It had been a few months since RAW 1000 and Punk was now the most hated guy in the company, as well as April being the general manager. So far, Punks worries about getting his bus tyres slashed, or getting spied on twenty four seven were just that, they were just worries in the back of his mind. Everything was going fine and he realised he might have overreacted a little bit.

"I can't believe you went and done it." April said, storming past him on the bus and walking into the bedroom.

"They wanted me to… c'mon it isn't that bad." Punk said, following her into the bedroom.

"You look terrible." She moaned, folding her arms and looking up at him.

"I'm meant to look terrible." He laughed.

"No… you look bald and ugly and… I don't like it." She pouted with a childish sigh. His hair was all gone, not one strand left of it on his head. Since WWE were pushing him with his two character, they wanted him to have a new look. Punk agreed since he was getting fed up of his hair these days, it was always in the way.

"But you still love me." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his head into her neck and tickling her ribs, hearing her giggle contagiously. It was like angels singing to him.

Somehow she collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles with him on top, still tickling her and blowing down on her neck, kissing every now and then.

"Tell me I look sexy." He chuckled in her ear.

"No…" She chuckled, feeling him tickle her faster, finding it hard for her to get her breath from all the laughing she was doing.

"Tell me…" He laughed at her laugh.

"Alright alright…" She gasped in chuckling notion, "You look sexy…" She chuckled, taking her hands and trying her best to keep his away from tickling her.

Punk stopped tickling her and reached down, kissing her deeply and making a deliberate loud sound to it, pulling back and jumping off the bed, walking back through the bus to the front, leaving April lying on her back on the bed to catch her breath.

Later that night…

After the house show that they were scheduled to do later that night was done, Punk and April were back on the bus and on the road again. Throughout the night, April had been getting headaches on and off, she put it down to lack of sleep, dehydration and the loud music and bright lights at the shows, but the headache never seemed to shift and kept coming back, even after taking some pain killers. Punk even let her lay her head on his lap while he massaged her head, but nothing was shifting it.

Punk was beginning to worry about her, every time he saw her stand up, she looked like she was about to fall back down. He understood she had been really busy these past few months, but he didn't expect her to be like this. Maybe she was just coming down with something.

After both of them going to bed, he heard her get up to the toilet countless times, throwing up whatever was left in her stomach, he was almost convinced he was hearing her bang her head off of the toilet wall.

He took matters into his own hands and asked the driver to go to the nearest hospital, realising that April might have had something really wrong with her. He tried not to think of the worst just yet.

Once he got her out of the bus and into the hospital, they took her into a separate room to examine her and take some blood tests, he put it down to possibly being food poisoning or just a really bad flu. Either way, it was something he was going to help her get through anyway.

While he sat outside in the waiting room, flicking through magazines, boring himself to tears, April sat in the doctors room after having her blood pressure and blood taken, being asked a million and one different questions.

"Ok…" The doctor smiled as she came back into the room with the tests that they managed to do there and then, since it was 4am, things were pretty quiet and easy to get done quicker, "Good news is, you're fine, no flu, no food poisoning… but, Miss Mendez… You did tell me there wasn't a chance of you being pregnant, didn't you?" The doctor said, looking across at April.

"No… there isn't… I'm on the pill." She said.

"Well, if you need me to check again I will, but it looks to me like you're pregnant." The doctor said, looking across at April, her face staring blankly at her, "I know that isn't something you'd normally like to hear at 4am, but… I'm going to give you a pregnancy test. There's a bathroom just there. Just to be sure." She said, handing April over the box.

April just took it with a shaking hand. Right about now was where she needed to wake up from this terrifying nightmare. She walked slowly into the bathroom and closed the door over, leaning her head against the door.

Later that night…

"So what? It's nothing?" Punk said as he sat down on the couch once they got back on to the bus, "All they headaches were just to do with nothing." He said, raising his eyebrow at her.

"She just said it was to do with my period." April lied, watching him cringe and shut up about the situation after hearing the word period.

"Alright, speak no more." He said, "Are you sure you're ok? You're acting a little strange." He said, looking strangely at her.

"I'm fine." She said, "Really." She smiled sweetly, "I'll be in, in a minute." She said as he just nodded and walked on into the bedroom.

April sat down on the couch slowly and ran her hands over her face and through her hair. Her whole world had just crumbled from beneath her, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened to her, especially at such a crucial time of her career, where she was just starting to get that spotlight she always dreamed of. There was no way she was giving up everything she had worked for, everything she had spent her whole life working for, just to have a baby that she didn't even want.

She cursed herself at that thought. She didn't mean it like that. She just… didn't want to be in this position at the moment, she never thought she would be in this position until a long way away in the future. Everything that was going on in her life had just come to a complete stand still and would be for the next nine months, perhaps more, perhaps forever.

Then there was him. Of course this wouldn't affect his career, well not nearly as much as hers, but it still sure as hell would affect his life, how was she even meant to begin to tell him. She questioned herself on how this could have happened, yeah she knew they hardly ever used protection, but she was on the pill. But that didn't matter now, the point was she was pregnant with a baby and she was scared to death.

She sank down on the couch and put her hand over her head. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. She was on her way to the top, she was climbing that ladder and now she was going all the way back to the start. Was it fate? Was she just meant to get pregnant? Was that someone's way of telling her she should just be a stay at home mom whilst her boyfriend goes out and is successful? She didn't know.

She couldn't even put into words what she was going to say to Punk, how she was going to tell him, when, where. She was scared to death. What if he got scared and up and left her, what if he didn't want this or what if he did. No matter what, wither he wanted the baby or not, both options were still terrifying her.

"April…" Punk groaned from the bedroom.

"I-I'll be in, in a minute." April said in a soft tone, standing up off the couch and standing still in the one position. She felt like her whole life had just been ruined within a short amount of time. She had no idea how she was going to cope with any of this. She didn't sign up to be a mom. Not at this point in her life.

I don't even know. I was lost and stuck for ideas on where to take this story. Don't worry, I'm going to try and make things different, not your typical pregnancy AJ/Punk story. I'll try twist and swerve things a little to not make it so boring because I know some of y'all find it boring, but I was just so out of ideas. Using this topic of AJ being pregnant has gave me tons of ideas, so keep reading for more. Thank you for the REVIEWS so far, also.

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