A/N: This is the sequel to Playing the Game. I own nothing besides my OC's. Thanks to those that read Playing the Game and taken the time to read this story. Please read & review to let me know if you want more of the story or not. Thanks!

"I can't keep on going on down to the ring with you. Not in my condition." I said to Punk as we laid in bed. We'd just gotten back from Adam and Maxi's party.

"I know, but you told Paul. I'm sure he knows that you can't do it."

"Yeah, but I can't just disappear. People will wonder," I said.

"Look, lets get you into the doctor, figure out how far along you are and all that. Then we'll at least know how much time we got. If you go down, just to do promos, then you'll be safe."

"Well we're going home after Raw; aren't we?" I was pretty sure Punk had planned on going home to Chicago for a couple of days. Then we'd have to head back out for house shows.

"Yeah, I planned on going to Chicago."

"Well, I'll make some calls and find an OB there."

Wrestlemania flew by. Punk and I were so busy during the week, I barely had time to enjoy my first Wrestlemania. I even got to go to Access with Punk and do signings for the fans. I was surprised by how many fans wanted to meet me.

I was especially upset to watch Adam wrestle his last match. Maxi was out in the crowd, wanting to see another match before she came backstage.

"Adam," I said as he came in my direction backstage. He'd just finished his last match.

"Oh, hey Ally."

I didn't say anything, I just hugged him.

Before I knew it Punk was being summoned to Gorilla.

"You ready?" Punk asked as we waited for his cue. He was definitely ready, I could tell from looking at him. His head was in the ring already.

"Definitely. Come on, Champ." I encouraged just before his cue hit. I waited for him to make his entrance, trailing a few feet behind him.

Punk gave me a quick peck on the cheek and whispered into my ear to keep a safe distance away from the action.

I played my part to perfection. Working to get the crowd cheering with me to encourage Punk when he was down. At one point Jericho thought it necessary to lean down over the ropes to yell at me. I kept far enough away so he couldn't reach out and grab me, yelling right back at him. Jericho turned back around and walked straight into a GTS.

I climbed into the ring after Punk was announced the winner. Clapping happily as he posed on the turnbuckles. He hoped down and hugged me before exiting the ring.

"You were great out there." I said as we ate our celebratory meal. Punk had ordered a large, extravagant meal for us. Letting his diet go for the occasion.

"Just doing my job," Punk replied with his signature smirk.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" I asked, the question just coming to me.

"Hadn't really thought about it." Punk replied, obviously a little thrown by the change of subject.

"I think I'd like a boy. Just like his daddy, a lil' Punk." I said grinning at the thought.

"Yeah because the world needs more of guys like me," Punk said chuckling.

"It'd be cool if our son went into wrestling when he's old enough."

"He probably wouldn't even want to. You really gotta want it to go through with it."