"I'm kinda glad you've gotten the weekend off," Morrison says, laying on his stomach and peering over at Mike from where his head is resting on his arms. "Truth might've ended up in the San Andreas fault or something, and you'd have had to go save him."
Mike groans and chuckles. "Yeah, probably," he sighs. "I'm glad to have a few days off too." He examines John. "No matches on Collision or anything?"
"Nah, unless something unexpected comes up. I can get to Vegas quickly enough," he says. "Just as well, if I end up seeing Taz's kid again, I swear."
Mike chuckles. "How was he?"
John wrinkles his nose. "Not TV ready." He buries his face back in his arms and sighs. "His suplexes were annoyingly affective though."
"And his submissions," Mike pokes, smirking as John swats over at him, frustrated.
"You should go wrestle him, think you can do any better," John mumbles.
Mike laughs. "Uh, no, I'll pass for now. You said it yourself, I'm too busy keeping Truth safe."
Morrison scoffs and sits up, pushing Mike off of his lounge chair. "Yeah right," he says, laughing as Mike works his way back upright, glaring at him. "Sorry."
"You don't sound it," he huffs, before snagging John by the ankles and faceplanting him into the sand.
John sputters and flails, sending sand every which way.
"What did you do to my husband?" Taya's voice cuts through the evening air abruptly, startling Mike as she marches over and starts to help John right himself.
"He pushed me first," Mike huffs as AJ walks up to him, kissing him quickly.
"Causing trouble again, husband?"
"No, I was being good, John wasn't," he says, pouting.
Taya rolls her eyes at him, brushing sand off of John's shoulders and chest. "Of course you'd blame my poor, bullied husband. Look at him, he gets taken out by some punk 25 year old, and now his best friend is faceplanting him in sand. Rude."
Mike keeps a straight face for maybe five seconds before cracking up laughing, AJ joining in after a minute.
"You are horrible people," Taya chides them, before her own humor breaks through and she laughs as well.
John throws his arms up. "No one has sympathy for me, huh."
"All the sympathy in the world for you, baby," Taya refutes him, kissing him. "I'm sorry."
He huffs, but hugs her as he kisses her back. "You're lucky I love you."
Mike muffles his chuckles in AJ's hair, hugging her close. He's thankful to have most of Memorial Day weekend off to spend with his favorite people, on the beach, teaching George more swimming tricks and collecting seashells with Sara until bedtime, when he and the other adults can goof off and mess around in the sand like children themselves.
"I'm a lucky man," he mumbles to her, all of this fresh in his mind, and AJ beams up at him.