A/N: I would like to take a moment and explain that this first chapter is kind of highlighting Phil/OC story before it truly begins in the next couple of chapters. Obviously, this is when Punk was still in the WWE and when The Shield was still together.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars or divas that will appear through this story.
Chapter 1
I was sitting backstage with my hands resting under my chin and my feet bouncing up and down on the ground trying to understand what my charming boyfriend was talking about when he said 'don't stress out' and then took off back to the locker room since I was sitting next to Chez and Cassie ring side, placing a kiss on my lips, and then my eight and a half month pregnant stomach.
CM Punk or better known as Phil to me he has been having a feud with Chris Jericho, and things were taking a drastic turn with getting personal between the two. Jericho had made several attempts to bring me into it, but Punk had got severely mad about it, which made things worse.
It was Extreme Rules, and the road to get to this paperview event was practically killing me. I've witnessed Jericho smashing a whiskey bottle over Phil's head, with him ended up getting stitches, and knowing how much he hates alcohol, it had turned him into a bigger asshole than normal. Even though I knew most of it was staged, I knew how much it was effecting him outside of the ring, with it bringing up his childhood and his parents, since we're expecting the birth of our son in just a few weeks.
"You getting an itch sitting ringside?" Chez asked me and I laughed and nodded my head with a grin. "It's been 7 months since I stepped foot in the ring. I think little man is going to be just like his parents." I winced as our baby boy decided to kick me, and hard causing me to hold my stomach.
I had been in the WWE for almost 7 years when I found out that I was pregnant. I had started in the Indies, and worked my ass off to get signed up by Hunter when I was twenty.
"I hate watching this shit again." Cassie whispered seeing the video of their promos over the course of the feud, and I agreed. "I'm kind of starting to dislike Jericho." I stated. I knew that Phil was pissed when Jericho had decided to comment on our son ending up getting a father like Phil had, shit was going to hit the fan.
I turned around to see Colt eating Nachos, and I reached back and grabbed some, since we were surrounded by all our friends who we considered family. "Go get your own preggers." Colt joked and I flipped him off.
I heard Punk's music start to play, and the baby began to kick like crazy, and I reached for Chez's and Cassie's hand to let them feel, and they both grinned and laughed. "Daddy's about to kick some ass." I whispered to my stomach as I watched Punk make his way down the ramp.
"The following is a Chicago Street Fight!" I heard the announcer speak and I began to get nervous, knowing that anything was legal.
"He's gonna be good kid." I heard Colt in the back and nodded my head, as I found my hands rubbing my stomach.
Ever since I had hit four months pregnant, I was an emotional wreck and would cry at almost everything. It was miserable, so as I watched the match begin I had to bite my lip to keep my tears in check, knowing that Phil knew what he was doing.
The entire beginning of the match was brutal, they both were going extremley hard, throwing punches left and right at each other. Phil seemed to have the upper hand for quite a while, until they took it outside of the ring and Chris had tried to walk towards me as I was cheering on Phil, and Phil quickly through him over the barricade away from me. The two had eventually gotten back into the ring, and that's when Phil pulled out a kendo stick from under the ring and threw a wink at me.
"He's making me a nervous wreck." I whispered to Cassie as I avoided watching Phil get hit with the stick, and once Chris had dropped kicked Phil, causing him to fly off the ring, Chris brought the fight to right in front of us, and threw him into the barricade, and landed a solid shot to his face, and Chris came back over to us, and ripped the padding of the barricade off, and went to grab Phil, and postitioned him right in front of me and I immedaiately stood up and slapped him across the face when he sent me a smirk, causing him to lunge towards, and Phil jumped towards him, landing a blow to his back causing him to fall to the ground, and Phil had lost it.
He destroyed the announce tables, and and as soon as Chris had finally gotten the upper hand and hit him with a monitor, I felt a sharp pain in my back. "Fuck!" I hissed out, and both Cassie and Chez looked at me. "I...OW!" I felt another pain, and held a hand on my stomach and one on my back. "I think it's just cramps." I stuttered slightly, trying to pay attention to the match.
"Daddy better hurry up." Colt joked from behind me, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder, to try to relax me.
The moment I watched Phil from the corner rope fly off and onto the announce table, I knew that our son was coming. I felt the sharpest pain in my stomach, followed by a gush of water.
"OH SHIT!" I screeched, and both Cassie and Chez began to panic realizing my water broke. "We gotta get you to the hosptial Aria." Chez spoke sternly and I shook my head. "Not until the match is over." I clenched my teeth, and trying to breathe, praying to god that the match was almost over.
