"How did we end up here?" Bayley groused, falling down on to a bench, letting out a long sigh. You sat beside her, adjusting your sunglasses on your face, the Florida sun bright as ever.

"It somehow went from 'what should we do today?' to 'zoo', and honestly, I don't remember the in-between," you admitted. "But, I'm pretty sure you and Finn can be placed with most of the blame."

"I should have checked the weather first," she replied. "It's got to be at least 100 out here."

"With the humidity? Probably," you agreed. "Doesn't seem to be slowing down the boys any." You pointed across the pathway to where Finn and Sami were looking at an enclosure of birds, laughing and animatedly talking with one another.

"Shouldn't Canada and Ireland have a harder time with heat than California and Texas?" Bayley questioned, gesturing from the two men to the two of you.

"You'd think."

"We are not making American proud today," she concluded sadly, which made you giggle. "We could redeem ourselves though."

"How?"

"Petting zoo," Bayley stated, looking over at you and dramatically widening her eyes.

"...how is that at all redeeming our Americanism?"

"I don't know. I just wanna go love on little animals," she shrugged. Rolling your eyes and chuckling, you stood up and offered you hand to her. "YES!" Bayley made her way over to the guys ahead of you, causing you to walk in as she was happily telling them the new plan. They agreed without issue, so you found yourself walking beside Finn in pursue of the petting zoo.

"Good day so far?"

"Not the worst," you teased. "Beats sitting around the apartment."

"Agreed." He paused for a moment. "I haven't seen you around the PC a lot lately."

"That's because I haven't been there," you explained, avoiding the questioning look you could feel him giving you. "Had some family things to take care of."

"Everything OK?"

"It will be," you said, giving him a short reassuring smile.

The truth was, everything wasn't OK. You dad, your only parent, had suddenly become ill. You feared the worst, despite him constantly trying to tell you not to. So when the news came it was cancer, it had definitely changed your world. He'd made it successfully through the first round of chemo, with you by his side.

Despite WWE more than willingly giving you all the time off you wanted, your dad had pushed you to return to work. He had your stepmom, he argued, and he wanted you to return to what you loved doing. It wasn't fair, he believed, for you to spend all day watching over him unnecessarily. While you hadn't agreed, you had given in.

Most of the reason you had ended up out and about today was because Bayley had decided you needed a "day of fun".

It had been working for the most part, your worries not taking up your mind consistently. Except for right now. Because of course Finn had to ask about your well-being. That was just who he was. One of the sweetest, most adorable, wonderful people you'd ever known. A person who cared about those around him.

Someone you would always have a tiny crush on, if you were being honest.

"Hey, you sure you're alright?"

"Yea," you answered, coming back to the present, Finn's worried eyes glancing over you. "Come on, I think a donkey is waiting for me to be his friend."

"Why am I not surprised that is the animal you're going for?"

You just smiled, following after Sami and Bayley into the barnyard-decorated area. It wasn't big by any means, and you were all definitely the oldest people present without children.

While you and Sami argued about what made llamas and alpacas different, Bayley and Finn wandered off to their own areas of the exhibit. After calling the argument a wash, you wandered away, spotting Finn kneeling to feed goats through the fence.

"You having fun over here?" you questioned with amusement, watching as he happily fed his new friends.

"Yes," he confirmed. "Plus, the ladies love a guy who's good with kids." You stared unaffected at him, not directly acknowledging what he had said. "See, baby goats are called k–."

"I know what baby goats are called," you cut him off. "I know you were making a joke."

"Yet, ya didn't laugh," Finn pointed out, looking up to you from the animals with a pout.

"Wasn't that funny," you stated.

"Ouch," he bemoaned, placing his empty hand dramatically to his chest. "You wound me." You just rolled your eyes, trying to not grin stupidly at his humor.

"I could probably handle these kids better than real ones," you mused, leaning on the fence to look down at the four-legged mammals. While you knew Finn was endearingly wonderful with kids, evidenced by all the interactions he had with his nieces and nephews, you weren't as confident with the smaller humans.

"Do you not want to have kids?"

"Someday, I do," you answered. "Downside to being a woman is it'll completely effect my career though. So I guess I want to be accomplished before that time comes."

"What do ya want to accomplish?"

"Everything," you smiled cheekily. He chuckled, standing up from where he had been crouched down. "I don't know actually. It's not like I have some checklist. I guess…I'll just know, if that makes sense. Like, I'll know when I'm OK to walk away to have a family."

Finn was just looking at you, nodding in agreement.

"Doesn't matter now," you stated, pushing off from the fence. "Kinda need a man in my life first. … Come on, I think it's food time."

"...yea," he replied, softly.

As you rejoined Bayley and Sami, who were now having a similar alpacas vs. llamas debate, you looked over your shoulder to see if Finn was following. He wasn't, and was still standing where you'd left him. You quirked an eyebrow in question. He appeared almost frozen in his stare at you, though you couldn't figure out why. He seemed to shake himself out of it, gave you a timid grin, and finally made his way over.

"So, food?"