Chapter 21

"Emmy..." Punk murmured into her ear. "Emmy Sue..." he growled as he gently nipped at her earlobe, while his hands wandered down her sides and finally resting on her hips. She let out a sigh of content at the feeling of his hands on her, holding her in place, staking his claim. Punk and Emma were in their bedroom getting 'reacquainted' after the last child had gone to bed, when Punk's cell phone started beeping. He pulled her tank top off of her and went to work on her neck when the beeping continued. He glanced over quickly at the phone, wondering who the hell was trying to get a hold of him right now.

"Ignore it," she whispered as she pulled him down on top of her for a hard kiss on the mouth. The phone stopped beeping for a few minutes, then it started again. Punk glanced over at the bedside table, wondering who was trying to interrupt this passionate moment with his wife right now when Emma raked her fingernails down his back, bringing his attention back to her. He let out a low groan of pleasure at the sensation of her nails scraping his skin. She could be a wild one when she wanted to be; that's how he liked her. "Naughty girl, you're gonna leave marks," he breathed into her ear, making her wrap her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. "Pay attention to me," she said softly before she kissed him softly and then bit gently on his bottom lip.

Once again, the phone started beeping; he wasn't going to be able to focus on the task at hand if the phone kept interrupting him. He should have just shut the damn thing off after he got done with his nightly ritual of random, sarcastic tweets. Why he brought the damn thing upstairs with him in the first place was beyond him. It had been a long and trying day, all he wanted to do was fuck his wife and then try to sleep before it got too late and his insomnia got the better of him. "Damn it," he muttered as he laid his head on Emma's chest briefly and mumbled, "Sorry" into her breasts before he rolled off of her and picked the phone up. He felt a surge of annoyance rise up in him when he saw the name on the caller id. What the hell did she want? Didn't she do enough damage yesterday? He knew that she had a crush on him, but there wasn't anything else she could do about it—he was head over heels in love with Emma, who had taken the first steps in taking him back and working on their relationship. There had been a nagging feeling in the back of his mind for a while now that Beth had more than friendship on her mind when it came to her and Punk's relationship. That was just too bad for her though; Emma wasn't giving up on him and there was no way in hell he was ever letting her go willingly.

"Who was it," she said softly as she slowly ran her fingertips up and down Punk's lower back.

"Beth," he said quietly before he threw the phone back on the bedside table and crawled back on top of Emma. He would just deal with Beth later, right now he had a beautiful woman in his bed he needed to deal with. A woman who had shut him out for almost seven months; they had a lot of catching up to do before he took off on Sunday night. "Where were we?" he asked quietly before he lowered his head down to Emma's breasts and started teasing one with his tongue ring...

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Beth let out a small scream of frustration as she heard Punk's voicemail pick up again. It was almost ten o'clock on a Friday night. She knew he wasn't sleeping; if anything he was wide awake but too pissed off at her to answer his phone. She hit the redial button and tried again. She knew he had his phone with him; she had just seen him post a random tweet on Twitter, so she knew he was around somewhere. Beth felt a tightening feeling in her chest when the thought of what he was probably doing right now instead of answering his phone. He was probably getting it on with that bitch wife of his, Emma.

She hated Emma. Truly hated her. Since Scott was refusing to help Beth steal Punk away from Emma, it looked like she was on her own. There had to be a way to get him to see that Emma was no good for him, and that he should just finalize their divorce, leave her with nothing, take the kids and run. Well, Beth thought to herself, he could leave the kids with Emma. Beth didn't want any reminders of Punk's life with Emma when she finally got her hands on him.

Somewhere deep down inside of her, she knew that it was wrong to lust after a married man like she did with Punk. They had been friends too long and he had confessed his near obsession with Emma to her a long time ago and how no matter what she ever did to him, he would never leave her. He was that in love with Emma. That didn't stop Beth from still wanting him though. She knew that if she went through with her thought about involving his oldest son in her plot to get Punk and Emma to break up and he found out about it, he would never forgive her. A lot of people never suspected that Punk could be a good father, they thought he was too brash and too cynical, and that life on the road, and life in general, had jaded him. But Beth knew him well enough to know that besides wrestling and Emma, those kids were what kept him sane. She just had to figure out how she could use that to her advantage.

