"I don't think I can do this." Punk said, his palms sweating like mad as he sat in the car outside his house with Colt.

"Yes you can. It's April… you know her." Colt said, "I'll let you go in and speak to her whilst I go get the kids." Colt said.

"Where are they?" Punk asked.

"School. Kindergarten." Colt said, looking to Punk like he was insane, then immediately disposing the look reminding himself that Punk was still expecting to walk into the house and see Scarlett still two years of age and Kaia not even being able to speak yet.

"Right… yeah, of course." Punk said, stepping out of the car and looking up at the house, the closer he got to April, the more real everything seemed, he didn't know what it was going to be like when he saw her for the first time, would it be awkward? Would it be strange? Would she be scared of him? He was terrified of what she might think of him, but he couldn't hide from her any longer.

"Good luck." Colt nodded. The full car journey home with Punk was just filled with Punk asking questions, questions about WWE, the bands he listened to, what movies had come out that he had missed, all questions that felt so strange for Colt to answer.

"Thanks." Punk nodded, shutting the car door and stepping up onto the pavement, watching Colt drive away.

He just took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together, the combination of excitement and terrified wasn't good, his stomach was in knots, the fact that she was just a few metres away from him now, so close yet in his brain so far still.

He just shook his terrifying thoughts out his head and walked to the door, using the key that the prison had took off him and gave him back today to get in, slowly walking in and closing the door behind him quietly.

The smell of his house had certainly changed since the last time. The last time all he could smell was the smell of babies, talcum powder, just the natural scent of babies, but now all he could smell was coffee, burning candles and a hint of dog, which his eyes soon caught on to the huge black Rottweiler sleeping in the kitchen in a bed.

"Jesus Christ April." Punk muttered at the huge dog, but he smiled. If she got a dog that meant she didn't have another man, she clearly got the dog for protection.

He walked further into the house, trying his best not to wake the dog, the last thing he wanted was to have his arm tore off. He heard quick movement upstairs and then suddenly footsteps creaking down the stairs.

His heart was beating rapidly, in a matter of seconds, he wouldn't need to keep staring at pictures to be reminded of her beauty, she would be right in front of him.

He stayed on the one spot, fidgeting around with his hands, letting them drop when he saw her walking downstairs, her face wasn't up to look at him yet, probably trying to concentrate on the stairs more than anything, but when she reached the bottom, she didn't wait about, she looked right his way.

Punk saw her lip quiver and her arms collapse at either side of her body.

He decided he would move towards her, he didn't think she could process her brain to walk right.

Walking towards her, getting closer and closer to her, it almost felt surreal, to see her again after all these years, to be back in his house with her, he had missed her so much and his punishment of being held away from her was finally over. Because that's what he saw prison as, not a place to spend for killing his brother, but a place where he was parted from his wife, his best friend, his soul mate.

As soon as he got towards her and was looking down at her, he watched a tear roll down her eye.

April just looked up at him. She felt so light headed just by looking at him, feeling him right in front of her, she'd waited five years for this moment and nothing felt any better than seeing his face again, she hadn't even though once about how the last time he was in this house, he had killed Mike. She didn't have any time to share one thought about that, all in her mind was just him, being here with her.

She felt him reach out and wipe the tear away from her face with the outside of his finger, she shuddered at his sudden touch and felt him cup both her cheeks.

He watched as she closed her eyes, his hands cupping her soft cheeks, finally reaching out for her touch, not being able to hold back any longer.

April re opened her eyes and he was still there, looking at her, so close, cupping her cheeks softly, she wasn't just dreaming. She immediately just wrapped her arms around his body, silently moaning as she done so, feeling him even closer now.

Punk just shut his eyes and hugged her back just as tight, leaning his head down and burying it into his neck. April moved her arms from around his body and up around his neck, almost strangling him but not being able to help it, she felt like if she let go, he would be gone again.

"I've missed you so much." Punk muttered into her neck, feeling her gasp at his voice, pressing her body against his.

April just pulled back and this time cupped his cheeks, looking up at him, another few tears rolling down her eyes, no one could take this moment away from her, he was finally back home where he belonged.

She rested her forehead up against his, looking into his eyes as her hands stayed cupped against his cheeks. She was surprised to see how well he looked, yeah he felt a little more bonier than before, she could almost feel his ribs whilst hugging him, but nothing a few Chicago pizza's couldn't fix. She had images of him coming out, having turned to drugs, pale skin, his tattoos not as bright as what they were, but it was just him, the same Punk, the same Phil she had always known.

"I thought you had given up on me." Punk said, taking her hands from his cheeks, holding them in his, taking so much pride in holding her again, having her right here with him, it was the best feeling possible.

"No." April said, watching Punk look at her, melting at the sound of her voice through his ears again, "Never." She shook her head.

"You never came." Punk said, still a small, soothing calm voice, in which she deserved.

"I came every week." April said, not understanding but not really caring to be honest, she was just glad he was out for good now.

"It doesn't matter." Punk shook his head, "I'm home now." He said, wrapping his arms around her body again, holding on to her tightly. He could have stayed with his arms wrapped around him forever now.

Later on…

After Punk and April both recomposed and got a hold of themselves, April immediately asked a question that she was dying to ask.

"How did you get out? So early?" She asked, folding her arms and looking up at him, still not believing it was really him.

"Good behaviour." Punk said, putting his hands in his pockets, "I'm still on probation though, have a lot of rules I have to still follow for the time being." Punk said.

"Like what?" April asked curiously.

