I decided to put down the Shades of Grey series and update/work on my neglected stories...I must say I've decided if Christian Grey and CM Punk were one man, I would do pretty much anything for that man!
Anyway, off topic, thanks so much for the new adds and reviews I received :) I hadn't gotten any for a while and was beginning to wonder if anyone was still reading this, but the feedback was good and helped me to write even more...Enjoy Punk & Mia bonding :) oh and there's plenty of Ginger and Colt goodness this chapter!
It was rough at first, but Punk and Mia adjusted to each other. Friday night he sat in the rocking chair with Mia snuggled against his chest. He rubbed small circles on her back and listened to her breathe softly; he felt content for the first time in a long time. Even though he didn't want to put her down, he knew she'd be more comfortable, so Punk kissed the top of her head and carefully placed her in bed hearing her contented sigh. He smiled to himself in that moment; she was so much like her mother. Quietly closing the door behind him, Punk wandered over to the master bedroom and stretched out on the bed. He wasn't tired, but he knew he had to attempt to sleep; the idea of sleeping alone wasn't on the top of his list. With Liz traveling with him, he'd become accustomed to rolling over and having her beside him. The last few weeks on the road without her had taken a toll on him and he expected it did the same to her, but he didn't think it was this bad. Letting out a sigh, he rolled over and watched Mia sleeping peacefully on the monitor and smiled. At least one of us is going to get some sleep.
Punk woke up the next morning hearing Mia making little noises. After stretching, he got out of bed and walked across the hallway letting out a yawn as he opened the door.
"How's daddy's girl doing? Did you sleep well? It might be hard to believe but even daddy slept more then three hours!" Mia smiled as Punk talked to her. After getting Louie situated and getting both of them ready for the day, Punk called Shaleine and set-up a day in the park. Getting Mia, Louie, the stroller, diaper bag and everything else together was more work then Punk had bargained for, but after twenty minutes, they were ready to go.
Once they got to the park, Punk went to work setting up the stroller, which was more complicated then he expected. As he struggled, Mia started to cry, which caused Louie to bark and passer bys to stare. Punk stopped for a minute to compose himself before hearing a familiar voice behind him.
"Would you like some help?" Punk smirked at the site of his little sister who had a knack for showing up right when he needed her.
"Yes, help would be appreciated. The kid is screaming, the dog is barking and this god damn stroller is broken."
"I'm sure it's not broken, you just don't know how to set it up."
"Shay I'm telling you I've done everything, the damn thing is broken. Talk about a waste for $250 bucks!" Shaleine shook her head as she went over to the stroller and had it locked in place and ready in less then a minute. "How the hell did you do that?"
"It's a common stroller, pretty much every family I babysitt for has the same one; it's not that complicated, you just need patience."
"Well thank you as you can see I'm new at this."
"You're new at this? Really? I never would have guessed!" Punk glared at his sister's sarcastic remark.
"Will you just make yourself useful and get Mia out of the car please!" Shaleine opened the door and smiled seeing her niece. Leaning down to pick her up she had to laugh at her over dressed appearance.
"I like how your daddy dressed you for a royal tea party for a trip to the park!"
"Hey I heard that! Get off my back, I'm new at this. Besides she looks adorable; then again she is my kid, so she'd look cute regardless what she wears." Punk smirked getting an eye roll from Shaleine. Once Louie was on his leash and Mia was comfortable in her stroller, Punk and Shaleine walked laps around the park before finding a bench in the shade.
"So are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"
"There's nothing to tell, I'm alright, happy to be home with Mia even if it is only for the weekend. She's getting so big already, it really sucks that I'm not home."
"You could change that you know. Not only would it be good for Mia, but it would give Liz a break."
"You're right, but I can't quit right now. There's a limited amount of talent as it is, but I've already told the front office I want to slow down soon; I can't keep going at this speed. As far as Liz goes I don't know what to do or think. She just left without even telling me what was going on. I don't know where her head is right now."
"Punk I don't think she knows where her head is thus she had to get away. I don't understand why she didn't ask for help, Cassie and I both offered over a dozen times, but she was bound to do it herself. Don't give up on her yet, she's a great mom. I think she's just struggling being by herself. Think about it she traveled with you for how many months, then you were together while Mia was in the hospital. She just got used to being with you all the time and you had to leave again."
"That's all true, but I've left you guys and you remained in one piece."
"It's not easy and you're forgetting that Liz's hormones are still going up and down. When you go see her take it easy on her; hear her out, you're usually pretty good at listening."
