It had been a year since AJ and Punk had moved into their new home, an extremely quick and triumphant year. Their children who were once small boys, were now of the ages of 3 and 4, of course still small, but so grown up to AJ and Punk.
AJ had began her own business to where she worked at home, seeing patients under the age of twenty, being a psychiatrist for the young. She'd finally got her degree and was now able to use it as her occupation. She had her own income and she got to work at home, where her kids could be kept close by to. Punk was still working in the garage happily.
She finally seen her life as it was, she seen her past crazy days only as hurdles. Hurdles that she had to jump to get to the other side, this other side, this beautiful side where she had an amazing husband, two adorable sons and a successful business. She was extremely proud of her and Punk for becoming who they were. It was scary to think that over four years ago they were out of their mind and locked up in an institution for mentally insane people.
AJ thought about it from time to time, but she wondered what she would have been doing if Punk was still in prison. It would have been three years just a few weeks ago that he would have been in for, she didn't know if she would still be standing without him.
"Is this an ongoing feeling you have? Or does it come and go?" AJ asked, sitting across from a patient she was seeing, a nineteen year old girl from Ohio, who reminded AJ very much of herself when she was younger.
"It comes and goes." The girl looked across at AJ, her hands buried into her sleeves as she shied away nervously.
"When these… feelings are there, do you do anything to get them away?" AJ asked.
She was finally happy to say that all her years of essays and projects for college had finally paid off. She loved her job, she loved helping people, sharing her story, listening to others, and she got to work at home in her own comfort where her patients could feel comfortable, apart from when Tate or Thomas burst through the door asking for a biscuit.
"I picture myself in a happy place." The girl said, "But I'm just, constantly reminded that I'm not in a happy place and sometimes I can't even force my brain to think of something good… I just want all the thoughts to stop." The girl said with frustration.
"Ok." AJ nodded, "Sometimes it's good to, surround yourself with people you love." AJ sat forward on the sofa, "From what I'm hearing you don't spend a lot of time with your family because you're always in your room. I can't say I was never like that, but sometimes it helps to be around people you know and trust. Do you have friends?" AJ asked the girl.
"No." The girl shook her head with embarrassment.
"And that's ok." AJ nodded with reassurance, "I'm going to…"
"Mom…" Tate burst through the door, walking swiftly towards his mother.
"Tate, what are you doing in here? Where is your father?" AJ asked Tate, looking up at the young girl, "I'm sorry, I'll just be a moment." AJ sighed, taking hold of Tate's hand and marching him out of the room, shutting the door behind her and crouching down.
"You know you aren't allowed in there when Mommy is working." AJ said as Tate nodded.
"But Thomas isn't letting me on the swing." Tate folded his arms as AJ's attention was brought to Punk walking down the staircase.
"Phil, can you keep an eye on him. He just barged in. I'm trying to work." She looked at her husband.
"I went to the toilet for 2 point 1 seconds." Punk rolled his eyes at his obedient son, his day off being spent in the back garden playing with his sons to keep them from going into the house.
"Dad…" Tate huffed his way over to his father, "Thomas won't get off the swing." Tate moaned like the mischievous, loud four year old he was.
"Ok, ok." Punk nodded, lifting Tate up into his arms, walking by AJ who scowled at him for not keeping closer eye on them, walking away into the kitchen and out the back door.
"You gotta stop going in there, little man." Punk put Tate down on the ground, "Mommy is in a mood with me now." He said, watching Tate run over to Thomas who was on the swing.
He knew AJ just wanted things to be perfect when she done her job, and he understood that. She was really dedicated to it and it was only three times every week to which he was asked to watch the boys, the rest being spent working himself.
He'd enjoyed this past year in their new home very much. The boys loved it and had gotten used to it rather quickly, almost forgetting about the little shack of an apartment they used to live in. Punks plan one day was to return to Chicago, but not right now.
"I'm sorry about that." AJ apologised to the girl for her son's interruption.
"It's fine. Your sons are adorable." She smiled, having seen a few pictures around the living room of the two little boys who both looked exactly like their father.
"Adorable, but a handful." AJ said, finishing writing a prescription she started to write before Tate came into scene, "I'm going to give you these meds, they'll help with your sleeping problems. Any side effects come straight back and talk to me. For your thoughts and feelings problem, just surround yourself with positivity, next time I see you we can talk about ways to overcome, talk about why you're feeling what you're feeling. But I'm afraid that is us for the day." AJ said, handing over the prescription to the young lady, shaking her hand and seeing her out.
She had at least five patients to see every day besides Saturday and Sunday. It was mentally challenging for her, but she had the degree to do it, she was good at what she done and it helped that she was once sitting on the other side of the couch like this young girl for example. She could relate to a lot and that seemed to help her patients. They heard her story and seen how she had turned out and thought that things could get better. She was a classic example of that.
Thankfully the young girl was her last patient of the day, and it was now time to focus on the other part of her life, being a mom.
