A/N: Sorry for the delay! Had a busy few days. I appreciate the reviews and I knowing my timing is off on some of the chapters, it's so all over that I've confused myself lol also the story isn't what I think happened it was an idea that I over dramatized for the purpose of writing. Just try to enjoy it and keep the suggestions coming, I love them!

Liar, Liar Pants On Fire

AJ let Larry drag her along the sidewalk as Punk couldn't help but laugh.

"You really need to take charge and stop letting him lead you." Punk informed her.

"He doesn't give me much of a choice." She groaned as Larry stopped and began to eat something off of the curb.

"No." Punk scolded the dog taking the stick out of his mouth. "This is why you can't walk him."

"I can walk a dog Phil." She remarked annoyed. "I've had plenty of dogs."

"He's going to walk you right into traffic." Punk said to her.

"He is not." She snipped back at him.

"Remember the first time you walked him?" Punk asked her and she glared at him.

"I didn't see that car." She defended lightly.

"Lucky for you the driver saw you and rather than curse you out for running in the street he thought you were pretty and tried to get your number." Punk said to her and she just shrugged innocently.

"Come on Larry." AJ said trying to tug on the leash. "Time to go back."

"Larry." Punk demanded in a sterner voice and Larry turned and ran towards him. "Good boy." Punk smirked kneeling down to pet him.

"Show off." AJ muttered.

"Don't be like that." Punk laughed standing up straight.

"That's fine you can be the bad cop." AJ told him simply. "When we have children I'll be the good cop."

"Fine." He scoffed.

"Yea?" She asked hopefully.

"Yea because that will never happen." He said as they began to walk back.

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"I mean, you naturally take charge of everything- even me." He pointed out. "You're stern and if I'm afraid to tell you no then our kids will be too."

"I don't take charge." She scoffed. "That would be you. You're always bossing me around."

"That's the beauty of you, my dear sweet April." Punk began sweetly. "You are always so busy worrying about me or your siblings or your friends that you don't take care of yourself. How many nights during my training camp did you not eat because you were so busy cooking me special meals? How many times did you cancel a doctors appointment because you wanted to be home when I got home from training in case I was hurt? How many gathering did you blow off after my back surgery?"

"That's different." She defended.

"You almost forgot your own birthday." He reminded her. "Who forgets their own birthday?"

"I had a lot going on with writing." She shrugged.

"And with my surgery." He sighed. "You've given up a lot of your own time these past two years to be by my side during my training and fight."

"You would do the same for me." She said with a cute smile.

"Bet your ass I would." He smirked. "Point I'm making is, you spend all of your time taking care of me and making sure I'm ok because that's who you are
and you will be the same when we have a kid."

"So you always get to be the fun one?" She pouted.

"Yes." He replied seriously and she laughed.

"Oh I hope we have a girl first." She said still laughing.

"She'd be daddy's girl." Punk remarked proudly.

"Yea, until she's a teen and starts dating and you start telling her she can't wear makeup or short skirts." She noted happily as his face dropped. "Then I'll get to be the fun one."

"You're messed up." He mumbled under his breath.

"Here." She said passing Punk Larry's leash. "My stomach hurts."

"Must have been all that salad you ate." He mocked then arched a brow at her. "Ulcer?"

"I think so." She frowned. "It's all of this talk about the Nick crap."

"It's in the past Ape." he sighed.

"I just keep thinking about that Mania week and how mad you were." She frowned.

"Wouldn't you have been?" he asked her seriously.

"I would have killed you." She admitted rubbing her stomach and he placed his free arm around her shoulders.

"That's all over now. And it's not just you that has to let it go, it's me too." He told her.

The Raw before Wrestlemania was always a pretty big show but AJ was just not in the mood that night. And not only was she in a lot of pain due to her neck, but she had to film Smackdown right after and stand there and take Nikki Bella's cheap shot insults. She kept thinking about the awful argument she had with her husband before arriving tonight about her wrestling while her neck still hurt. He only responded to her texts with one worded responses. When someone knocked at her door she secretly hoped it was husband showing up to apologize, even though he was only concerned for her.

"Ugh." AJ groaned opening the door seeing Nick standing there.

"Hey." Nick grinned.

"Please go away." She groaned.

"Trouble in paradise?" He teased.

"Fuck off." She mumbled.

"Yup, that's what it sounds like." Nick said to her. "He's a miserable son of a bitch, I warned you of that when you got engaged."

