"What?" Punk asked her to repeat, sitting up to face her more closely, looking into her serious eyes, not sure if he heard her right.

"I want to get married." She hugged her arms and smiled at him, "I want to be your wife." She said.

Punk took a silent deep breath, running his hands through his hair and looking at her, she was so beautiful, of course he wanted to marry her, but he didn't think there was any rush, "Don't you want to wait a while? You've just got better, we've just found each other again. There's no rush in anything, we have all the time in the world." He stroked her arm lovingly.

"So you don't want to get married?" She looked at him, feeling so embarrassed with herself.

"Of course I do, April. I can't wait to marry you. I just don't think we should jump into anything. Let's just settle down to the house, find new jobs, I promise you… there will be plenty time to get married." He smiled, leaning over and placing a kiss on her nose.

"I just thought… since we're together again… I don't know. It was stupid to ask you, I'm sorry." She shook her head in embarrassment, feeling him wrap his arm around her and pull her into him.

"It wasn't stupid. It'll happen sooner than you think. I just don't want you straining yourself when you've just got better, same for me too. I promise that when the time comes, it'll be the most perfect and beautiful day ever." He smiled, watching her nod in understandment with a small smile, pecking his lips and leaning back down on the blanket with him, lying on his chest.

"Have you always thought about getting married?" Punk asked her, running his fingertips up and down her arm softly as she curled into him, his body like a hot, warm, fluffy cushion that she never wanted to stop cuddling.

"Not until I met you." She admitted, "I never thought I would meet someone like you, someone worth marrying." She smiled, "Same with having kids." She shrugged, an awkward pausing overcoming them as they sat in silence.

AJ broke the tension, "Our baby would be nearly born." She whispered as she felt his body go stiff.

"Has that been nine months already?" Punk let out a deep sigh.

"Near enough." AJ nodded, "I feel so guilty." She admitted.

"Don't be stupid. We weren't fit to look after a kid, you weren't fit to carry it. We done what we had to do." Punk said, continuing to run his fingertips up and down her arm.

"Yeah." AJ agreed quietly, continuing to lie into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, smiling to herself, so glad to be here with him.

"If you want…" Punk suggested… "You don't have to work." He said as he watched her look up in confusion.

"Of course I need to work." AJ laughed.

"Well it's not as if we have a mortgage, this place is bought." He said, "You could be one of those stay at home wives." He smiled down to her.

"What? Cleaning up after your mess?" She chuckled as he sat up with her, looking at her.

"You don't have to work if you don't want to. I can imagine…" He took her hands in his, "You know… me coming home from work, all dirty and tired, you and our children sleeping, our son in beside you because you felt lonely, our daughter… so small and precious in her cot. And… you've left me a little note on the kitchen counter with leftovers from dinner, just something like, 'I love you.'" He smiled, "Sorry… was I rambling?" He scratched the back of his head.

"That's beautiful." AJ smiled, almost feeling a small tear build in her eyes, "Is it really going to be that simple?" She asked him.

"Yeah. If you want it to be." He nodded.

"I want all of that. I want to have this amazing life with you." She smiled.

"And you will. I promise. The day you stop being happy will be the same day they bury me six foot under. We're going to be so happy here, April." He said, watching her as she leaned over to face him closely.

"I know we will." AJ nodded, pressing her lips against his as they tumbled back over, keeping their lips locked and their hands on each other.

The next day…

"So you're really serious about me not working?" AJ asked Punk as she walked into the kitchen where Punk was standing.

"Yeah. I mean, if you want to work that's fine. But it isn't necessary." He told her, "I have things covered." He smiled to her as she balanced her weight on one hip, putting her hands on her hips and smiling up at him.

"And what about when we need to add an extension to this house, do you think you'll be earning enough money to do that?" She asked him.

"I'm a hard working guy. We'll be fine." He said, leaning over and kissing her head, "I promise." He said as she smiled up at him.

"I'll get lonely and bored here." She frowned, coming to think of it, realising that she would be alone for the majority of the day while Punk went out to work.

"I'm sure you'll be able to humour yourself for a few hours. I don't know… decorate the house, take up knitting, go for a nap…" He shrugged.

"Are you trying to make me into an old lady?" She shook her head.

"You can't be an old lady." Punk shook his head, feeling her wrap her arms around him, looking up at him with an irresistable smile.

"Why's that?" She whispered.

"That smoking hot body of yours wouldn't pass as an old lady." He grinned her way as she laughed, leaning her forehead against his chest.

"And you won't be getting anymore of that smoking hot body if you keep making old lady references." She warned him as she pulled away from him.

"Alright…" He put his hands up in innocence, "No more references." He smiled and watched her as she giggled walking away, her hair swaying from side to side as she walked out of the kitchen. She was the most perfect, prized possession he had ever had, he couldn't afford to hurt, lose or break her.

Within the next few weeks…

The weeks were slowly but surely tumbling by one by one and life had never been so sweet. Punk had humoured the boys at the garage and managed to get his job back that he had to abruptly quit when he was put back in hospital.

AJ done what she thought was best and stayed at home, sometimes going out of course to maybe the mall or going grocery shopping, but she enjoyed having all of this free time to herself, not to mention having a wonderful boyfriend coming home to her.

They'd fitted into a routine, they'd wake up together, AJ would make them breakfast, they'd sit outside in the porch and watch the sun come up, Punk would then leave for work, planting many kisses on her lips and heading out to get the days work over, not minding it really, he was surrounded by a cool bunch of guys in a good environment for his health. AJ would busy herself around the house, maybe take a walk, tidy, watch a few movies, shamefully taking a nap sometimes, but definitely not knitting.

She was surprised at how quick the day went in doing nothing, before she knew it, Punk would be home and she'd be making dinner, listening to his day while she then told him about hers. They'd end the night with a walk along the lake and a movie in front of the fire with a tub of ice cream.

"Did you have a good day today?" Punk asked her, curled on the sofa with her, the TV flashing images in the distance as they both watched, cuddling into one another.

"Yeah." She nodded with a smile, "I'm really tired. Can we just go to bed?" She asked as he nodded and switched the TV off, standing up and turning all of the lights off, going back over to the couch and scooping up AJ in his arms, walking into their bedroom and shutting their room door with his foot, putting her down as she smiled and walked round to her side, getting into bed and watching him strip.

"It's freezing in here." Punk shivered, quickly getting under the covers and hugging his arms around AJ from behind, spooning her and burying his head into her neck, the amazing scent of hair twitching his nose.

AJ waited until Punk was fast asleep, turning her head and looking at him behind her, his eyes shut and his breathing soft and deep. She opened her bedside drawer slowly and lifted out the small, soft baby grow from it, the baby grow that Punk had bought before she aborted their child. Being as quiet as she could, she looked at it and smiled, taking his lifeless hand while he slept that was placed at her hip and moving it to her flat stomach that wasn't as empty as he thought.

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