The immediate let down after putting on a wrestling show is always intense. Ricardo lays in the grass outside of the house and stares up at the stars, breathing shallowly. Trying to relax enough that he can go inside, shower, and hopefully get some sleep. Without disturbing Alicia, Sofia, or the babies. He sighs quietly, closing his eyes and trying just to stay relaxed.
He's not sure how much time has passed when he hears the door open and soft footsteps brush through the grass towards him. He stays very still, very quiet, glancing out of the corner of his eye as Alicia slinks towards him, settling down next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "Hey," he says quietly.
"Hey," she murmurs back, leaning up to kiss him. "You've been out here a long time. The bed got cold without you."
He grimaces, stroking his hand up and down her back. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Had a lot on my mind."
"It's ok," she sighs. "The weather's nice out at least." She peers up. "The stars are gorgeous."
He smiles. "They are," he says, resting a hand on her back as she cuddles up against him and exhales slowly, her body relaxing into his. He presses a kiss into her hair and closes his eyes, soothed by her presence. "Thanks for coming to find me," he whispers.
"Always," she says, nuzzling into him. "I love you."
He smiles. "I love you too."
At some point, he and Alicia doze off under the stars, so at peace that the only thing that eventually wakes them is when the sun rises high enough to glow against their eyelids and stir them. They then glance at each other and giggle, wincing a little.
"I'm too old to sleep like this," Alicia groans, sitting up and rubbing at her lower back.
"Tell me about it," Ricardo hisses out, massaging at his hip. "Do you think Sofia will be ok taking over for awhile. I think I need to just lay down in our soft bed and not move at all for a couple hours."
Alicia laughs at him. "Wouldn't hurt to ask, right?" she asks, slowly getting to her feet and holding a hand out to him.
He nods and grips her hand, allowing himself to be drawn up to his feet. "Right," he chuckles, the two of them walking side by side into the house, stepping gingerly as they go.
Sofia, saint that she is, takes one look at them and shoos them off to a hot shower (grass stains on top of everything else, ay) and a lazy morning in bed.