"She was in tears after this. Absolutely traumatised." AJ laughed, handing him over a picture of Heidi's first haircut. The picture showed the infant sitting on a chair, tears streaming down her cheek, not pleased by the trim she had got on her long hair. They'd gone past the first birthdays, and first everything really. Now they were closing in on the last section of the pictures.

Punk smiled at the picture. Heidi looked extremely mad and upset, and his heart melted. He wished he could have been there, to tell her to stop the tears, wrap her his arms around her and tell her the hair would grow back. But he couldn't. This picture was just a memory, and sometimes it hurt that this was all he had. But he was grateful for what AJ had done. She'd categorised all of the pictures from start to just a few weeks ago.

"Her hair is so light." Punk said with confusion. It was strange that his daughter didn't have his hair colour, or April's. AJ's hair was light right now, but that wasn't her natural colour, "My mom had light hair... you know, my birth mom." Punk said as AJ nodded.

"Well Dylan sure has your hair." AJ reminded him, taking another picture of the twins from the album and showing him it. Both of them remained seated on the swings at the local park. They looked so happy. So blissfully unaware of their father.

"They like going to the park?" Punk asked curiously.

"Yeah, they love it. Once they're there, it's all tantrums when I have to tell them it's getting late." She smiled as he nodded with a laugh. Typical children.

They were both sitting on the rug in the centre of the living room, the pictures were scattered across the floor in front of them both while the tapes sat beside the TV, yet to be played.

"Doesn't do it justice though." He told her, looking across at the pictures. As much as he appreciated the pictures and the memories displayed in front of him. He still felt like he was always going to be distant from their childhood.

"I know." She nodded, "It's better than nothing though. Right?" She looked across to him as he quickly nodded.

"Of course." He said, quickly moving on to the next picture, "I like this one." He smiled, looking at the twins sitting out the back garden with Tank and Nero. Heidi was practically sitting on top of poor Tank while Dylan lay against Nero. It couldn't have been that long ago.

In some way. He did feel like he had gotten to watch them grow through the pictures. Of course it was nothing compared to seeing everything live and in living colour. But AJ had really captured all the important moments from the very beginning when he was still here, all the way until a few days ago.

"Do you... want to watch the tapes?" She asked hesitantly. She didn't know if he would want to watch the tapes. He hadn't heard them speak in full sentences yet, or watched them walk sturdy on the ground. Maybe it was just a little too overwhelming.

"Yeah." Punk nodded as AJ smiled, standing up and sorting out the tapes into the flat screen TV.

Punk sat piling the pictures back up in the order that he remembered they came out in. He was screaming on the inside. It felt surreal. He couldn't explain how any of this felt.

"You can have the remote." She said, walking back to sit next to him as they sat side by side. His legs were sprawled out in front of him while she sat with hers in a basket, "Stop it if you think..."

"I'll be fine." He convinced her with a nod, quickly pressing play on the remote before he changed his mind, "What's the first one?" Punk asked.

"First steps." AJ said, "They'd been showing signs of it for a long time. They kept pushing themselves up and stepping forward a little. I knew they'd pick it up soon." She explained, watching Punks eyes glue themselves to the TV, smiling at the twins on the screen, just as he remembered when he left. It had to be just a few months after he had left. It was breathtaking. Their smiles and giggles as they walked towards AJ with unsturdy legs. It was overwhelming to see.

Time passed on throughout the tapes and he had now witnessed their first steps, some bath time clips, their first ice cream which was perhaps his favourite so far, their first haircuts, moving into their new rooms and beds, all the way until their first time riding a bike, just a few weeks ago.

"Heidi picked it up right away." AJ informed him, she had been commentating throughout the tapes, making sure he knew every little detail about what was going on. He hadn't spoke. He just watched with fascination, smiling and laughing at the kids good nature in the tapes, "Dylan took a few tries." She told him.

"Mommy, look I'm doing it."

Punk smiled as he watched Dylan hold tightly to the handle bars, listening to AJ's praise in the background, the look of excitement on Dylan's face made him excited for some reason. Their voices were like angels singing to his ears. Heidi's was squeaky and quiet, but he could have listened to her speak all day. Dylan's was also frail and squeaky, but much more louder.

"Dylan had a hard time facing the fact his sister bet him to it. They make everything a competition, I blame you." She told him as he turned to her, "First one to wake up in the morning wins, first one to get downstairs wins, which resulted in Dylan breaking his wrist last Summer." She shook her head, "First one to finish dinner. First one to run in the house." She rolled her eyes.

"How am I to blame for that?" He laughed.

"Because..." She pushed him playfully, "You always have to win. Don't you?" She smiled to him as he nodded.

"Yeah. I guess I do." He nodded, pausing the tape, "I guess I've not been winning at anything these past few years." He admitted.

"You miss it?" She reached up to brush her hand through his hair.

"More than ever." He nodded, "I'd give anything. Just for one last fight." He looked down, "I know we talk about, how we dreamed of how things would be when I got out. But I had one dream, it was always the one I loved going to sleep to." He smiled to himself.

"Yeah? What was it?" She asked curiously, turning around to face him.