"Right." AJ muttered. "Can you go?"

"I'm just trying to help a friend out." Nick shrugged. "I saw online that Punk is at the hockey game." He told her and she frowned. "No ring either, probably on the prowl." He winked.

"You don't know what you're talking about and it's very strange to me that you keep such close tabs on my husband." she replied.

"Is he still your husband?" Nick questioned innocently.

"Are you still standing here?" She mocked and began to close the door but he slid inside the room. "I want you to leave."

"Off your meds?" Nick teased closing the door behind him.

"What?" She asked stunned.

"You didn't think I didn't know about that? You're sick in the head, did you really need a doctor to tell you that?" Nick laughed. "Besides I saw the medication in your suitcase."

"What were you doing going through my stuff?" She demanded.

"I thought I left my shirt in there right after we split." Nick shrugged.

"Please just leave me alone." AJ sighed pointing at the door.

"I promised Punk I'd check in on you." Nick replied innocently.

"What?" AJ asked slowly.

"I saw there was some Twitter issues between the two of you, I sent him a message that I'd look after you." Nick laughed. AJ had no doubt he did, Nick considered himself to be a 'comedian' which he wasn't. There was nothing funny about him pissing off her already pissed of husband.

"Please tell me you're kidding." She pleaded.

"Come on it's funny." Nick chuckled.

"He hasn't answered my calls and now I know why." AJ groaned grabbing her phone.

"It was a joke and if he believes me then he clearly doesn't trust you." Nick noted. "Can't say I blame him. I actually saw he was at the hockey game with some chick."

"His sister." AJ snapped.

"That was a couple of hours ago." Nick noted. "If it makes you feel any better he didn't respond to me either."

"Get out!" AJ yelled swinging her door open.

"Damn girl did you take your meds- I mean seriously." He asked and she physically pushed him out the door.

AJ walked over to purse and pulled out her pills, she DID forget to take them for the last few days. AJ had a full week of events and media before Mania and she didn't need her medication slowing her down. She was much more wired without them and just put them back in her purse.

AJ was so wired she decided to go out for a run- at 2AM. She completely lost track of time and by the time she made back to her hotel room, there was somebody waiting for her inside of it.

"Hey." AJ greeted her husband who was sitting up on her bed waiting for her. "How did you get in here? When did you get here?"

"I flew out after the game." he said and she noticed him holding something in his hand.

"I thought you were mad at me." She frowned.

"I am." He said calmly. "What the fuck is this Ape?" He asked holding her prescription bottle up.

"My medicine." She said slowly.

"Yea I know that because I picked it up for you a week ago and you haven't taken one." He said standing up.

"You counted my pills?" She laughed but he scowled at her.

"You think this is funny?" He asked her seriously. "I get a message from your last mental breakdown about keeping you company , fly out here to see you're gone at 2 AM and you come in all sweaty?"

"I went for a run." She laughed.

"Is there a reason I should believe you?" He asked her coldly.

"Yea Phil, because that's what I'm telling you." She responded calmly.

"You also told me you were taking your medication." He snapped. "Why are you on the road not taking your meds? Why are you not taking them in general?" He demanded. "And what the fuck are doing with Nick?"

"Nothing!" AJ yelled.

"What's this?" He asked holding up a room key.

"A room key." She shrugged.

"Not just any room key, this was on your floor when I came in and I went to the room. Guess who's room it was?" He asked her.

"I have no idea." She defended honestly.

"Ryder's room." He told her and AJ rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't with Ryder." She scoffed.

"He's bunking with Nick." Punk told her. "But he had left without explanation Zack told me, now again I'm going to ask you where the hell you've been and don't lie to me."

"I went out for a run!" She yelled. "I swear to god Phil! How could you-"

"How could I accuse you?" He asked with a bitter laughed inching closer to her. "Messages from Nick, his room key in your room- why was his key on your private room floor?!"

"He was here!" She yelled back and he nodded coldly.

"Finally some honesty." He mocked.

"He came in here to tell me how he messaged you and laugh at the fact that he knew we were having problems. I physically pushed him out of my room and that's probably when the card fell out of his hand or pocket or something!" She told him now growing desperate. "I would never cheat on you."

"I don't know what you're all about anymore Ape." He told her honestly. "You're not taking your medication-"

"It slows me down." She insisted. "That's the only reason, you know how busy these weeks can get and you know how sleepy my medicine makes me."

