Ricardo frowns as Alicia accompanies him to wrestling training the next day. "Are you sure you're ok?" he asks, leaning against the wall and staring at her arm. She's wrapped it up, carrying it around in a sling, and she shrugs, leaning in to kiss him.

"I'm fine, I promise. It's a little achey, but I'm happy to be with you." Since their breakthrough earlier in the month, she and Maryse had made steady progress on the wedding plans, which is creeping ever closer. They have vastly different ideas but had gotten better at compromising since they began, but Maryse is busy with Mike currently, doing media for Miz and Mrs., so they had to take a break from plans for a few days. Which is just as well, they spend too much time together and they get close to throwing everything away and glaring each other into submission, so Alicia is ok with this time to think and relax.

"Just as long as you're in one piece for our wedding," he tells her with a small, worried smile. "I just got better from my back, after all. Though I'm sure if anyone could make an arm brace match with their wedding dress, it'd be you." He kisses her shoulder lightly and she laughs, stroking his face.

"I could, but I won't have to. Don't worry. Now go have a kickass session and I will be right here when you're done." She cups his face and kisses him lazily before sitting back and watching him go into the ring to set up for the next few hours, thumbing at her phone's screen with a focused look on her face while he collects the students and gets to work.

She messages back and forth with Alexa about their Monday plans, Alexa hiding her frazzled tension not so well because she has a match six days before Summerslam, and she needs Alicia in her corner just in case. She rotates her shoulder lightly, and then replies I'll be there, no worries. She takes a quick selfie and uploads it to Instagram, pouting her lips at the somewhat poor lighting, just to realize people like it because it makes her look mysterious and alluring.

She smiles and puts her phone down, meeting Ricardo's eye as he turns to look at her, winking at him as she blows him a kiss. He grins at her and then turns, explaining the sequence he wants the men before him to attempt, stepping aside as they meet in the middle of the ring, shouting out suggestions and wading in to adjust their stances before letting them continue on a time or two.

When he finishes, he sits down next to her and kisses her forehead, stroking her knuckles. "So you're not entirely bored, having to sit here and watch me, are you?" he asks, smiling at her.

"No, I like watching you," she says, patting his cheek and leaning in to kiss him. "I talked with Alexa, she needs me in her corner for Raw."

He sighs. "Will Mickie James ever come back so it doesn't all fall on you?" he wonders, resting his hand on her bad arm. She smiles sadly at him and shrugs. Ricardo shrugs lightly, leaning into her soft touch. "Well, I guess I'll just have to hope for the best. Maybe look for a specially decorated arm brace, just in case."

She laughs softly at him, kissing him again. "It'll be fine. I'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

As much as he'd like to, it's not that easy, especially when he knows how dangerous Ronda Rousey can be.

Even so, Alicia guesses right. She does take a little more damage after being thrown around the ring by Ronda but in the end, it's her and Alexa still standing after a DQ loss, neither looking exactly happy but in one piece as they stumble up the ramp, Ronda and Ember Moon staring them down from the ring. It's not perfect, but Ricardo does breathe a little easier when he talks to Alicia that night and she sounds more frustrated than in actual pain. "We're going to be fine," she promises him. "My arm will be fine, and our weddings will go off without a hitch."

"Yeah, of course they will," Ricardo says with a small smile, wishing he could touch her instead of just hear her through his cell phone. "I love you, Alicia."

"I love you too," she responds. "I can't wait to be married to you."

Warmth suffuses him. "I can't wait either," he says softly, sitting down and envisioning that day with a hopeful look in his eye.