Mike grunts, feeling sore. "This sucks," he mumbles, holding his head low as he tries to roll out the tension in his shoulders. "Stupid Seth, stupid Boogs. It wasn't fair, starting that match when I was still loopy from the curbstomp."
AJ steps up to him, settling in against his side. "I'm sorry," she says honestly, stroking his temple with gentle fingers. "They should've waited for you to be ready."
He sighs, leaning into her touch. "I'm glad to be home though," he huffs, eyes fluttering closed.
"I'm glad you're home too," she says, kissing him. "I have an idea." She shifts behind him and rests her hands on his shoulders, kneading his muscles. "How's this feel?"
He exhales slowly, nodding. "Good," he says. "Really good."
"I'm glad," she murmurs, kissing his neck. "I ordered food."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't feel like going out tonight. So I ordered some pasta and chicken and we're going to have strawberry cheesecake for dessert, and it's going to be a nice night, alright?"
"I'm sorry I wasn't more on the ball, Valentine's Day should be better than this for you," he sighs, feeling ashamed.
"Oh please," she says with a laugh. "You've given me plenty of great Valentine's Days. It's my turn to pay you back a little bit."
He sits up a little straighter and leans back against her, relaxing into her warmth. "I guess I can live with that, for this year," he mumbles, smiling as she tangles her fingers in his, squeezing gently. "Love you, sweetheart."
"Love you too, husband," she murmurs, kissing him.