"That's not good enough." Punk said to her. "How am I supposed to believe anything out of your mouth? You're unhinged!"

"Unhinged?" She asked stunned. "I think I'm doing fine. As a matter of fact I don't even think I need to take the medicine anymore."

"Stop taking your medicine and kiss me goodbye." He threatened and her face dropped. "It's a deal breaker."

"You're threatening me?" she asked.

"I don't trust you when you're not taking your medicine." He told her honestly. "I can't have a marriage with someone I don't trust, with someone who invited her ex into her hotel room-"

"That was nothing! And the fact that you let him get to you like that proves you're an idiot." She snapped and he held back a laugh.

"And you don't think you need your medicine?" He asked amused. "Lashing out at me like that and running around at 2AM doing god knows what?"

"I went for a run!" She yelled.

"Why the fuck are you out there running by yourself at 2AM?" He demanded to know. "I don't know which is worse, you fucking your ex or you running around looking to be killed?"

"You're so dramatic." She said shaking her head. "I have a big week-"

"Keep saying that to me like I have no idea what you have to do this week." He warned her.

"You've been nasty to me since I came back to work." She remarked.

"So you're punishing me?" He asked confused.

"I didn't do anything to hurt you." She sighed. "I didn't have an affair-"

"Not taking your medicine hurts me." He pointed out. "It hurts you so in turn it hurts me. You don't have to look at yourself when you're losing it, I do. And I know coming back wasn't something you wanted to do and you were pushed into it and I know you're working a lot and traveling alone and-"

"I'm completely and totally alone." She added. "I mean completely. I have nobody here Phil. After the lawsuit and my comments to Stephanie I have nobody."

"You have Paige." Punk reasoned.

"I don't have Paige. She's filming her show. This the first time I've ever truly been on my own and it sucks." She told him. "I don't even want to get up because you've alienated me against the entire company. I can't even sit in catering, I grab food and eat it in an empty office that I get changed in because I'm not welcome in the Divas locker room. Nobody will even talk to me about my matches or creative plans except for James or Vince. Nobody says hi to me or even smiles. I work all night by myself then I come back here and I'm alone and you don't even talk to me half the time. I have nothing. So I stopped taking the meds the last few days."

"Because you feel better not taking them?" Punk asked genuinely curious.

"I just have more energy." She said to him.

"More energy to hang out with Nick?" He asked casually and she rolled her eyes. "It's fucked up and very suspicious and you know it."

"As suspicious as you going out without your ring on." She shot right back at him.

"I took it off when I was working out and forgot." He told her and she snorted.

"How would you feel if I happen to leave my ring off? Mister 'the ring means you're mine' and you bitched about how I have to wear it all of the time." She said to him.

"I'd rather you have forgotten to put your rings on then entertain your fuck buddy in your room tonight." Punk said to her.

"Nothing went on!" She yelled.

"Right." Punk smirked walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"I will not stand by and watch you do this to yourself." He told her. "Take your medicine or I'm leaving. Maybe I can have a real fucking conversation with you once you do."

"I haven't taken it in days and you haven't noticed." She remarked. "Unless it involves you directly you don't notice."

"What is wrong with you?" He asked annoyed. "Never mind I already know."

"I'm sorry I'm just-" She began.

"You can't just come off your medicine April." he reminded her. "The doctor was talking about weening you off or lowering it but now you just fucking stop it and start acting up?"

"I haven't done anything!" She yelled.

Punk opened the door and the minute he did he saw Nick passing the room with some redhead. He was dressed in nice clothing which meant he was at a club of some kind, AJ was in running clothes- that answered his question.

"Oh crap." Nick mumbled and Punk stalked over to him and got in his face.

"Phil don't." AJ warned grabbing his arm.

"I'm busy right now." Nick said to him.

"What the fuck were you doing in my wife's room tonight?" Punk asked him ignoring his female company.

"I was concerned for her. She's not taking her medication." Nick said simply and Punk jerked his head to AJ.

"How does he know?" Punk asked.

"You're making everything worse." AJ hissed at Nick. "Tell him nothing went on."

"Nothing went on." Nick laughed. "I have my own company tonight." He remarked nodding towards the female waiting at his door. "My message to you was a joke."

"You think that shit is funny?" Punk asked tilting his head menacingly at Nick. "You think trying to manipulate my marriage is fun? Did you show up in my wife's room because you knew she wasn't well? Thought you'd get something from her?"