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"Daddy? Daaaddy? Dadddddy..." Jenna poked at Punk while he was still sleeping. He opened one eye and saw his youngest staring at him, then he closed his eyes. It was too early for her to be doing this, he thought to himself. "Daaaaaaaadddddyyy..." she kept on. She was about to do it again when he reached over quickly and pulled her into bed with him, causing her to giggle. "Hi," she said as she snuggled in between him and Emma.

"Hey. What are you doing up so early?" he mumbled as he closed his eyes again, hoping she would take the hint and try to go back to sleep.

"Time to get up. Cartoons are on," she replied as she turned her attention to her mother, who was still out like a light. Punk smiled to himself when he thought about why she was so tired; he had given her quite the workout last night. It wouldn't surprise him if he got had gotten her pregnant last night. The thought of having kids still amazed him; but the thought of having four kids? That was incredible. They hadn't talked about planning for another child, but at the same time, they didn't even stop to think about using protection. Life was slowly moving back into what it used to be for the family, and Punk had vowed that nothing, and he meant nothing, was going to take this away from him.

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Jack opened his eyes and stared at his bedroom ceiling. He could hear his little sister giggling down the hall. Well, I'm glad she thinks everything is fine, he thought glumly to himself. She's too little to understand what is going on anyways. His dad was going to leave and go on the road tomorrow night and things would go back to the way the were before; mom would get stressed out having to be home with us alone and would start drinking that wine again. Uncle Scott would start coming around again; although after what Jack had witnessed between his father and Scott last weekend, and the fact that neither his mom or dad had mentioned him, Jack doubted that he would ever see his beloved Uncle Scott again.

He thought back to late last Saturday night when his mom had thought that he had gone up to bed, but instead he had stayed high up on the staircase and spied on his mom and Scott. He felt a funny feeling in his stomach when he remembered how Scott had moved from the chair and walked over to the couch to sit next to his mom and had put his arm around her and pulled her close. That funny feeling in his stomach started to make him feel sick when he remembered how his mom had leaned in and kissed Scott. He couldn't understand why she was doing that; she had been crying about dad being hauled off to jail, and it was obvious to him that Uncle Scott was the reason why, but she was still kissing him.

He didn't mean to blurt it out yesterday when he told his dad that he saw Uncle Scott kissing mom. It just kind of happened. Jack had so many emotions swirling inside him right now, and he wasn't sure what any of them meant. On one hand, he was glad, ecstatic even, that his mom and dad had stopped fighting and that dad was going to move back into the house. But on the other hand, that funny sick feeling in his stomach kept churning, making him think that maybe things are calm right now, but eventually are going to get worse.

As he crawled out of his bed and straightened the covers, he hoped that things were going to go back to normal. Because if they didn't, he wasn't sure how much longer he could put on a brave face before he started to break down and cry like Jenna does when she doesn't get to watch her movie.

He walked down the hall to see if his little brother was awake; Josh wasn't in his room. Jack kept walking down the hall until he came to his parents' bedroom. He peeked inside and saw his mom and dad still in bed, with Josh and Jenna laying in the middle, arguing about who got to play with dad first today.

Punk looked up from Josh and Jenna's argument and saw his oldest boy standing in the door frame. "Morning, buddy," he said softly, wondering if Jack was still pissed as hell at him. Jack nodded and then turned around and started to make his way downstairs, leaving Punk to sigh in frustration at the sight of his oldest still ignoring him. 'I'm only here for another day and a half, I gotta figure out a way to make the kid like me again,' Punk thought to himself as he looked over at Emma, who was still trying to sleep even though there were two kids in their bed and their arguing was starting to get louder. "Em. Wake up. I need pancakes," he said to her as he got out of bed and looked around for a pair of jeans.

"Make them yourself," she mumbled back and she snuggled in deeper to the blanket.

He caught Jenna and Josh's eye and nodded. He chuckled to himself as he watched Emma scream in protest as the kids jumped on her and started tickling her and started to be pests about pancakes. Finally after a few minutes, she gave in and got out of bed. She stopped in front of Punk on her way to the bathroom. "You owe me," she murmured as she kissed him on the cheek and headed down the hallway, with Josh and Jenna trailing after her chanting about pancakes.

Just another day, he thought as he smiled to himself and started to head downstairs to the kitchen and wait for his pancakes.