"I was in the ring." He explained, "I was boxing again. I had my friends back, in my corner. I had my fans back, and most importantly, I had my family back. You sat ringside, twins by your side. I had it all back." He said as she smiled.

"I can't speak for the boxing." She told him, "But I know we can be a family again. It's going to take some time, but I am so... so willing to put in the time. Just so my kids can have their father back again." She told him.

"I'll do whatever it takes, April." He told her truthfully.

And in that moment, AJ looked into his eyes, and it was quiet and still, nothing but her thoughts could be heard, and her thoughts were telling her she was ready. She wanted him. So badly it was hurting now. She thought it would take more time to feel like this was really all happening. But she just couldn't hold back now, and she hoped he felt the same.

"I'm ready." She told him as he looked at her.

"For what?" He asked her, slightly forgetting about their conversation last night.

"For you." She said, "I thought it would take more time but... I need you. I really, really want you." She told him, leaning forward and cupping his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, feeling his arm wrap around her waist.

He didn't think it was going to be this soon. But he had defnitley calmd down from last night. He felt like he could control himself much more, and he wanted to really love her now. If she was ready, he was ready.

They quickly wound up in the bedroom. AJ put up a chase through the rich, marbel stairs, which he gladly gave and found her exactly where he expected her to be. Their bedroom. How he had missed their bedroom.

Even though he was excited and practically shaking for her like a drug addict in need of their next fix, he knew she was going to lift his t-shirt up and see his scars. But that couldn't drive him away. She was going to see them at one point in their life.

He stripped her first. Elequantly and slowly lifting her t-shirt from her body, proceeding to go on and slip her jeans down her toned legs, watching her kick them off when they fell around her ankles. She hadn't aged one bit. She was still the beautiful, innocent, breathtaking woman he fell in love with five and a half years ago.

He picked her up, leaning her down in the centre of the bed as he hovered atop of her. If he was being honest, he could have just sat and stared at her like this and that would have satisfied him enough, but she wanted more, and deep inside, he wanted more too.

"You sure?" He asked her. He didn't want her to regret anything. It was the last thing he needed. He was ready, so ready. He just wanted to make sure she was too.

"Positive." She nodded, feeling him lean down into the curve of her neck, kissing her softly, his gut wrenching as she began to tug on his t-shirt. What was he going to do? Ask if he could keep his shirt on? She wanted it off, he'd take it off.

He leaned back, slowly grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head and throwing it away, looking down with shame as she sat up quickly, looking over his stomach. She hesitantly took her hand, grazing it over the scars, looking up at him for answers he wasn't ready to give.

"What... What are these?" She asked, looking at the white scarring, one straight across his straight edge tattoo, as if mocking the personal ink.

"These..." He looked down, putting his hand on top of hers, "These are what happens when you go to prison." He told her as she frowned.

He wasn't just hurting emotionally. He was and had hurt physically, "They hurt you?" She shook her head.

"I was the only decent guy in there." Punk told her, "Stuck out to everyone." He said, "I seen too much, April. Too much I'm not ready to explain." He told her, recalling back to Dylan, who yes... was still on his mind every single day. He swore, if the young boy was still alive and surviving in prison, he would pay for the most expensive and smart lawyer ever, just to get him out.

"And that's ok." She told him, running her hand up his chest, circling her arms around his neck, "I'm not frightened of you, Phil." She said, leaning back down on the bed, her hands clenched around his neck, taking him down with her, "I would never... ever, be scared of you." She told him.

"You still want to do this?" He asked, not sure if what she had saw had put her off.

He didn't get much of a vocal answer. She spun them around, straddling his hips with her hands pressed down on his chest. If he felt like she was disgusted by these scars, then he was completely wrong.

She softly pecked his lips, grazing her teeth down his jaw and to his neck, veering down his body, coming across his scars he seemed so badly ashamed of. Well she wasn't. In fact, these scars only told her one thing. He was stronger than he thought he was.

Punk looked down as she pressed soft kisses on his scarring, her lips featherly pressing down just above the waistband of his sweats.

"You don't..."

"I do." AJ said, "I want to." She said with a calm voice, pulling down his sweats along with his boxers, watching him above as he propped himself up on his elbows. He didn't want her to do anything that would end the night before it even began, but he was on edge waiting for her to do something here. His stomach was already creating a hot pool of fire.

AJ wrapped her hand around his hardened length, stroking him softly up and down, caressing the velvet steal with her small hand, watching him collapse back down.

"Fuck... April." He ran his hands through his hair, to try regain some composure, but it was impossible. He hadn't felt this in three years.

She wasn't out to tease him all night. All she wanted was to make her statement. When he asked if she still wanted to do this. This was her response. Of course she did.

"I can't..." Punk shook his head, sitting up, pulling her up like she was weightless. He couldn't sit and have her down there. It was too much to take in. At least if he was on top, he was in control of himself and his feelings.

AJ let him lift her around back into the centre of the bed, feeling him brood over her once again. This time feeling him unhook the clasp of her bra from behind.

"It's at the front." She whispered in his ear as he raised his eyebrows, his eyes looking on at the clasp of her bra indeed at the front between the valley of her breasts.