"I need to be in the house by 10pm every night." Punk rolled his eyes in embarrassment, "If I commit another crime, as small as it may be, I get put back in prison." He said, watching April just shut her eyes and look away from him, "April." Punk said, watching her look back up again, "I'm never going back there. I promise." He said, he would never ever jeopardise or risk anything to get put back inside.

"I can't believe you're actually here." April said, still in awe and shock, "I missed you so much it hurt." She confessed.

"I'm home now." Punk said, "I am never, ever leaving your side, ever again. Never." He said, looking down at her, watching her look up at him, both thinking the same exact thoughts.

Punk went to lean down and finally kiss his wife after all these years, when he heard the door open and tiny little footsteps scatter in the door. His heart dropped again just as he thought it had regained composure after seeing April.

April seen the terrified look on his face, "It's alright." She nodded.

Punk just looked at her and took a deep breath, turning round and watching the dog that he assumed was April's, wake up and greet both children who came into his eye sight.

He smiled at them giggling as the dog bounced his nose off them, clearly being very fond of them both, he assumed the dog was a definite permanent pet. He watched them both individually, for having two years between them, they were almost the same height as each other, Scarlett being slightly taller.

April looked at Punk, she could tell he was dying quietly inside, she knew that he knew, these girls didn't know who he was, as far as Scarlett and Kaia went, this man was a stranger in their home.

Colt just looked from Punk who was staring at the girls playing with the dog, to April who was watching Punk.

Scarlett was the first to look over at her mother, and then to Punk.

Punk prayed she would recognise him.

"C'mon Scar…" Punk muttered to himself under his breath, "C'mon…" He prayed, looking at her staring at him.

"Mom…" Kaia exclaimed, walking over to April, her shoulders slumping over as she sneezed on her way over.

"You still not feeling well baby?" April asked her, running her hands through her hair, crouching down to her, watching her nod and lean over April's shoulder, a tired sigh escaping her, Kaia hadn't really noticed Punk, but Scarlett was still watching him whilst keeping her small hand on the dog.

April just looked up at Punk and nudged him, "Speak." She mouthed to him, but then she realised he probably didn't know what to say, what could he say.

Punk just walked slowly towards Scarlett, watching her still look at him curiously, no one but Colt ever came into her house. This was oddly strange. She felt like she'd seen this man before but yet she had no clue.

"You remember me, right?" Punk crouched down to her, looking into her eyes with hope, looking at her just stare at him, slightly backing away.

April just frowned with Kaia coughing in her ear and Colt scratched the back of his head, not really being able to look at the sight. He knew this was crushing Punk.

Scarlett just dodged her way from Punk, walking away from him and over to April, standing behind her.

Punk just sighed and stood up straight, he thought he had her, just for a few minutes of looking into her gorgeous eyes, he thought she knew him, obviously he was wrong.

Colt just patted Punk on the back and Punk just nodded to him, hanging his head down and looking at the floor.

April let another tear escape her, this was horrible to watch, both her daughters just oblivious to their father and there was nothing she could do about it.

Later that night…

Colt decided he would take the kids out for dinner instead of having them around Punk and April, he figured they needed more than 10 minutes for each other.

"I really thought she recognized me for a minute." Punk sighed, looking at the frame photos of Scarlett and Kaia in the living room, deliberately sitting on the other couch from the one that Mike was on when he… you know.

April just sighed sympathetically, sitting beside him and leaning her head on his shoulder, "It's going to be hard." April told him.

"Too hard." Punk sighed, "I've missed so much." He shook his head.

"I've missed you so much." April said, looking up at him, she still couldn't believe she was actually here, sitting beside him.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, all of you." Punk frowned, looking at her.

"We can work at this." April said, taking his hand, "We just have to take things slow, ease you into the girl's life's slowly, I'm not going to let these part five years, dictate the rest of your life." She shook her head.

Punk just looked at her, smiling sweetly at her, just looking at her mesmerized him, sitting on a soft couch mesmerised him to, but just having her so close and near, her words comforting him like they used to, he was so thankful.

He finally got to finish what he started from earlier and leaned over to press his lips against hers, having not felt them in five years, it was hard to keep his vocal emotions to himself, groaning slightly as his mouth moved across hers.

April could have cried, she'd like to think she deserved him back home now, he'd paid his price and in result his children didn't know who he was, the last thing he needed was to lose her as well, she pulled back after kissing him, the most enjoyment she had took part in amongst the past five years, looking at his eyes.

"Thank you." He said.

"For what?" She asked.

"For not giving up on me. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you to." He said, in his mind, prison had resulted him in losing his children, losing their knowledge of who he was and how important he used to be to them, how important they were to him. If he lost April's love along with that, he may as well have just went back to prison.

"You haven't lost them Phil." April tutted, "I am going to do everything to make sure they know you're they're father, I don't care what anyone else says." She said, squeezing his hand tightly. "I love you." April said.

Punk just smiled and closed his eyes as he said they three words, he hadn't heard them from her in such a long time, it was so nice to finally hear them, back in his own home, her sitting beside him. It was like one big dream.

"I love you too. So much." He said, pecking her lips again and pulling back quickly, sinking down into the couch and enjoying they feel of their bodies so close to each other.

He figured he would be bunking up at Colt's until April felt it was right for him to permanently stay back in the house, for the girls sake anyway, so he was going to enjoy this time with her while he could and try to focus on the positive side of things, the fact he was actually out and had his wife by his side again, if only his children were too.

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