo says. "I enjoy it though. It's a challenge, and I've always enjoyed that. It helps me to prove myself, you know."
"Hm," Andre says noncommittally, dropping his head on Ricardo's shoulder. "I'm happy you're happy, papa. Maybe I can go with and you can show me."
"Yeah," Ricardo murmurs. "I'd love that, mi hijo. Soon, I promise."
Andre smiles, tucking in tighter against his father and drifting off lazily as Ricardo rocks him, thinking about the future. For 3Legacies. For himself. For Andre and the girls. He exhales and glances down at Andre, imagining him as a wrestler, training to begin work for WWE, or AEW, or anywhere else he may chose. "I'll be happy as long as you're happy too," he murmurs to the little boy, smiling as Andre stirs briefly and then drifts right back off, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.