I had to shut my eyes for the end of the match, which felt like a lifetime, I was trying to time the pains, and knew that I had a few minutes, and when I heard everyone around me cheer, I knew that Phil had one once I heard the bells.
I watched as Phil grabbed his belt, and rolled out of the ring and ran towards us, jumping in his guy friends arms celebrating when he finally stood in front of me. "You good?" He questioned, knowing that I was upset. "Uh, so...our son enjoyed your match because my water broke." I told him quietly, not wanting to make a scene. Phil's jaw dropped, "Colt, get her backstage now." Phil ordered, and gestured for his sisters to follow. "I will meet you and have the car ready." Phil added and kissed me passionately. "Thanks, I needed all that sweat." I mumbled to myself as Colt escorted me to the back with Chez and Cassie following.
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"Come on sweetheart, Push." I couldn't believe that Aria was in the process of giving birth to our son. I was completely exhausted from my match, but I was running on a complete high watching the love of my life bring something we created into this world.
"I am!" Aria snapped at me, and I couldn't help but chuckle. She had denied pain medicine and she was handling the entire labor process like a champ, even though I was sure she was going to break my hand from squeezing it. "Come on baby, just a few more and then we'll meet our son." I coached her, knowing that she was getting exhausted. She had been pushing for about twenty minutes.
"Just one more big push Aria, that's all we need." The doctor coaxed from under the blue paper, as I pushed her sweaty hair back, and kept my hand on her hair, as she pushed with all of her might.
"That's it, one more...and one, two, three, PUSH!" The doctor spoke, and Aria followed him, and the instant sounds of the new born baby crying brought tears to both of our eyes.
"It's a boy!" The doctor grinned, and coached me into cutting the umbelical cord. The nurses and doctor cleaned him up and checked to make sure everything was okay, while I was kissing Aria.
"I love you so much, you did so amazing." I whispered to her, as I wiped her tears.
"Here mommy, let's introduce you to your son." The nurse spoke and put the blue buddled baby in Aria's arms, and in that moment I felt my heart swell with joy and happiness.
"Hi there handsome, you had to make a grand entrance like your daddy, huh?" Aria cooed at our son, admiring his little features. I couldn't believe how dark his hair was already, and his fingers were so small. I watched as my long time girlfriend kissed our sons cheeks, and smiled up to me.
"Want to meet your son daddy?" Aria smiled at me and handed the little boy over.
The moment I held him in my arms, I knew in that moment I would protect and love him with every fiber of my being. I would never allow any harm to come to him or Aria, they were my life.
"Hi there, Phillip Jackson Brooks, I'm your daddy, and I'm going to do everything in my power to show you the entire world." I whispered to my son, as I sat on the bed beside Aria. "Thank you so much for giving me our son." I whispered to Aria as she cooed at PJ.
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Phil and Aria, along with their new born son PJ were in their Chicago home after they had gotten out of the hospital a few days later. Aria was completely exhausted and Phil was trying his best to help her out as much as he could.
"You sleep just like your mama." Phil whispered to his son who was laying on his tattooed covered chest in their large bed. PJ had his little hands in fists tucked under his chin with a blanket covering him as Phil held onto him securely.
"I think he sleeps like you, well..when you do sleep." Aria smiled at the loves of her life. "I seriously don't want to leave you guys." Phil frowned, he was able to take off for two weeks, but was needed back on the road. "I'm about to tell Vince to shove it." Phil added, and Aria knew that he would too. "Baby, it's fine. We aren't going to be doing anything besides sleeping and eating, isn't that right PJ." Aria moved to lay her head on Phil's chest, next to the now awake baby.
"You just gave birth to our son and I don't want to leave you guys alone while I'm hudred of miles away from you." Phil wrapped an arm around her, and held her close.
"Phillip, nothing is going to happen. Plus, Colt is here almost everyday, so he'll hang out and let me sleep once in a while. I also have Chez and Cass if I need any help." Aria knew that Phil was going to be struggling being away from them, and she couldn't deny that she wasn't exactly thrilled for him to leave either, but knew that he had a job to do.
"When do you leave again?" Aria asked after a few moments of silence, as they were enjoying being with their son. Phil frowned and glanced at the clock, "In an hour. Frank is meeting me here with the bus. I don't see why you guys can't just come with me." Phil pouted with a sigh.
"Because our son is two weeks old and he doesn't need to be in a tour bus just yet." Aria smiled to her boyfriend.
