"Are you sure you'll be ok here? What if the police come round? I can stay here, I can get Lizzie to take a class-"

"I'll be ok." Punk nodded to his wife, "Honestly. Go to the studio. Don't worry about me." He said as she nodded.

"Ok." She slung her bag over her shoulder, "Well call me if you need me." She said as he forced a smile.

She was a little hesitant to leave him as it seemed rather sudden that he was convincing her he was 'ok' but he must have gotten all the answers he wanted from Elise. Perhaps giving him some space was the best thing for him. She knew it couldn't be easy for him. She just didn't want him to see her as the enemy because she had kept it from him. She wanted to be there for him, as much as she could.

"I'll be fine." Punk nodded tiredly, watching as she smiled, opening up the front door and leaving for work.

Punk just wanted them to go about their normal routine. He didn't want to be asked nine times a minute if he was ok. He wasn't ill, he wasn't injured. Not physically anyway. He could move around and be stable. He didn't want he and AJ's life with their daughter's to be halted just for him to adjust to what was going on, although that would have been understandable.

He called into his own work and asked to take the five sick days he was entitled to in the win go, only hoping he didn't get sick later on in the year.

He headed back into the living room where he had been keeping an eye on the girls, watching over as Harper sat on her play mat, one of those ones that afforded her to draw on, her 'agic at' as she liked to call it. Liesel, being older, was less amused by the smaller things like that, and was sitting up on the couch, still in her pyjamas whilst watching TV.

He collapsed down amongst the cushions beside her, not noticing that she had looked up at him and was examining him deeply as he looked on at the TV, not really paying attention to the silly programme she was watching, but losing himself in his thoughts, being brought out them when Liesel said…

"Daddy, look sad." Liesel looked up at her father with a frown, kneeling up and pressing her cool palms on his stubbly cheeks, "What wrong?" She asked, always hearing her mother ask that question to her or her sister when they were upset or crying.

"I'm not sad, baby." Punk said, swelling inside at her sweetness, taking her hands and holding them in his, "I'm just a little down." Punk told her, "But I'll be ok." He assured her as she looked into his eyes that mirrored his own.

"Is mommy upset? She was crying yesterday." Liesel said, her little mind remembering last night, ignoring her confusion and violence of it all (thanks to Uncle Sami. Punk owed him), but remembering her mother being upset and crying. It was something she hadn't seen before, and wasn't supposed to see. He felt extremely guilty.

"She was upset." Punk nodded, "But you know when, you and Harper get upset, and you guys cry, but… you dry your tears and be brave?" Punk asked her as she nodded, "Well mommy done that, and she's ok now." Punk told her as she smiled.

"Mommy said I'm the bravest." Liesel placed her hand on her chest with pride as she sank back down on the couch, snuggling into her father's torso as he smiled.

"You are. All three of you are." Punk smiled.

Maybe it was just this that he needed on the aftermath of this tragedy. He wasn't alone. He might have felt like it. And adding it all up now that Jack was gone, it may have looked like it, but he still had his family. His beautiful daughter's, his admirable wife, his loving sister and wonderful friends. He wasn't alone.

Facing everything that had been revealed to him in the past twenty four hours was the hardest thing he'd ever done. Realising that his life had been a total lie since he passed his second birthday was hard to understand, but there was no reason for him to lose his mind over it. Everything he ever truly needed, he had: his wife and daughter's.

AJ got in from work later on around dinner time. She'd had a pretty restless and agitated day. She couldn't stop thinking about Punk, and if he was ok here, and what he was going to do with his day. It was normal for her to be as worried as she was. She didn't want her husband to be sad or upset. She wanted this to be the be all end all of everything he ever had to do with Jack, his club and his way of life. She wanted him to know that, if given the time and chance, his real father would have kept him safe, and raised him right alongside his mother. Well… that's the way it seemed. His real father seemed to be just like him. It made sense now that Jack and Punk had such different personalities and natures. Because they weren't really related. Well, not in a father/son way.

She dumped her gym bag down in the hallway as she got into their home, resting against the wall as she kicked her trainers off. She was tired and she was hungry and she wanted to shower. All at the same time if she could.

She trailed down the hall and into the kitchen, noticing that dinner had already been cooked, some leftovers for her left on the stove to be heated. The dishes had been done and the kitchen looked cleaner that what she remembered it this morning.

She didn't know where Punk was, but at least he'd had his head screwed on right. She didn't have to worry about him escaping their house like a mental patient.

She quickly heated up the food and stood in the quiet kitchen nibbling away, not really having a big appetite but still hungry enough to eat at least half of her portion.

Eventually, she trailed up the stairs, walking past the girls empty bedrooms and into their own, empty bedroom, nothing but a short and sweet note left on her pillow for her to read.

She picked the note up and sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling with a sigh and placing it down. Despite her feet being sore and her body ready to collapse into a deep sleep, the request was so vague yet so meaningful in the note, and she was willing to go see him.

"Daddy, what we doin' out here? It's late." Liesel asked, never having been out this late before, on such an adventure. Not that a cemetery was every classed as adventure. It was in her little mind.

"I'm just here to show you something." Punk said as she held onto Harper's pushed stroller, where the one year old was fast asleep in, having fell asleep as soon as they set out after dinner.

"Show me what?" Liesel asked curiously, getting impatient.

Since Punk hadn't a clue where he was really going, he'd had to search the full cemetery, before finally coming across his father's grave, noticing the flowers his darling wife had been putting down, pausing as Liesel stood looking up at him in confusion.

