"I wish you didn't have to leave." AJ whined.

"It's only for a few days." CM Punk said as he was packing a bag. He was catching a flight for an autograph signing. "Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" He asked.

"I should be fine Punk." AJ explained with a smile. He worries too much, she thought. But Punk had every right to be worried. AJ was seven months pregnant right now and anything could happen.

"Alright then. I'm off." Punk said as he shouldered his duffel bag then bent down to kiss AJ, then bent down to kiss her stomach. She giggled at the touch.

"I love you." She said smiling.

"I know." The straight edge said. "I love you too." He said then headed downstairs to the front door. I'm going to be so bored now, AJ thought as she flopped down on the bed and grabbed her old gameboy.

Later, when CM Punk arrived to the location of the autograph signing he met up with other superstars and divas. Of course Kaitlyn was there. There was an eerie silence about the place as if something terrible had happened. Punk knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"Hey Punk." Kaitlyn said with a nod.

"What's going on?" Punk asked and Kaitlyn pulled him away from the other WWE wrestlers.

"You know Goatface?" The two toned blonde asked referring to Daniel Bryan. "He overdosed." She said. What?

"He's dead?" The straight edge asked and Kaitlyn only nodded. Punk was simply at a loss for words. Should I call AJ? He thought and decided that he should call her. "Thanks for letting me know." He said and walked away so he could have some privacy. He then pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed AJ's number.

AJ was lying in bed flipping through television channels; baby Phillip kicking up a storm, when all of a sudden her phone rang. She got up to grab it and saw that it was CM Punk. Yay.

"Hello?" She answered the phone with a smile.

"AJ, I have bad news." Punk spoke on the other line. AJ's smile immediately turned into a frown.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked frightened.

"I'm fine... It's just Daniel." The superstar said quietly. "He overdosed." He continued and AJ was silent. Oh God. "Did you know he was on drugs?" Punk asked.

"Y-yeah." AJ barely managed. "After I l-left him..." And it was silent for a moment. "Oh my God Punk. This is all my fault." She said tearing up.

"AJ don't you do that." Punk scolded harshly.

"If I would've stayed with him, he wouldn't have done drugs!" AJ wailed, blaming herself.

"But you didn't love him, and he didn't love you. Doing drugs was his own choice." Punk convinced and AJ sighed, pondering on the straight edge's words. She did love Daniel, but it wasn't the right kind of love. CM Punk was right, like always.

"You're right... I'm sorry."

"Are you going to be okay?" Punk asked comfortingly. "Should I come home?"

"No, no. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." AJ said forcing a smile into her voice.

"Okay. I'll see you in two days." Punk said then hung up. AJ crawled back into bed and cried herself to sleep. Even though Daniel had done some bad things, AJ would never wish death upon anyone. It was his own fault for doing drugs.

Later that night when it was dark, AJ gasped and woke up to a sharp pain in her stomach. It's probably baby Phillip kicking, she thought and rolled over then tried to go back to sleep. But the sharp ache wouldn't go away, and it seemed to worsen over time. It was at the point where the petite girl was now wincing in pain. Am I having contractions? AJ asked herself then decided it would be best to call CM Punk. She fumbled around in the dark room until she finally found her phone then dialed Punk's number. AJ was extremely worried that she was, in fact, going into labor. It was too early. Seven months?

"Pick up Punk!" AJ whispered to herself then hissed in pain again.

"Hello?" CM Punk asked sleepily. "AJ what's wrong?"

Another sharp pain.

"Punk... I think I might be having contractions." She told him carefully.

"Already?" Punk asked.

Another sharp pain, and just then a warm liquid oozed out between her legs.

"I think my water just broke..." She said trying to stay calm, but her voice wavered and she started crying. "I need you..."

"AJ listen-"

"I can't do this without you Punk!" She yelled, sobbing into the phone. "I'm not strong or calm like you... I really need you."

"AJ listen!" He said harshly and the spitfire tried to quiet her sobs. "You need to call a cab, then call Dr. Bee and go to the hospital." Punk said calmly. "You will be fine."

"But, I want you to see the birth of our son."

"And I will see it. I'm on my way to an airport now. Now I'm going to hang up and you need to call Dr. Bee." The straight edge said and AJ shook her head.

"Please don't hang up. I'm scared Punk. It's too early, I'm only seven months..." She pleaded as more tears fell and she winced in pain again from the contractions.

"AJ you have to hang up. If you trust me, and you love me, everything will be fine." CM Punk said, he was so good at staying calm.

"O-okay." AJ said getting out of bed carefully.

"I'll be with you soon. I love you."

"I love you too. Try to hurry." AJ said then hung up. She hurriedly dialed Dr. Bee's number and the doctor immediately picked up.

"Miss. April, what is it?" She asked in that southern drawl of hers.

"My water just broke."