Hey guys! How my readers doing? Lol :). Pretty busy week right? Epic Wrestlemania, awesome Monday Night RAW, and school. I didn't have Spring Break :/. Anyways, then juggling my updates on stories, not the most calm week. Lol.

Anyways, today's chapter will contain Punk's reaction on Jericho revealing to the whole WWE Universe that his girlfriend, Kayla, is pregnant. Also Stephanie's reaction on her loss at Wrestlemania 28 and about her daughter's pregnancy. Today's chapter will also give us a closer look at Kayla's pregnancy. And also a little visit from the in-laws! Lol. Hope you enjoy!

Note: Kayla Levesque McMahon is my OC. You guys know who else is my OC. Lol.

CM Punk POV:

The clock read 10:35 A.M. and Kayla was knocked out. She stood up almost the whole night taking care of me even though I told her she should get some rest. But she didn't listen. Now it's my turn to take care of Kayla. I'm better from those hits from Jericho, and I want Kayla to be okay. Plus she would always get up to go to the kitchen to get a snack. Those cravings are really kicking in on Kayla. So is the morning sickness.

"Kay, honey, time to wake up," I told Kayla, who just wrapped the blanket around her and turned around. "Fine then, I guess I'll just eat this chocolate ice cream all by myself," I told Kayla, who immediately got up after hearing me.

"Thank god! I've been CRAVING ice cream!" Kayla told me as I handed her a cup of ice cream.

"You've been craving everything. Crackers, apples, corn, cakes, chicken, melon, chocolate, and the list goes on and on," I told her as I wiped the chocolate off her face. She was eating that ice cream like if she hadn't eaten anything else.

"Can you blame a pregnant woman?" Kayla asked me as she finished the last scoop of ice cream.

"No I can not. So, anything else my shortie?"

"Nah. How about we go watch some TV?" Kayla told me as she bounced off the bed.

"Um... Sure. You seem like you're in a happy mood," I said.

"Yeah for now. Don't be surprised if I'm mad in a few minutes," Kayla told me with a little smirk.

"Don't worry I won't. But let me enjoy these moments of happiness," I told her as I quickly grab her from her back and spun her around like there was no tommorow.

"Easy! Easy! Easy!" Kayla yelled as her luscious dark brown hair got in my face. She started to squirm around my grip that was tightly set around her hips.

"Why? You're having such a great time Mrs. Brooks," I said as I turned her around to face me.

"Mrs. Brooks?" Kayla asked me as she wrapped her hand around my neck and looked straight into our eyes.

"Yeah, at least the future Mrs. Brooks."

"Really? You really want be to be Kayla Brooks?" Kayla asked me as she bit the bottom of her lip.

"I would love that. Kay, you're the first woman that has ever made me say that she's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and be with my child every step of the way. And I know I don't have a diamond ring on me right now, but I just need you to know that I want you to be mine, I want you to be my wife," I told her as I set her down on the floor and brushed her hair away from her face.

"I don't need a ring to say 'I do'. We just need you, me, and a priest. I don't care if I don't have a diamond ring on my finger, a ring doesn't prove love, you do," Kayla said as she slid the too of her head on bottom of my chin.

"Oh Kayla, that's why I love you."

"Aw, I know," Kayla told me with a little glow in her eyes.

"Alright, sorry to inform you late, but we are going to have visitors."

"Visitors?"

"Yeah. My sister and my aunt," I answered Kayla, who's hazel eyes widen.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I need to get ready! And maintain my nausea!" Kayla yelled as she started searching for clothes.

"Don't worry Kay, they don't know your pregnant, nobody does, expect Kelly Kelly," I said, and at that moment, Kayla stopped her actions.

"Um... About that..."

"What?"

"Punk..." Kayla was going to answer me up until the door bell rang, which caused Kayla to sprint to the bathroom with clothes in hand. What was she going to tell me... Oh well...

Stephanie POV:

"Dad, what are you talking about?" I asked my father who sat on his desk, infuriated like never before.

"You didn't watch RAW Stephanie?"

"No. Why would I? To see Kayla soak up on her victory over me? No thanks, I'll pass," I answered my father as I sat down on a chair across his desk.

