A/N: Hey guys! Little fast forward here in this chapter as I feel like there wasn't any need to drag the pregnancy out any further, and I hope no one minded that I skipped the wedding. I've written multiple wedding chapters in previous stories, they all go the same way so I'm sure you'll all survive. Want to get into the drama and angst as I know you guys live for it. Let's do it, and thanks for reviewing!

Congratulations

"Oh, look." AJ announced, dumping her suitcase in the hallway as she picked up a posted card that was sent through their letter box, opening it and reading it, "It's from your old boss in Chicago." AJ told him as he smiled, "I wonder how he found out." She said, abandoning her suitcase along with Punks as she waddled into the living room where he was looking through the other mail.

"Casey probably told him. She was friendly with him. It's how I got the job." Punk said, "It was nice of him to send a card." Punk smiled.

They had just gotten in the door from their week away on their honeymoon. Of course it had to be in driving distance since AJ couldn't fly anywhere, so they went to a villa on the beach in San Francisco. They had gotten married the following week before, just on AJ's eight month park of her pregnancy. They both knew it was going to be a challenge since she was so tired and big, but they made it, and it was a wonderful day with their family and friends. It was small and intimate and just perfect.

They were finally home and back to normality, getting used to married life and unwrapping all the lovely wedding gifts they had received.

"Did you speak to your boss yet?" AJ asked Punk, taking a seat on the couch with exhaustion, laying back and rubbing her belly soothingly. She wasn't extremely huge like Punk was preparing himself for her to be, but she had gotten bigger, and it seemed like she was almost ready to pop.

"Yeah. He said it was no problem to take these next few weeks off. I said that I wanted to be with you in case anything happened with the baby." Punk said, "He was cool with it." He nodded.

"Good." AJ smiled, "The thought of my waters breaking with no one around is enough to give me nightmares." She admitted.

"I'll be there." Punk assured her, "I'm gonna take the suitcases upstairs and unpack. You ok down here?" He asked her as she nodded with a smile.

"I would help you but-"

"But you know I won't let you." He finished for her with a smile, "You get some rest. I won't be long." He told her, leaving her in the living room and hauling the suitcases up the stairs to unpack.

AJ was really loving this married life. Although she really felt not much different besides having an extra ring, she did feel like there was a calm in her life now. A constant. She only wished they could have done more on their honeymoon. Since she was so big, they didn't get out to do much, but the week was filled with dinner on the beach, walks in the cool breeze, lots and lots of making love and they both enjoyed themselves.

She stood up to go open the windows as the house felt really warm, or perhaps it was just her. Either way, she walked over to the window in the living room and opened them up, looking out at the same black car with tinted windows that she'd seen parked across there before. She couldn't tell if there was anyone in it, the windows were too dark and tinted to see, but she found it very strange that it was constantly parked straight across from their house.

She just shook her head anyway and headed away to go get herself a glass of water.

AJ had made the decision to go for a warm hot bath after dinner that Punk had happily made her. She felt like some sort of queen in a castle. He was taking extremely good care of her, and she was almost going to miss being pregnant. But she definitely wasn't going to miss their baby boy kicking at her insides and pressing on her bladder all the time. She was just dying to meet him at this point, and wanted to hold him.

She was two weeks away from her due date. She figured it wasn't long at all. The nine months of waiting had just flew by.

She got out of the bath she had enjoyed very much and got dried, putting her pyjamas on and walking out of their bathroom in their bedroom, chuckling quietly to herself as she seen Punk sitting up against the headboard, fast asleep. He'd been so busy these past few months.

It was a race against time to finish the nursery before the wedding, but with some help from Seth, Dean, Sami and Roman, with of course AJ and Paige supervising, they managed to get it done just in time. She knew he'd be an amazing husband and he certainly had been.

"My poor baby." She whispered, walking over to him with a smile, taking the book from his hand that he was reading, a baby book to her surprise. She knew that he'd been secretly reading things whilst she wasn't around.

She began to slide him down the bed the best she could, not exactly born with the muscles to lift a man like him. In the midst of sliding him down as softly as she could, she felt a sharp pain up the side of her stomach, causing her to collapse on him a little where he woke up suddenly with a fright.

"What? What?" He opened his eyes as he looked around the room, looking up at AJ once his eyes had functioned properly, noticing she was in pain, "What's wrong?" He swung legs round the side of the bed and took her hands in his as she winced.

"I- I don't know… I just… I went to slide you down the bed and… I just felt this pain. Here." She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach where it was sore.

"Is it him kicking? Is he kicking you?" He asked.