"I'll try my best, but it won't be easy. I'm not as upset that she didn't talk to me about any of this as I am that she walked out on Mia." Shaleine looked at her niece sleeping in the stroller and smiled.
"Poor Mia…she looks a lot like you, that's not a good way to start out!"
"Screw you Shay because everyone said you looked like me as a baby too, so jokes on you! I happen to think my daughter is the most beautiful baby in the world, but I'm sure you think I'm bias."
"No I'll admit you finally did something right with Mia, she's beautiful and she's incredibly lucky to have two amazing parents."
"Thanks Shay, that means a lot to hear you say that."
Ginger stared at her reflection in the mirror as she let out a deep breath. She was currently getting ready for a dinner date with Colt, something that was supposed to be a good thing, but already she wasn't looking forward to it. She was tired, crabby and had a raging headache, something that she had become accustomed to thanks to the hormone injections.
"Hey babe are you almost ready?" Ginger let out a sigh when she heard Colt yelling from the bedroom.
"Yeah I'll be out in a minute." She waved her hands feeling a hot flash coming on before applying more cover up to mask her deep red cheeks. After slipping on her shoes and grabbing her purse, Ginger reluctantly took Colt's hand as they walked toward the car.
The drive was a quiet one and Colt knew already that the night wasn't going to be pleasant. It didn't matter if he took her out somewhere or if they stayed home and watched a movie, she was moody 95% of the time and he couldn't take much more. His wife, the fun loving red head that loved her son and was a competitive gamer, had become a raging bitch and Colt was pretty sure the hormones were to thank. He stopped the car in front of Tru and handed the valet the keys before walking over to open Ginger's door only to find she had already vacated the car and was inside. Colt took a deep breath reminding himself to stay calm before following her in.
"Reservation for Colton?" Ginger nodded at the hostess as she ushered the two to a quiet table near the back of the restaurant. "Your waiter will be right with you." Ginger quietly perused the menu as Colt thought about starting a conversation. Clearing his throat, he dove in head first.
"Any idea what you're getting?"
"No, I'm not very hungry, so I'll probably just get a salad or something." Colt grit his teeth. He had picked the nicest restaurant and all she wanted was a salad. Using the menu to shield his face, he let out another deep breath to keep himself in check.
"Sounds good, I'm thinking the prime rib." He put down the menu to see Ginger pull out her phone and start texting. He was beyond pissed at this point. Here he was trying to do something nice for his wife and she had the balls to text over a five star dinner that was going to cost him what he made at two Chikara shows. Colt tried to hold his tongue, but after five minutes she was still texting, so he calmly spoke. "Who is so important that you have to text them right now? I'm trying my damndest to treat you to a nice dinner and you're kind of ruining it." Ginger glared at him as she let out an agitated sigh and put her phone away. Who the hell did Colt think he was telling her what to do? He had no idea what she was going through, what her body was going through, just so that he could be happy and get the baby that he wanted so badly.
"If you must know I was checking in on Punk making sure everything was going okay with Mia."
"Are you serious?" Colt balled up his hands feeling frustration course through his body. "As if it's not enough that you took care of their kid for two days now you're texting him while we're out on a date, this is ridiculous!" Ginger was appalled by his reaction taking the napkin from her lap and throwing it on the table.
"The only thing that is ridiculous around here is you! You're acting like a child! Punk and Liz are our friends and they both need help right now, so sue me for trying to step up and act like a friend. The only reason why you're pissed off about all of this is because I wasn't around to take care of your every whim. You're 32 years old Colt and you can't even take care of yourself! I came home to a sink full of dishes and your dirty clothes scattered everywhere! You're not a bachelor anymore, man the fuck up and take some responsibility." Colt licked his lips as he also threw his napkin on the table.
"You know damn well that I care about Punk, Liz and Mia, but you didn't even tell me anything that was going on, I had to call you to find out. As far as being a slob you're right I could do more, but I'm a guy and guys never clean up after themselves. Every since you started this fertility treatment shit you've been nothing but a bitch. You don't appreciate anything I do for you, tonight being a prime example!"
"Face it Colt the real reason that you're pissed off is because you haven't gotten laid in three days! As for the fertility treatments, I only got on them so that you could have what you wanted because clearly you're not man enough to make a kid the old fashioned way!" Colt had heard enough as he got up from the table throwing down money.
"Do me a favor, call me when my wife comes back."
"No you do me a favor and realize you're the person responsible for me being a mess. You know what I'm done, congratulations Scott now you won't have to worry about kids or a wife!" Ginger got up from the table and stormed past Colt to exit the restaurant. Looking around Colt could see people were staring, but he didn't care as he walked out and waited for the car to be pulled around.