"The answer is yes." Nick smiled. "To all three."

"Don't!" AJ yelled grabbing Punk's arm as he raised it.

"I have to go kick my roommate out of my room so I can have a good night, do you mind?" Nick asked enjoying all of this.

"Yea I fucking mind." Punk hissed shoving him hard into the door behind him. "Why are you so obsessed with my wife and my marriage?"

"I'm not." Nick retorted. "I was worried about your wife because somebody should be. I mean you're so involved with your UFC gig and training and trashing the company that technically gave you your wife who you claim to love so much-"

"It's not just a claim." Punk whispered so nobody else would hear but Nick. "It's a fact and I will kill anybody who I think is trying to hurt her."

"You're the one hurting her." Nick responded. "Don't come here and act tough or like you care-"

"You're ass kicking has been a long time coming." Punk grinned coldly. "You realized AJ was off, messaged me and went into her room hoping she'd be like she was back in the day and you'd get laid. You're that fucking twisted that you tried to bang her knowing she's married."

"I don't owe you shit." Nick told him. "When we were working that tour with Big E and she was with me and I know you pulled her onto your bus more than once and slept with her."

"One- she wasn't married to you and two- fuck you she was with me first." Punk responded.

"Phil people are watching." AJ whispered.

Punk and Nick made some noise and doors had opened, mostly WWE people but Punk didn't care.

"I'm going to be hanging around this week and I'm going to be watching you like a fucking hawk." Punk warned him before he let AJ drag him back into her room.

"I'm sorry." AJ said closing the door behind her.

"For what?" he asked seriously. "Lying about your medicine? Or-"

"That's the only thing I have to apologize for." She said to him and walked over to her bottle and took a pill out and swallowed it without water.

"You can't do this." He said to her. "You can't be on the road where nobody is watching your back and be off your meds like this, fucking Nick could tell and tried to take advantage of that." Punk pointed out.

"You just don't trust me." AJ said sadly.

"I trust you when you're you." He told her honestly. "What would have happened if I didn't show up? You would have just kept not taking your meds until you completely broke again? Only this time who would be there to pull you from the ledge?"

"I married you because I love you not because I needed a parent." She remarked and he walked over to her.

"I love you and married you for that reason only. But I won't sit idly by either. You just don't take care of yourself. You take care of everyone and everything else but you." He said to her.

"I hate being here." she blurted out. "It makes me sad and I question myself all of the time."

"So what do you want to do about it?" He asked her seriously. "Tell me and I'll support you. Do you need me to travel with you?"

"I don't need a sitter." She groaned.

"It's not about being a sitter. It's about supporting you. And I will do it. I haven't been fair to you." He agreed. "And I don't like the idea of you traveling alone or going out for runs at this time- why would you do that? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't." She muttered.

"You do realize you have a stalker out there right?" He asked and she just nodded. "You clearly don't care what you do to yourself so I'll put it like this for you- if something happens to you I'm done. You think I'm all you have? You're all I have." He told her. "You have got to be more careful."

"I think I need to come off the road." She told him and he just nodded. "My neck really hurts." She choked out and he frowned. "I didn't even have a match and it hurts so bad and-"

"Alright." Punk sighed pulling her against his chest and she cried softly into it. "We'll get you to a doctor tomorrow or a physical therapist and maybe they can do something about the pain."

"I have media." She reminded him.

"Not anymore. You can call them or I can but you have to take yourself first." He told her.

"The fans-" She began.

"The fans would rather see you wrestle Sunday than anything else." Punk told her.

"They're putting me on the UK tour too." She sighed and he let out a groan.

"I thought they said they wouldn't?" He asked holding back anger.

"They changed their mind." She whispered. "They're talking about another title run."

"They're always talking about a title run for you when they can tell you're ready to walk." Punk remarked.

"Are you going to stay with me this week?" She asked hopefully.

"I picked a big enough bag." He smirked nodding towards his luggage.

"You were expecting to find me here with Nick." She pointed out. "You packed a lot for that."

"I thought I'd have to kill him and go on the run with you." He said seriously and she laughed. "I love that laugh." he stated relieved.

"I feel like every story ends with me crying." She frowned as they were a few houses away from their home.

"They don't. There's plenty of times where you're picking me up or picking yourself up for that matter." He said to her. "You let your guard down with me and that just proves how much you love and trust me."

"I do love and trust you." She grinned wrapping her two arms around his one and rested her head against his shoulder.