"No… no, it's not him." She shook her head, "It's just a pain, I don't know how-" She paused suddenly feeling a river of liquid run down the insides of her thighs and down her legs.

"Oh, shit." Punk noticed and looked up at her, "You uh… you're gonna need to go to hospital, aren't you?" He asked, rather shocked as she just nodded.

"You have to pack me a bag… pack me a bag." She tapped his chest, "I have to go… I have to go wait in the car." She said as he got up.

"You're not going to change?" He asked as she stood in pyjama shorts, a short sleeved t-shirt with a sweater around her.

"I have a baby coming out of me, I don't have time." She held her belly, "Just, hurry up and pack a bag, and… and the car seat. You have to- Oh, God." She grabbed hold of the wall, feeling what she could only assume was a contraction. They sure as hell lived up to the pain she was told about. She'd never felt anything like it, and this was just the beginning.

"Ok ok." Punk made his way to her, rubbing her back as she tilted her head down, focusing on her breathing as he tried his best to keep her calm, even though he was completely freaking out.

"I'm fine." AJ stood back up straight after the contraction passed.

"I'll get everything, don't worry. Just… can you get downstairs ok?" He asked as she just nodded, "Just go wait in the car I'll be seconds." He promised her as she waddled away.

It was 3 in the morning, and AJ was still in labour after her waters breaking at 9pm. She was doped up on gas and air, as well as being given an epidural. Her initial plan was to do it all naturally, but their son was just taking way too long, she couldn't bare it any longer.

Punk was trying to keep her in good spirits, seeing her in so much pain with no progression was killing him. He just wished he could have taken the pain.

"She's gotta be close now." Punk said as the doctor checked AJ who was completely on a different planet, yet still aware of the pain and the situation.

"Five." The doctor smiled sympathetically.

"I can do five." AJ looked up, "I can just… I mean, five centimetres that's huge, right?" She nodded as the doctor shook her head.

"Not for a baby to come out of." She said, "You're doing amazing, April. I promise you, it won't be much longer." She said, "I'll be back soon to check up on you." She smiled, leaving the room as AJ turned to Punk.

"Google ways to make me dilate faster." She tapped him as he laughed, "I feel like I'm dying." She moaned, gripping on the side of the bed as another contraction came.

Punk rubbed her shoulder as he watched the monitor, "Almost done. It's almost done." He told her, listening to her harsh breaths, her knuckles turning white as she clutched onto the side of the bed as hard as she could to deal with the pain, "Ok, a few seconds." Punk said as she suddenly felt the pain linger away, "There you go." He turned to her with a smile.

"Why doesn't he want to come out?" AJ sighed, "Does he not want to meet us?" She almost cried, laying her head back on the pillow as he began to lace his fingers through her hair, massaging her head to keep her as relaxed as possible.

"You know what I think it is?" He asked her, "I think you've made such an amazing home for him in there, he's finding it hard to leave." He said as she smiled.

"You think so?" She smiled.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "I know it's taking some time, but it'll be over soon, I promise." He said, "You're doing so well." He pressed a kiss on her head softly as she just smiled with tired eyes, taking hold of his hand and squeezing it as she felt another contraction come her way.

Another two hours later, a total of eight hours in labour altogether, and AJ had delivered their beautiful baby boy. 6Lbs and 8oz. A perfect little bundle, and just extremely perfect in every way.

After getting him cleaned up, and getting AJ settled, they'd brought him in in a little bassinet to sleep beside AJ for the night, which she just longed for, and it was then when she got a real good look at her son. She had been pretty overwhelmed as soon as they placed him on her chest, and really was on a different planet, now she could see how perfect he was.

"Look at his little hair." AJ whispered, cradling their son in her arms, his velvet, soft wispy strands of hair soft on head, causing her to melt completely. He was a looker definitely. Had green eyes just like his father, but a small little edgy mouth that was made for smirking.

"He's perfect." Punk smiled. He'd never felt pride like it, nor such happiness. It really was an indescribable feeling, especially when he first held him in his arms seconds after he was born. It was such a special time, and his son was just perfect in every way possible. They were extremely lucky and thankful parents.

"Phil." AJ smiled, taking the baby's hand between her finger and thumb, smiling upon him as AJ watched. He was still touched that she wanted to call their son Phil. It really did mean a lot to him, "I love him so much." AJ gasped, surprised at the instant love and connection she felt with their son, looking up at Punk in disbelief as he smiled.

"I'd be worried if you didn't." He joked, "We'll keep him safe." He said, "I promise. I'll keep you both safe." He said, leaning over and pressing a kiss on his wife's lips, pulling back and cupping the back of his son's head, smiling upon him. It felt surreal to have him here now, but life had never been better.

