She lay on her back in their bed, her hand cupping the back of his head as he leant down to her stomach, whispering sweet nothings to their unborn child that she could barely make out. She was still terrified about everything, she knew WWE wouldn't be happy with their number one diva leaving for nine months or possibly more because their number one heel and champion had got her pregnant.

"I miss your hair." She moaned, he wasn't completely bald but he had very little hair on his head and she didn't like it one bit.

Punk just chuckled as he moved back up her naked body and lay beside her, "I'll grow it in for the baby coming." He whispered in her ear, hearing her laugh and turn round to him.

"Where are you finding all this calmness from?" She asked. She was still taken back by how normal he was acting around the situation.

"Trust me, I'm screaming on the inside… I just think we should look on the bright side, this is a human being me and you have created, yeah we might not have meant it, but we did it and in nine months it's going to be breathing and sleeping and blinking it's eyes and it's going to have a little bit of me, mixed with a little bit of you in it… For once wrestling won't be my number one priority, you and the baby will, fuck media days and morning show appearances, all the off days and free time I get, it's going to be here at home with the both of you, I'm not going to be a dad that see's their kid an hour before they go to bed at night." He said, watching her smile and stroke his cheek sweetly, "I know what it's like to have a shit father, it feels horrible, I wouldn't wish it upon any kid, especially not my own. I'm not saying we're going to be perfect parents, but we'll do our best." He said as she nodded in agreement.

"And what about our relationship, what are we going to say?" She asked, watching him take a deep breath.

"We're going to say that it's no one's business but ours." Punk said, bluntly.

April just nodded and lay her head on his shoulder,"And you realise the baby is due around Wrestlemania time…" April said, looking up at him.

"You didn't tell me that…" Punk said, looking down at her.

"Well it's September right now, another six months is Wrestlemania, I'm due on the 9th of April…" She said.

Punk just shook his head, "We'll think about it nearer the time, for now… you're going to be resting and eating and being lazy." He smiled down to her.

"Phil… I need to get back on the road and talk to Vince about…"

"I'll have it covered, I'll speak to him… I don't want you travelling at all. You're going to stay here and unpack the boxes I'll get transferred from your house in Tampa." Punk said.

"You just have everything planned out, don't you." She laughed, pecking his lips quickly.

He just smiled at her and kissed her head. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure she was happy and healthy, as well as their baby.

A few weeks later…

Throughout the next few weeks, April had been very busy in Punks house in Chicago, all her belongings and clothes had been boxed up and sent over to the house where she had unpacked the majority of everything, having fitted in well to the house. She'd also began to stock up on a few baby items, diapers, blankets, teddies… stuff that could be bought for a boy or a girl, which they would find out what it was next month.

Punk had also ordered a crib and other baby furniture, a changing table, drawers, book shelf etc for the baby's room.

He had to admit, being away from April and leaving her in the house alone scared him a little, so he called Colt to check up on her every now and then, to make sure she was ok, which she always was, either eating or looking through baby books. She missed Punk while he was on the road but having the stress took off her from dealing with WWE and everyone talking about her being pregnant was good, she was well out of everyone's eye sight and she was happy, that was all Punk needed to know.

He'd spoke to Vince about the Wrestlemania thing and to his surprise he was very understanding. Punk stated that the last thing he needed was to miss the birth, so Vince planned to give him a lighter schedule round Wrestlemania time, no appearances or house shows, just RAWs. Punk was satisfied with that and agreed.

Now that their relationship was open for everyone to know about, he felt like his twitter mentions had got a lot more cruder, backstage had become a lot more awkward and his opponents had become a lot more stiff with him in the ring. He didn't understand why it was such a big deal to people.

It was the night before his birthday and he had got home late, coming in to find April still up and lying up on the couch, reading a magazine with the TV on in the background. He liked the feeling of her living with him permanently, her belongings fit in perfectly with his and not to mention Colt had started to help build stuff for the baby's room.

"Hey." She smiled, putting the magazine down and smiling, glad to see him, watching him come over and plant a kiss on her head.

"How are you?" He said, finding himself asking her that a lot lately.

"We're fine." She smiled, looking down at her tiny, yet visible bump. She never thought she would ever be calm about this, but she was and she felt like she was always smiling, even when Punk wasn't home and that was a good thing.

"I've missed you." Punk said, sitting down on the edge of the couch, moving her legs over slightly.

"We missed you too." She said, finding herself always talk like the baby was born, using the term we and not I all of the time.

She was now four months and was going through that horny stage most woman went through in pregnancy, having her man not with her all of the time, she sometimes found herself having to touch herself just because she was that horny.