"Guys…" AJ walked out into the back garden, wrapping her cardigan around her body, smiling as she seen Punk pushing Tate on the swing, Thomas standing beside patiently waiting for his turn as they had seemed to work out things with each other.
They were typical brothers. They fought and argued with one another, but they always wound up working things out with each other.
"What do you want for dinner?" AJ asked, approaching her family with a smile.
"Pizza." Thomas jumped up and down with desiring eyes.
"You had pizza last night." AJ shook her head. She swore, the only thing she ever cooked for dinner for them was pizza and chicken nuggets, yet they were so small and thin.
"I'll take them out to get pizza later. You can have the house to yourself." Punk smiled to her. He admired what she done, she wasn't just mentally challenged during the weekdays, but every day she was physically and mentally challenged by looking after her sons.
"Thank you." AJ smiled to him, walking around the poles attached to the swing, leaning up and kissing him sweetly on the lips. There wasn't a day that went by where she didn't thank herself lucky for the life she had been blessed with now.
Later on…
Punk had indeed taken the boys out to go collect dinner for the night, letting AJ have a little half an hour to herself in their house, to where she just sat in the living room shutting her eyes. Not sleeping, but resting them and enjoying the silence like never before.
Her house looked like a little boy bomb had gone off, she stood on car trucks and lego blocks daily, not to mention the TV channel was constantly on cartoons most likely watched by all little boys around the world. She knew Punk loved it, he got to be a kid again and he was all for teaching his boys how to play football and how to ride their first bike, things that she necessary didn't take to do with. She felt like she needed her own mini me.
After spending half an hour in all her glory, the boys were back and loud as ever, never being crazier as to when there was pizza for dinner.
"You look tired." Punk frowned as he sat down next to his wife on the couch, their children sitting crossed legged on the carpet right in front of the TV with their pizza and juice boxes, so much happiness in their little faces.
"I am tired." AJ turned and looked at Punk with a tired smile, "Why are you getting better looking and I'm not?" She looked up at him, feeling like she was aging and he was just staying the same if not getting more handsome by the minute.
"Are you kidding?" Punk looked down at her, "You're the same woman I met six years ago." Punk smiled. She'd always be beautiful to him. She was just being paranoid.
"I miss when they were small." AJ frowned as she looked at her sons, leaning her head against her husband's shoulder.
"They still are small." Punk chuckled, playing with her soft brown hair.
"No, I mean… when they were babies. They had tiny little fingers and toes, and the little outfits. Oh, the outfits." AJ gushed as she remembered, "They can't grow up on me." She frowned.
"They haven't even started school yet. C'mon." Punk said, not believing she was really getting upset over something so stupid. She knew she just loved them so much and wanted to protect them the best she could.
AJ sighed, "I want another baby." She looked up at him.
Punk chuckled but then realised she was being deadly serious, "You are joking right?" Punk said as his laugh faded.
"No. I always wanted three kids. I really want a girl." She wrapped her hands around his neck, knowing he was the only one that could help her in her wanting situation.
"We said we would wait until the boys were at least seven and eight." Punk said, strictly remembering that conversation and feeling put at ease.
"I know. But… don't you miss holding them, their little tiny bodies." She said, "Please." She frowned, pressing her forehead against his as he chuckled.
"And what if it isn't a girl? Three sons and me… I'm scared you'll run out." Punk said as she laughed against his shoulder.
"I'll love him just as much." AJ promised.
"I don't get it… you seem so tired, why would you want another baby?" Punk asked her with confusion. He had no problem in having another baby, he always wanted a full loving family with AJ, but he was afraid it would get too much for AJ, the boys were extremely hard to handle as it was.
"I'm a happy tired. I'm tired from doing all the things I love to do." She smiled to him, "Being a mom being at the top of the list." She said.
"And what about being a wife?" Punk raised his eyebrows.
"Well, they come in a package." AJ said as he nodded, smiling to him with a hopeful smile.
It was something she had been thinking about for the past while. She was happy with her life of course, she'd never been happier, she loved her sons and every minute she spent taking care of them and loving them was a moment treasured, but she felt like she could handle another baby, she wanted to handle another baby.
"So… what do you say?" AJ looked up at him, her arms wrapped around his neck as he just smiled whilst looking at the TV, his sons oblivious to their conversation, "You remember how horny I get when I'm pregnant." AJ whispered in his ear as he laughed.
"Are you blackmailing me?" He said as she looked at him with an innocent smile, "If it's what you really want, then I have no problem with it." He smiled as she smiled too, pressing her lips against his with happiness. Not knowing what was wrong with him to agree to an even noisier house. Secretly he loved it.
Little did they know, that every night for the past year, they had been watched with every footstep they made, their children were being watched whilst in the garden, whenever they left their home they were followed without notice. It was now time for a schemed plan to take action.
And there's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy this as much as the first story. Let the craziness begin.
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