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"I'll call you as much as I can, and I want pictures, and videos." I was standing at the front door of the Chicago home I shared with Aria and now PJ, as she held our newborn son in her arms. "If anything, and I mean anything happens, you call me and I'm on the first flight out." I found tears in my eyes, hating the fact that I had to leave, but there was absolutely no way I could get out of not going to work.
"We'll be fine." Aria's voice was soft, and I knew that she was just trying to hold it together for my sake, so it wouldn't be harder on me, but I could tell by her hazel eyes, she wasn't wanting me to leave. "Fuck, Aria.." I sighed, and dropped my bags and wrapped my arms around her and our son. "I'm so sorry.." I whispered to her and heard her sniffle lightly. "It's fine. I understand, just go before you're late." She whimpered and I felt my heart breaking. I placed a long passionate kiss on her plump lips, and let out a small sigh and looked down to PJ, and felt all emotional.
"Daddy will be back soon little man." I whispered to the sleeping boy, and kissed his head lightly, and walked out the door, hoping like hell I could raise so much hell on the road that I'd be able to have some time off to spend with my family.
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I absolutely hated the fact that Vince had put Phil into a position to where he couldn't get a few more weeks off of work all because he was Champion. On one hand I understood because it was business, on the other hand I just pushed a kid out of my vagina and would like for my family to be together for a few weeks before Phil had to get back out on the road. I know first hand better than anyone what life was like being a WWE employee, but at the same time, now I realize the struggle of every other parent on the roster, who has family at home.
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"What in the world is your daddy doing?" Aria questioned to their son as she was watching the paperview event to the Royal Rumble as she was feeding him a bottle to get him to go back to sleep. He had a title match against The Rock, and when 'The Shield' had came out apparently, The Rock ended up through an announce table, and Punk was laughing in the ring until Vince had come out and almost stripped him of the title, until Rock wanted to finish the match.
"Your daddy is bananas and so is Uncle Pauly." Aria whispered as she finished feeding PJ and put him on her shoulder to burp him.
Aria watched as her boyfriend had lost the title to the Rock, and knew that he was going to be furious.
PJ was going on almost a year old and even though it seemed just yesterday that she had given birth to him, he was a happy and healthy baby, and Aria couldn't of been happier.
She had lost all of her baby weight and was actually in better shape than before she had the dark haired boy. Aria had gotten use to it just being her and PJ, but decided to go on the road with Phil and their child for a couple of weeks because Phil was having a hard time being away from them.
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"When do I get to see my God son and best friend?!" Nikki whined as she and John Cena were walking next to me as we were heading to our tour buses. "I'm going to go pick her up from the airport in the morning." I explained.
It had been a grueling several months being away from Aria and PJ most of the time, with only having a couple of days off wasn't enough for me to spend time with them, so I had finally convinced Aria to come on the road with our handsome baby boy, and knew that things would get back to normal shortly.
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I found myself walking around backstage of the arena in search for Nikki and Brie, it had been a few months since I had seen either of them when they had flown out to Chicago on one of their days off to visit me and PJ. It'd been almost a year since I've been around the locker rooms, so I decided to wear a pair of boyfriend jeans with the ankles rolled up slightly, with beige pump heels, and a tight white v-neck t-shirt, since I was in complete 'mom mode' but I had to admit I looked damn good. I had my make-up done before I arrived, and my hair was perfectly blown out.
I was thankful that Phil and Paul had taken PJ into the locker room to give me some time with the girls, and I decided that since I couldn't find Nikki that I would text her, so I pulled out my Iphone and scrolled through the contacts to find her name when I felt like I ran into a brick wall.
"Oh shit, sorry." I heard a deep voice, and I looked up into the clearest grey eyes, I'd ever seen.
"No, no. It was my fault." I quickly apologized and the man smiled down at me.
"Roman Reigns." He held his hand out for me to shake which I reluctantly did.
"Aria Callahan." I smiled politely and shook his hand.
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I was walking down the arena hall in search of Aria, because she had PJ's favorite toy shoved in her purse and not the diaper backpack that she had given me, and he was crying up a storm while I was trying to get him to take a nap, so Paul had offered to watch him for a minute while I tracked her down.
When I rounded the corner, what I saw absolutely infuriated me. I saw Aria standing by both Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, who were smiling and laughing up a storm.
I furrowed my eyebrows and rushed to them, not liking the two men being near her one bit.
"What the fuck is going on here..?"
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A/N: Thank you for reading is it a keeper or no? Let me know what you think.