"How's the room looking?" He asked her.

"Good. Colt's been round almost every day this week adding to it." April smiled. Pleased with how sweet the baby's room looked, as soon as they found out the sex of the baby, they could start getting clothes right away which April was excited for the most, "Phil…" April said, looking across to Punk, watching him turn away from the TV and look at her.

All this time on her own had really got her thinking about things, thinking about the life she wanted to give her son or daughter.

"Yeah?" Punk said, looking across to her.

"I really want our son or daughter to have grandparents, uncles, aunties, cousins…" She said, looking at him laugh slightly.

"Well then you can go sort things out with your mom and dad, because mine are out of the question." He said.

April sat up, "But don't you want to just bury the hatchet, let them meet your son or daughter…"

"No April, I don't…"

"Don't you think they'd be proud of you?" She said, looking at him.

"April, let's just stop talking about this." Punk suggested, clearly not making himself clear as April continued to go on.

"Don't you think our child deserves to know their grandparents, it's uncle, cousins, second cousins, I mean… they could help out while we're back on the road, I mean there isn't really…"

"April!" Punk shouted, watching her jump, "We are done talking about this." He said, standing up from the couch and walking away upstairs.

April just ran her hands through her hair. Maybe she came on a little too sudden with the topic of his parents, but over the weeks she had been thinking about how it would be nice for her child to have its grandparents around. With her parents living in Puerto Rico, she figured maybe Punks parents would be somewhere around in Chicago but by the looks of things, Punk wasn't going anywhere near his parents.

She stood up from the couch, walking over to the staircase and slowly walking up, finding him standing outside the baby's unfinished room, leaning against the door.

Punk felt her stand beside her and he quickly realised he owed her an apology for shouting, "Sorry… I didn't mean to shout at you." He said, not looking at her, looking around at the baby's room. It felt so strange to realise in a short amount of time, the baby would be here and sleeping in this room.

"No… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take you by surprise with that, especially when you've just got in the door and your birthday is tomorrow. I just… I've been thinking these past weeks about once I'm ready to go back to wrestling after the baby is born, thinking about how much easier it would be to know our child is in safe hands in a safe home, instead of having to take him or her on our noisy bus."

"My mom and dad will not keep our baby safe, April…" Punk said, "They done a horrible job of looking after me, I wouldn't dare leave my kid alone with them, not even for three seconds. Anyway… I don't know why you're planning so far ahead, let's just make sure the baby gets out safe and healthy first, before we start deciding where we're going to dump it when we're wrestling…"

"Don't put it like that." April said.

"You know… it's really hard having to look you in the eye and realise that you never wanted this, you care more about when you're going to get back on the road, than the own safety and protection of our child." Punk said, facing her.

"That isn't true." She shook her head, "All I was suggesting is that you stop being such a baby and go sort things out with your parents and your brother, stop holding a grudge against them… parents screw up, we're going to screw up, but that doesn't mean our kid is going to hate us and leave home when they're 15 and never come back." April said, trying to knock some sense into his head, "I love this baby just as much as I love you. And yeah, maybe all we need is each other, all I've ever needed is you, but somewhere down the line we are going to get tired and cranky and moody, because being a parent is tiring and sometimes having a break from your baby for one night is a good thing, but we're not going to have that, because we have no one else, my family are in a different country, yours live 20 minutes away but you're too damn selfish to go sort things out with them…"

"Don't stand here and talk to me like you knew what it was like back then." He shook his head, "You've never met my parents."

"I know I haven't. But the way you've turned out, they obviously done something right." She said, storming away from him, not wanting to go on any further, wanting to go to bed and sleep.

Punk just stood still outside the baby's room, leaning against the wall and rubbing his hands over his face. He didn't know if it was her hormones taking over her or she was just in a bad mood but she had a point.

He felt bad for shouting and snapping back at her. He put it down to him being tired and sore, not to mention a banging headache he had since his flight home. He knew somehow she was right, their child did deserve to know at least one set of their grandparents, wither it was his or hers. He could remember as a child, always being at his grandparents house, it was where he started watching wrestling.

He also realised that things would get a little hectic around the house and maybe one night, both him and April would need a break from the baby, just one night off, but he would trust Colt before he would trust his parents again.

He turned the light off in the baby's room and walked down the hall to their bedroom, seeing her already in bed and sleeping, facing his back to him, clearly in a bad mood with him. This wasn't fair, he thought as he looked at the clock, she shouldn't be in a bad mood with him on his birthday, noticing the clock had past midnight. He hoped he could make it up to her tomorrow.

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