"I don't think Kayla was all that happy Steph."

"Why wouldn't she be? Oh my gosh, please tell me CM Punk broke up with her!" I asked my father as I jumped out of my seat with hope.

"No Stephanie, I don't think they'll ever..."

"What? Why?" I yelled as I stood up in my feet, full of anger and confusion. At that moment, my dad turns his laptop screen for me to see. The web page headlined... "WWE Diva Champion, Kayla Levesque, is pregnant!" What?

"No! This has to be a lie!"

"It's not Stephanie, Jericho revealed it on RAW and Kayla confessed it was true. Stephanie, my little granddaughter is gunna be a mom," I heard those words I've dreaded all my life.

"No dad! It can't be! I taught Kayla better! Dad... She's following my footsteps," I said as I sat back down. I never wanted Kayla to be pregnant this early. Especially without being married. I got pregnant of Kayla without being married to Hunter and we didn't have that much dating... Just like Kay and Punk. God dammit! Why?

"Steph, I know Kayla, and even though I don't like the idea of my little granddaughter being pregnant of... CM Punk, I think we all know... Even you... That Kayla is a responsible young woman and she'll be a great mother," my father told me.

"I don't know dad, I don't know! I don't Punk with my daughter!" I yelled at him as I slammed my fist on the desk. Which my dad didn't like one bit.

"Well you're going to have to deal with it! Because I'm telling you right now Stephanie, I'm not going to see my granddaughter alone and as a single mother! No way in hell Stephanie!" my father yelled at me as he too slammed his wrist on the desk.

'We'll see about that!" I yelled as got up from my seat and stormed out of my father's office.

Kayla POV:

That was close. I hadn't told Punk about the whole Jericho thing. I don't want him to do something stupid that could get him in trouble.

Voices interrupted my thoughts. Crap, they're here. I quickly slid on my strapless knee high floral dress, a beige belt, a white vest, and my low top Converse. I know, I could wear my flats, but none of them fit my dress. I then just accessorize my hair with a beige colored bow that fit perfectly in the right side of my head. Ok, all ready...

As I made my way to the living room doorway, I heard a female whisper to Punk...

"Where is she?"

"She's..." Punk was going to answer the female up until his eyes reached sight of me. "She's right here," Punk said as he got up from the couch and walked towards me. "Aunt Romana, Shaliene, this is Kayla," Punk introduced his aunt and his sister to me. But before I could even say 'hi', we heard a knock on the door.

"Um... I'll get it," Punk said as he walked towards the door. I noticed Punk's aunt, Romana, start to stare at me in a strange way.

"PHIL!" a heard a screeching female voice yell out. I then turn to the door's direction and see a blonde haired you g woman jump out and hug Punk.

"Um... Carlie, what are you doing here?" Punk asked apparently Carlie as he had a confused expression in her face.

"Your Aunt Ramona invited me," Carlie answered Punk. I then turn to Ramona's and Shaliene's direction. Ramona looked incredibly happy, while Shaliene looked mad at the sight of Carlie.

"Yes I did. Phil, you know, Carlie has such polite manners, not like someone here," Ramona told Punk. It didn't take a detective to know she was talking about me.

"Aunt Ramona, Kayla was interrupted by Carlie!" Shaliene yelled.

"There Shaliene. But Aunt Ramona, Shaliene is right, Kayla was interrupted by Carlie," Punk told his aunt and younger sister.

"Ok! Who the hell is Kayla?" Carlie asked. "Turn around and you'll see her," I said as I crossed my arms across my chest. Carlie then turns to see me.

"I don't see much," Carlie told me, which caused me to walk towards her. I think Punk noticed I was going to Kay Kick her head off and went between us.

"Kay, calm down please," Punk told me as he put his hands on top of my shoulder.

"Phil, who is this?" Carlie asked him as she put her hand on her hip.

"Carlie, this is Kayla, my girlfriend," Punk informed Carlie as he put his arm around me. Carlie's smile quickly fades away.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a girlfriend..." Carlie said in a sad tone.