AJ had gotten home from the hospital with baby Phil within the next few days, and had been getting pop in visits from their friends every so often, as well as from Kat and Punk's boss, and also his sister who had flew out as soon as Punk called her to tell her the news.

AJ wondered when things would all calm down, and it appeared to be a week after their son was born. They'd gotten lovely cards from everyone that were still up on the mantel, but finally, they were able to fit into parenthood.

"He's just went down." AJ smiled, coming into the living room holding the baby monitor which picked up sound from their room where Phil was fast asleep in his crib after AJ had just fed him.

"Hopefully he'll sleep tonight." Punk rubbed his eyes. He could have easily went to bed right now. He'd been on the night duty last night. Phil woke up almost every hour of the clock and wasn't letting it easy on his parents, but Punk thought they were doing just fine.

"I think he will." AJ smiled, collapsing down on the couch and leaning into him, "I didn't think it'd be so exhausting." She admitted, "But it's so wonderful. I just… I just love holding him, and feeding him… looking at him." She smiled as he nodded.

"He's fly." Punk admitted, "Kicked me last night already." He laughed. They'd both done equal amount of bonding with their son, and had also been out already on their first walk in the new stroller, to give him some fresh air and to also get out the house themselves. They were doing great, and they were adapting to parenthood very well.

Just as AJ was about to fall asleep against Punk, still clutching the baby monitor, she heard the letterbox go, a letter or envelope falling into the house as she opened her eyes and looked up at Punk, "Bit late for mail." She said.

"It's Sunday." Punk stood up, "Post man doesn't come on Sundays." He said, walking out into the hallway and picking up the envelope which felt like a card, 'April and Phil' wrote on the front of it as he walked into the living room opening it.

"Oh, is it a card?" AJ smiled as Punk nodded, opening it up and looking inside with confusion, "Who is it from?" AJ asked.

"I uh… I don't know." Punk laughed as AJ stood up.

"What?" She shook her head.

"It just says, To Phil and April, congratulations on your new arrival." He said, "Doesn't say who it's from." He said as she studied the writing. Normally she could work out who it was from just from the handwriting, but her mind was blank.

"I couldn't even guess on who it could be from." AJ admitted.

"How can you forget to put your name at the bottom of a card." Punk scoffed, nevertheless walking over to the mantel and putting the card up amongst many other ones.

It was then when AJ thought of something, walking over to the window and peering out the curtains, seeing nothing but an empty street. She just thought for a second it could have made sense. But there was no one there.

"Oh, well." Punk shrugged, "I'm sure whoever it was knows us and just wanted to congratulate us." Punk said as AJ just nodded with a smile, both of them being silenced when the baby monitor AJ was holding began to pick up Phil's cries from upstairs.

"I'll get him." Punk put a hand on her arm softly, walking by her and upstairs to see to his son as AJ collapsed back on the couch. It was bugging her who the card was from. She felt like she knew the handwriting. It wasn't like she had a lot of people that would send her a card, she barely knew anyone, and the same went for Punk, but then it suddenly dawned on her just as Punk came into the living room with Phil in his arms, still crying.

"Your mom." AJ said as Punk took a seat beside her with baby Phil in his arms, being bounced lightly in his fathers arms.

"Nah. She wouldn't have sent a card." Punk shook his head, "And it doesn't look like her writing."

"Casey would have told her." AJ said, "And maybe she didn't want you to know it was from her." AJ shrugged, "I don't know, it's the only thing I can think of right now." AJ admitted, looking down at her so who was still crying, "Oh, baby what's the matter?" She stroked his cheek whilst Punk bounced him as lightly as ever.

"Why is he crying for no reason?" Punk asked.

"There will be a reason." AJ smiled, "He can't be hungry, and it's obviously not sleep he wants." She said, "Try burping him."

Punk nodded, holding his son into his chest and rubbing his back softly in circular notions, suddenly hearing a faint breath of air come from their baby boy, causing Punk to laugh.

"Hey, was that all you needed?" Punk smiled, cradling Phil back in his arms, "You just needed to let one rip, huh?" He couldn't help laugh, watching Phil's eyes shut back over in his arms.

AJ smiled, leaning into Punk as he kept grips on their son. She never knew she could love someone so precious and tiny like their son was. He lit up her world. Her husband and son were her world.

A/N: Do you guys think it was Punk's mom who sent the card? If not, who do you think it is? Thinks will start to unravel real soon, I promise! Stay tuned and REVIEW!