Mike stares at the news, one arm curled around AJ, the other around Sara. George is sleeping peacefully on the floor at their feet, tuckered out after playing for a few hours. Mike starts to say something, then falters, looking down at Sara. "Um. What do you want to do tomorrow, Sara?" he asks quietly.
"The beach?" she asks, eyes wide and hopeful as she peers up at her father.
Mike grimaces, glancing at AJ. "Uh, I don't know, baby, that's probably not going to work out," he says. "I'm sorry."
She groans, pulling away from him. "Daddy, we haven't played outside in days," she whines. "Why not? I'm bored."
"I know," he says. "It's just not really... good to spend a lot of time outside right now."
She huffs, pressing her face into his side. "I don't like this," she mumbles.
He plays with her hair, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I know, baby. I know. We'll think of something, alright? Maybe when Summerslam week comes around, your mom, brother and you can come with to Ohio. How's that sound?"
Her eyes brighten. "Really?"
"Yeah. You wanna see Grandma and Grandpa?"
"I do!" She lunges off of the couch, all but leaping on top of George. "George, wake up, we're going to Ohio!"
As he wakes up with a fussy grumble, which quickly shifts to happy squealing between the siblings, AJ rolls her eyes fondly at her husband. "You spoil them," she teases.
He shrugs. "I guess I do," he concedes with a smirk before slipping off of the couch and hoisting George up, spinning him around, plopping him down and grabbing Sara to give her the same treatment as she giggles and clings to his arms, looking the happiest he's seen her in days.