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Punk stayed awake holding AJ all night. He didn't really know anything profound to say to her that would miraculously help this situation they were in. It was more of a shock than anything. He just couldn't close his eyes over, and around 5am, AJ began to stir awake.

AJ woke up, having got a few hours sleep curled in against his body. She couldn't have stood it if he walked out, if he took off in a panic, the fact he was still here and holding her proved to her he would never do such a thing. She didn't suspect him too anyway, but she didn't know how he was feeling at the best of times.

"Did you not sleep?" She looked up at him sleepily. He was wide awake and alert. No sign of him sleeping much.

"I-I couldn't." Punk said truthfully, "My thoughts have been keeping me awake." He admitted truthfully.

"What are you thinking?" AJ asked quietly.

"I'm thinking that I have no idea what to tell you that will make this less scarier than what it already is." Punk said, "I'm thinking that even though it's scary, I think we can get through it. I should have-I should have been more careful. I'm always careful but… with you it was like I just forgot everything… you know what it's like when we're together." He said.

"It shouldn't be a blaming game." AJ said, "It's happened, we can't beat ourselves up about not being careful. It's not like I done much to prevent it either." She said, "It's happened now… we have to deal with it." She nodded.

"You know I'd never make you have a baby you don't want. I'll always support you in what you want to do." Punk said.

"It's not just my baby, is it?" She looked up at him, "What do you want?" She asked him.

"I know I just want you to be happy." Punk said, "And I think we should give it a shot… I mean, is there a good reason why we shouldn't? Besides from being… terrified." Punk whispered to himself, "It's not like I'll have to start saving pennies."

"A baby needs more than money." AJ said.

"A baby needs love. I'm sure we'll be able to do it." Punk said, "I know… I know we've been back together for just three months but… I've known you since we were kids. We aren't strangers to each other."

"I know that." AJ smiled, "It's not the quickness of it all happening that's scaring me it's… the fact that it's going to happen. I would never… give it up or abort it just because I felt like I wasn't ready." AJ shook her head, "This is a life. Might be tiny right now but… it'll grow and become something… someone. I don't wanna be held responsible for taking away a life." She shook her head as he planted a kiss on the top of her head on her hair, "We… We'll be ok, right?" She looked to him.

"I think we'll be fine." Punk nodded, "We'll be ok." He nodded positively. They'd help each other through this. They would do all in their power to make this work, and they were both sure they would make it work. Sure it wasn't planned, but that didn't matter. It was going to happen, and they were going to do their best to be good parents.

The next day, since AJ and Punk were both off from any sort of work, AJ booked an appointment with the obstetrician and the gynaecologist, to see how far along she was and if everything was ok.

She found out she was eight weeks along and since that was rather early, was given an internal scan to make sure everything was alright, which it was thankfully. She then gave some blood for tests, filled in some questions, signed some things and received some guides and books from the doctor herself, all with Punk by her side the entire time. She wasn't convincing anyone that she wasn't scared. She was terrified, but with Punk with her, she didn't feel as scared as she knew she would be by herself.

"There is so much stuff I have to read." AJ said, getting into the car outside in the hospital car park, looking through the books she had been given, "I hate reading anything that isn't a comic." She moaned a little as Punk laughed to himself.

"Well then I'll read them and fill you in." He smiled, putting his seatbelt on as she smiled to herself.

"We-We aren't telling your family just yet, are we?" She asked as he turned to her before pulling out the space, "I know they should know but… I'm still really early. I'd feel more comfortable if it stayed just between us for the next few weeks, until my next appointment." She said.

"That's fine with me." Punk nodded, "I mean… my mom will go crazy, my dad will probably have another heart attack and my sisters will just be in shock for the entire nine months. My mom opted Melissa to have a baby first out of all of us." Punk said.

"Why?" AJ laughed.

"Well she never thought twice about me ever having kids, and Monica is way too focused on her work." He said.

"I think on some level she already knows." AJ said as Punk raised his eyebrows, "When we were over for dinner, I almost threw up in the kitchen. I don't know… something just smelt weird, but obviously it was just because I'm pregnant. She was looking at me all funny and told me to go to the pharmacy. Maybe she just meant for medicine." AJ shrugged, "But I have a feeling she's worked it out." She said as Punk just chuckled to himself, "But… I still think we should keep it to ourselves."

"Whatever you want." Punk nodded, leaning over and kissing her cheek as she smiled, "Now, we have a months worth of reading to go on for." He tapped the books on her lap, "Maybe we should get home and make a start." He said as she smiled with laughed, putting her seatbelt on as he pulled out of the car space and out of the car park.

They spent the rest of the night tucked up on the couch whilst it snowed outside, watching some TV with hot drinks and reading, or at least trying to read some of the pre-natal books AJ had been given at this hospital.

"I'll have to take prenatal vitamins." AJ said as she read along the book whilst lying in between Punk's legs, "Look… look how small the baby is right now." She pointed to the picture in the book as Punk tilted his head.

"Surely not." Punk said, "It's tiny." He said.

