"April, there's no heartbeat." The doctor realeased the probe from AJ's stomach, "I'm afraid you've lost the baby."
In that moment AJ had to deal with finding out she was pregnant, and finding out that she had lost the baby. She didn't know where to look. She didn't think she could be so heartbroken over something she only found out about a few minutes ago. It still hurt. It was still painful to realise that she could have had her own baby, but wasn't given the chance.
"You must have landed hard on your stomach." The doctor said, "I'm terribly sorry. Your young, you have your health. In a couple of months you can try again." The doctor said, trying to make things sound a little bit better, knowing herself that wasn't possible, "I'll give you both a minute." She told them, leaving the room to give AJ and Punk some space.
Punk hadn't let go of AJ's hand, he was scared to. He didn't know what to do or what to say. AJ looked like she'd seen a ghost, she was still and emotionless, too heartbroken to even shed a tear. It wasn't what he wanted, both of them didn't expect to have a family so quick, but that didn't mean he wanted AJ to lose the baby.
"It's going to be ok." Punk told her, holding her hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb against the top of her soft hand. She stared at him blankly. She was speechless, still not really having processed what had happened.
Later that night...
Punk had still yet to hear AJ speak. Since she had only suffered from a fractured elbow and the tragic obvious, she was allowed to go home to her own comforts. Max had sensed something was wrong in the car journey home. His brother and AJ weren't making any conversation, Punk was turning round every so often to look at her, about to speak up and then holding his breath. Max didn't want to ask, but he could tell something was wrong.
Once they finally go home, AJ accepted the help Punk was giving her to go up the stairs in the apartment block, Max walking on ahead. She felt cold and shivery. It killed him to see her like this.
AJ carefully and slowly managed to reach their floor, with Punks help and couldn't wait to get inside to her own home where she felt safe. She was cold, she was in pain, she was heartbroken and upset, and this... was exactly how her father made her feel before. Anytime he was near her, something bad or tragic happened. She put fault on him for the loss of her baby. He was the one that pushed her back, regardless of him being caught up in trying to defend himself against Punk, he was the one that still pushed her, and she blamed him.
"Do you want something to eat? A drink?" Punk asked AJ who just shrugged, not really giving him an answer. She didn't really want anything other than to be left alone. This emotional pain was something she'd never experienced before.
"AJ... you gotta speak to me." Punk said helplessly, not really knowing what to do since he seemed to be being ignored.
"I'm going to bed." AJ whispered, walking ahead into their bedroom slowly and shutting the door behind her. He didn't have a clue what to do, she was hiding herself and her emotions away from him. At this point he wanted her to cry in his arms, because it seemed to him that she was refusing to accept what had happened, and she couldn't go on like that.
"What's wrong with her?" Max spoke from behind Punk as he turned around.
Punk didn't know what to do with his brother, he knew he had a right to know, he was old enough to understand. "AJ... she's..." Punk hesitated, running his hands through his slicked back hair, "She lost a baby... when she fell downstairs." Punk told him.
"I didn't even know she was pregnant." Max said with confusion.
"Neither did we." Punk told him, "She just needs her space right now. She'll be ok." Punk reassured Max who just nodded, disappearing into his room to let his brother and AJ have the space he assumed they'd need.
Punk wasn't sure wether to go into their room and have AJ speak to him and understand what was happening, or for him to just sit out in the living room and wait until she was ready to speak. He couldn't leave her alone to suffer this pain, he too was heartbroken and needed someone to hug.
He walked into their bedroom, seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed with her head down. Of course he was hurting, but it was her body that would have to feel the effects of everything. He couldn't imagine how she was feeling.
"Hey, you ok?" Punk closed their door over tightly, walking over towards her and sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her, feeling her head rest on his shoulder.
"I feel so empty." She said. Tears couldn't justify her pain at this point, "Why am I so upset over something I only had for a few minutes." She sighed, feeling Punk wrap his arm around her.
"Things will get better." Punk told her, "I promise."
"It's his fault." AJ said, "If he hadn't pushed me..." She shut her eyes.
"No... I shoudn't have been so agressive with him. I just, I saw him and..."
"This isn't your fault." She said immediately. She couldn't blame anyone but her father. Everytime he was around her he just caused her pain and hurt and sadness.
"Do you want me to... call your mom, get her to come out and see you?" He asked, figuring she'd want a hug from her mothr at this awful time.
"Yeah." AJ nodded, "Don't tell her on the phone, just tell her to come out." AJ asked, biting her lip as she felt a warm tear run down her cheek. She wouldn't wish this feeling upon her worst empty. She felt so ripped and empty. Even if she only knew about their baby for a few short moments, it didn't mean it would be any less painful being told she had lost it.
"We can overcome this. I'll take a few days off work to stay home with you." Punk said, hearing silence from AJ as he looked down, her shoulders shaking as she silently cried, "April." Punk paused, feeling her wrap her arms around him, burying her head into his chest as her cries became louder. She wasn't in shock anymore, she knew what was going on. She'd lost the first child she'd ever became pregnant with. She'd lost a chid that would have been loved and cared for so much. She'd never felt more upset and empty in her entire life.
"Shh. It's ok." Punk rubbed her back to soothe her, holding back his own tears. It was enough having to deal with this tragedy, but seeing and hearing AJ so upset and broken was even harder.
AJ eventually fell asleep in their bed, taking a while to settle her tears down, eventually giving in to sleep. Punk left her in their dark room to get some rest after the awful day she'd had, walking out of their bedroom and shutting the door behind him.
He contacted the gym to ask for a few days off due to family problems, the guys at the gym gave him the time off with no problem. He then proceeded to go on and phone Sandra, not giving away anything, just telling her that AJ needed her right now. He could tell she sounded worried on the phone so he reassured her that eveything was ok.
He figured Max would be hungry, so he made his way towards his room, tired eyes hanging low after the exhausting and tragic day he'd had, pausing as he began to walk into Max's room, opening it wide and seeing the room empty.
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