"This is a weird contraption." He grunted as she chuckled, watching him fiddle around with the front clasp that he had never witnessed on her, nevertheless, getting the lacy garment unhooked and thrown away.

AJ watched and felt as he cupped her breasts, his touch sending her into a completely different world. It was crazy how much she really had missed his touch. She never knew how much until now.

"Oh... Phil." She cupped the back of his head, feeling him replace his hands with his warm and inviting mouth, his tongue grazing over her peachy coloured buds, already causing a certain shiver in her spine, "Oh God... Oh God..." She couldn't help repeat over and over, this slight torment believe it or not, was creating a dripping mess underneath her panties. She hadn't felt this sensitive in a long time. She'd hid her body for three years. She'd gotten no treatment.

Keeping his mouth teasing her perky breasts, he slided his hand past her stomach and down inside her panties which were soaking. She'd never been so wet. Not that he could remember anyway.

He lifted his mouth from her breasts, looking on at her as he parted her folds with his fingertips, finding his way to her sensitive spot, stroking it in circular motions with a smirk edging across his face.

"Oh... Phil, oh good God." She gasped, placing a hand on his shoulder as he looked down at her, smiling upon her selfless frame, her writhing body under his once again.

"I know, baby." He understood, it was how he felt minutes ago when she was touching him, "I know." He nuzzled her neck, pressing a kiss on her jaw, trailing the kiss all the way back to her lips where a certain moan escaped her lips. A moan he had missed during every passing day these past few years.

He slipped his hand out of her panties, watching as she took it, raising it to her mouth as she drew her tongue along each of his fingers, tasting herself on him as he grunted at the mere sight.

He wasted no time in shifting himself to settle between her legs, parting them a little further whilst keeping himself up by the weight being held in his hands at either side of her head.

His stiff length parted her swollen lips, piercing right through her like a sword, sending her crazy underneath him as she yelped his name out and clung to him. He couldn't hide it either. Being back inside her velvet, soft walls was unexplainable. It took away so much of his strength that he leaned his head on his shoulder for his second, taking in this wonderful reunion.

"Oh... Phil. Oh, baby." She moaned with a whispered breath, watching him as he got a hold of himself, towering back over her whilst making the first move of his hips, slowly burying himself all the way inside, and pulling all the way back, keeping a slow but steady rhythm going that satisfied them both.

"Shit... April, you're so tight." He grunted, the more and more he thrusted inside her, the more and more she gripped on to him like a hot furnace, refusing to let go.

"Phil." She scraped her nails down his back, "Phil. Oh, feels so good." She rolled her head back along with her eyes. Her body had gone paralysed by his presence inside her. She couldn't function properly, she could barely speak. She was on cloud nine, never wanting this to end.

"Yeah? Feel good, baby?" He leaned down, pressing a rough but passionate kiss on her plump lips, "Tell me, baby. Tell me how you feel." He begged. He wanted to know, he wanted to know they still hadn't lost it. He could still make her feel as good as ever.

"Phil... so good. Harder... faster. Oh, please." She couldn't take their slow steady speed anymore. This was the only time he was allowed to go fast. When it came to being home and adjusting to life, it was slow and only slow, but now, she needed him, and she needed him fast.

Her wish was his command and pleasure, pumping in and out of her as fast as his hips would take him, his hip bones crashing down against her own. The room was filled with moans, gasping breaths and the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Jesus, April... God, it feels so good to be back inside you." He moaned. He'd waited three long years for this moment. It was an insane feeling he could never describe to anyone. Looking down and seeing her, all her beauty, it was something he had dreamed of for three years, and he was finally here. She was finally back in his arms.

He went on and on, she got on top, she got on all fours, they done everything and anything to make this night last forever, which was what it felt like. But it had to come to an end. They couldn't hold anything back anymore.

"Oh, Phil... I'm so close." She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, back in the same position they started off in, her hands clenching the bed sheets beside her, taking them straight off the matress without a care in the world.

"Let go... it's ok." He encouraged her, "Let yourself go." He insisted whilst his breath was fast and choppy, "I want to watch you." He whispered, not being able to wait to see her let herself go completely.

"Oh... Phil... yes! Yes, baby!" She gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling everything tighten inside her, a final bump to her g-spot sending her completely over the edge, a shaking, writhing mess in his arms.

And he wasn't far behind her. Not holding back any longer. He gripped his hands on to her side as he spilled himself inside her, a relief more than anything, a comfort above all, a comfort that he was back home, and making love to his wife again after so much restriction.

AJ felt him as he collapsed atop of her, his head resting on her shoulder while she ran her fingertips through his damp hair, both gasping for some air that wasn't stuffy and warm.

"Regrets?" He whispered, kissing her shoulder and forcing his head up to look at her, having lost all energy imaginable.

"Never." She shook her head, leaning down whilst tilting his chin up with her finger, kissing him softly but with so much meaning. There were no regrets. She felt reunited properly now. She needed that. They both did. It was hard when they had so much stuff to adjust to. It made things easier when they could comfort one another like this, and tell one another it'd be ok. When they were like this, together... it felt like nothing could bring them down.

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