"I think it's a boy." AJ smiled to herself, placing the book down after creasing the page to remember where she was at.

"How do you think anything? It's tiny right now." Punk said.

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I've lost instinct." She said, "I think it's a boy." She smiled to herself.

"I don't know what I think yet." Punk admitted truthfully.

"Would you have a preference?" She asked curiously, tilting her neck a little to look up at him as she rested in against his stomach between his legs.

"Healthy." Punk said.

"Oh, nice answer." AJ smiled.

"Thanks." Punk nodded, "I guess a boy would be cool." Punk said, "For me. Not for you."

"Why not for me?" AJ laughed.

"Well that would be like… two of me. That's kinda scary, right?" He said as she laughed.

"I think a mini you would be cute." Punk smiled, "Punk the second." She nodded as he laughed. They found themselves, as time was passing by, becoming more calm about the situation, being able to look on the brightside, being able to actually get excited about it, which was how it should have been. At first they were just a little shocked and scared, not really knowing what to do, but after reassurance from doctors, and with the huge pile of books to read, they were beginning to feel a lot more comfortable, and it was becoming a warm discussion to have.

"Punk the second." Punk laughed, "Watch my dad try get us to call him after him." Punk shook his head.

"I'm not calling my baby Jim." AJ scoffed.

"Well his name is James, April." Punk laughed.

"Not happening." AJ said, "I don't wanna be those parents that stick to traditions and calls the first son after the grandfather. No." AJ said as Punk laughed. She was becoming extremely involved in talking about the baby and he was really loving it.

"Alright, then we'll give him a unique name." Punk said.

"Might not even be a him." Punk said.

"We'll see." AJ smirked just as his phone began to vibrate, ringing on the coffee table as AJ reached over for him to get it, "It's Monica." She said, handing him it as he answered quickly. On nights he had off, it was Monica who ran Exodus, sometimes Melissa too.

"What's up?" Punk asked through the phone, "Are you serious?" Punk asked, "Fuck sake." He groaned as AJ sat up, "I'll be there as soon as I can, alright? Hold the fort." Punk said, hanging up as AJ let him up off the couch.

"What's wrong?" She swung her legs around to dangle off the couch as she sat looking at him putting on his hoodie.

"Someone broke into Exodus and trashed the entire place." Punk shook his head, "We don't have enough barrels to replace them in time either. We're gonna have to shut tonight."

"I can come help-" AJ stood up.

"No, you stay here. It's freezing outside and you should be here resting."

"Phil, don't treat me like a patient." She sighed.

"I'm not. I can figure this out on my own. I don't want you getting involved." He said, "Just sit tight, I'll be back soon, ok?" He said, walking over and kissing her softly as she kissed back, watching him rush off out of the living room and out of the apartment as she sat back down on the couch with a sigh.

"What the fuck happened here?" Punk asked as he walked into Exodus. The chairs and tables were tipped upside down and scattered all over the floor, glasses smashed everywhere, barrels destroyed from underneath the bar.

"I came in to open up and it was like this. The back door was busted open." Wendy, one of the remaining waitresses who hadn't been converted over to Asylum, said.

"You didn't see anyone?" Punk asked.

"No. I just came in and it was like this." She shrugged, "Who would have done this? It's not like they've stolen any money? It's like they've done it for the fun of it." She shook her head.

"There's no money stolen?" Punk asked. He automatically assumed there would be.

"No money stolen." Monica nodded, "Which means someone done this for the fun of it." She folded her arms, already having an idea on who, waiting for Punk to figure it out.

"You said they'd gone in through the back door?" Punk asked Wendy who nodded.

"Yeah, the back door had been busted open." Wendy nodded.

"Either of you check my office?" Punk asked them as the both shook their heads, watching as Punk walked off out of the bar and down the corridor into his office, looking on at the place trashed from back to front.

"Oh my God." Monica said as she caught up with Punk.

It was where Punk kept all the files and passwords for everything. His office was always locked and it looked like the door had been kicked off the hinges.

"Have they took anything?" Monica asked as Punk frantically looked through the failing cabinets whilst she walked over to his desk, looking at the laptop sitting that Punk worked on sometimes, "Uh… Phil." Monica said as Punk turned around, "Your hard drive has been taken from your laptop." He said.

"What?" Punk shook his head, opening up the laptop and turning it on.

"Look, it's been taken out." Monica pointed tot he side of the laptop where there was a large gap, "Was there anything important on there?" Monica asked seriously as she began to see Punk panic.

"All the-All the recording studio cheques. Passwords… everything… everything is on there." Punk ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe this, looking down at the laptop which seemed corrupted, looking to the space where a framed picture of his sisters were, noticing that the framed picture of AJ that sat beside was no longer there.

"I can't believe this." Monica said, beginning to panic, "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"They've-They've took the picture I have of AJ." Punk said, "It sits right here." Punk pointed to the space beside the other frame, "I only put it up last week." He said as Monica paused her hands in her hair.

"It's them." Monica said, "Aaron and Nick."

A/N: Not good. REVIEW and let me know what you think.