He took a moment as he looked at the headstone, reading the very brief words engraved on to it. Loving father, boyfriend and best friend. Gone but never forgotten.

Then how come his entire life, he'd been made to forget this man? This man who seemed to have loved him and cared for him, who seemed to have wanted him the way he thought his 'father' Jack, didn't want him.

"Daddy, I'm cold." Liesel huffed, not really having as much as fun as she thought she would. She was cold, sleepy and wasn't all that keen of the darkened area they were in.

"Oh, it isn't that cold, baby." Punk sighed, lifting her up into his arms.

"It is." She argued back, silencing him the way only she, her sister and her mother ever could, "What is this? Where are we?" She asked with a clueless expression.

"Well, sweetheart." Punk said, "My dad… well… this is the only way I can… talk to him." Punk said.

"You have a daddy too?" Liesel asked as Punk smiled.

"I did." Punk nodded, "But… he was taken away from me, when I was really young, and now… this is where I have to come if I want to… talk with him."

"But where is he?" Liesel asked, looking around whilst her arms clung around Punk's neck.

"He's-"

"We can't see him." AJ piped up, quietly creeping up behind her family that she had spotted whilst entering the cemetery, at Punk's request.

"Mommy." Liesel said with a warm smile.

"Hi, baby." AJ smiled, "We can't see him, and we can't… we can't hear him." She looked at her daughter, helping Punk out with his words, "But he's here." She nodded, "And he's listening to us."

She was too young to understand, and too young for AJ and Punk to want her to understand, but their words interoperated the truth just as much as it would when telling her her real grandfather was dead. It was a softer way they were telling her, but still nothing but the truth.

"Thank you." Punk whispered as he looked down at AJ whilst Liesel looked down at the headstone and the flowers.

AJ just nodded and smiled to Punk. She wouldn't have suggested taking the girls down to the cemetery. She thought they were just a little too young to be dealing with something like this, but it was actually rather peaceful, and special.

"What's his name?" Liesel asked her father.

"Well… James. But I think you and your sister would have called him Grandpa J." Punk nodded as AJ smiled.

"So when I's want to talk to grandpa J… I come here?" Liesel asked as Punk and AJ nodded, "What does he want to talk about?"

"Anything. You can talk to him about anything." AJ smiled, "But you don't come here on your own, right?" AJ looked to Punk who nodded immediately.

"No. No, you have to be with mommy or daddy." Punk agreed.

"Ok." Liesel simply nodded, "I'm tired." She sighed, as much as enjoying this new found information from her parents, she was tired and getting extremely sleepy.

"You wanna go to mommy?" Punk asked her as Liesel nodded.

Punk passed Liesel over to AJ who took her eldest daughter in her arms, Liesel's little head resting on her shoulder with exhaustion as AJ looked up at Punk, "I really think he's listening to us." She said, "I know you don't believe in all of that but-"

"No. I think he's listening too." Punk nodded as AJ smiled, "I already feel closer to him, here." He admitted to her.

"I feel the same when I visit my parents." AJ smiled, "It's ok."

"Thanks for putting down flowers and… tidying the grave up." He said as she smiled, "You didn't have to."

"It was the first thing I done when I found out." She said, "I occasionally come down here when we've had our fair share of fights. Ask him to straighten you out. And oddly enough, when I go home, you're always ready to talk things out." She smiled at the strange coincidence that may or may not have been a conspiracy theory.

"I think I can get through this, April." Punk nodded positively as she smiled.

"Of course you will." AJ said, "It's a lot to take in, but we'll get through it. I'm sure of it." She said, "And… I guess I was a little sceptical of bringing the girls here tonight but… it was nice." She said, pressing a kiss on Liesel's cheek who was very much falling asleep on her shoulder.

"I just wanted them to know." Punk smiled, "Just because they have no grandparents around doesn't mean they're completely gone." Punk said as AJ nodded.

"At least your parents are together now." AJ smiled as Punk nodded, turning back to his father's grave.

"Yeah." Punk smiled, "I really hope they're proud of me." He said.

"I'm proud of you." She smiled, "Now either I'm feeling things, or I think I'm being drooled on." She said as Punk laughed, pressing a kiss on Liesel's head as he examined her on her mother's.

"Yep, you definitely are being drooled on." Punk laughed, "Better get them home." Punk said as AJ smiled.

"I'll give you a minute." AJ said, managing to balance Liesel cuddled into her whilst using a free hand to push Harper in her stroller, leaving Punk alone for a few minutes as she slowly walked up the graveyard to the entrance gate.

"I really wish I could remember you." Punk admitted, kicking at the grovel path behind the grave, "But what you done for me and mom… I would have done the same for my own daughter's and wife." Punk admitted, "But I just wish you could have been here." He admitted, the cold air twitching his nose as he turned to look back at his wife and daughter's with a smile.

"I best be off." Punk said, "I told my girls they could come talk to you whenever they feel like it. So you know, if they find their way down here by themselves, keep them safe, yeah?" Punk smiled, "I'll come back, dad. Promise." He nodded, turning on his heel and making his way to his waiting family at the cemetery gates.

A/N; Thanks for the reviews guy! Keep them coming! Love reading what you guys have to say. Like I said, this sequel wasn't always going to be that long, just dealing with the big conclusion to Delicate Findings. As always, I'll be moving forward with a new story soon. I'm willing to take any suggestions via Reviews or PM. But this story still has a few more chapters. So enjoy and review! Thanks again.