"Well, I am. Um... Punk can I talk to you in... Private?" I asked him as I looked at him.

"Sure, we'll be back," Punk said as he walked me towards our room. Right when we were inside, I let all my anger out.

"Ok! Who the hell is Carlie?" I yelled.

"Kay, chill. She's a friend."

"I don't think she sees you as a friend!"

"I know she doesn't. Kayla, she's always had a thing for me, since we were in high school. I never liked her, but my Aunt Ramona always did. I think it's her life long goal is to see Carlie and I together, even though that'll never happen," Punk answered me. No wonder she doesn't like me.

"Yeah, it better not," I told him as I poked his shoulder.

"Kay, you know I love you and only you. And get ready, because I don't think my Aunt Ramona and Carlie are going to take it good when they hear you're pregnant," Punk told me.

"Um... Punk... About that..."

"What?"

"We're not the only ones that know I'm pregnant..."

"What? Who else knows?" Punk asked me.

"The whole WWE Universe..." I answered him as I looked down at my Converse.

"What? How?" Punk asked me as he raised up my chin with his fingers.

"Promise me you won't get mad."

"I promise..."

"When I was ending my segment, Jericho came out..." I was telling Punk up until he stopped me.

"Enough said. I'm going to fuck up that fucking idiot!" Punk yelled out.

"Punk you promised me you won't get mad! Please calm down," I told him as I stopped him and ran my fingers through his hair.

"How can I calm down shortie, I can't let that fucking idiot get away with it!" Punk yelled, which startled me. "I'm sorry shortie," Punk told me. I guess he noticed he startled me.

"Punk, he didn't get away with it."

"What do you mean?"

"My dad knocked him out cold," I answered Punk, who's lips formed a slight smirk.

"Well that's good. But I still wanna be the living hell out of him," Punk told me as he fixed my unbuttoned vest by buttoning it up. "But I'm not, just because you told me not too. I don't want you to get bad, so I won't," Punk told me as he brushed the piece of hair on top of my lips and then connected his lips to mine. I felt as if we were the only two people in the world, but I then realized we weren't.

"Ok, ok, ok," I mumbled in between the kiss that I tried to depart from, but Punk always knew how to trap me back into it. "Punk... Punk... Punk... They're visitors," I told him, still mumbling in between our kiss. And after one last tongue twist, Punk finally departed his lips from mine. "Oh you know you liked that," Punk told with a smirk as he walked out the door, and he was wrong. I didn't like that... I loved it. I then followed Punk's footsteps just to enter an empty living room.

"I guess they got tired of waiting," I told Punk as I leaned on the doorway. Punk then reached for his iPhone. "What happened?" I asked him.

"A text from my sister Shaliene," Punk answered me.

"What does it say?"

""Hey Phil, sorry we left, Aunt Ramona and Carlie got impatiently bitchy and made us leave. Sorry I wasn't able to firmly meet Kayla, but I will someday. Talk to you soon," Punk read me Shaliene's text as he walked towards me. "See, I told you we shouldn't have hurried. But no! Oh Kayla, you gotta admit, that was one hot kiss," Punk told me as he winked at me and pulled me close to his chest.

"Yeah... It was," I told him as I threw my hand around his neck and raised up my head to reach eye contact.

"So, why don't we finish unfinished business?" Punk told me as he connected his pierced lips to my lips and his tongue wasted no time in asking permission inside, in which I accepted. I had no other choice, and even if I did... I still would have accepted. I felt as if an explosion went off somewhere. And once again, it was as if we were the only two people in this whole universe, not caring about what anybody else thought or did. It was just Punk & I, and of course... Our baby... A perfect family...

Oh, just so many problems for Kay and Punk. So many. Aunt Ramona sure doesn't like Kayla, but sister Shaliene sure does. Lol. How bout Stephanie? She sure doesn't change. But it seems as if Vince did. But you guys now how Vinnie Mac could be ;). Lol. Who else felt like punching Carlie in the face? I know I did! Lol.

Next chapter will of course be about Monday Night RAW! Duh! Lmao :)

Well, hope you enjoyed :)! 'Till next time! Love y'all! :)