"Oh, Phil... I can't do this." AJ moaned, holding on to the gas and air hose, sitting in the hospital bed with monitors bleeping around her, no words to describe how painful and uncomfrotable she was feeling. She never thought it would be this painful, and the fact she had double the pain, and double the amount of pushing to do, it was horrifying.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. It'll all be over soon, I promise." Punk stroked the pad of his thumb over her soft cheek, holding her hand as she rode out the contractions in the strongest way possible. She was amazing, the fact she was going through all this pain, all this suffering, just to give them the pleasure of being parents and meeting their babies, she was remarkable, and he knew she could do this just fine, she just had to believe.

"April, everything is progressing really quickly." The midwife smiled, "You might even be saying hello to the babies within the next hour." She smiled as AJ rolled her head back with an exhausted, releived sigh. She just wanted them out, she just wanted them here in her arms, both of them, safe and healthy.

She'd asked about them being one month early, and how that would affect them, but apprently twins came early and were perfectly fine most of the time, so that put her at ease.

"We haven't even talked about names." AJ sighed, turning her head to look round at Punk.

"Hey, we'll have plenty of time once they get here." Punk convinced her, doing anything he could to soothe her, wether it was rubbing her arm, or tracing fingertips around her head to help her relax.

"This is getting really really painful." AJ sighed as she looked at Punk, overwhelmed shock on her face by how sore this really was. She felt like her insides were just ripping apart by the minute. She just wanted them to be out already, and the urge to push was just around the corner.

"It's going to be painful, sweetheart. But you're going to do fine. Ok?" He nodded to her with a smile, "You're doing amazing." He leaned forward and kissed her head which had already worked up a thin layer of sweat.

"Ok, April." The midwife smiled as she positioned herself at the bottom of AJ's parted legs, "I think we're just about there." She nodded as AJ pressed her two hands into the matress at either side of her.

Punk felt like he was in a war zone, every push he felt his hand break over and over again, but he wouldn't dare complain, not now when his fiance looked like she was at near death. And he was so proud of her, she was focused and she was handling it extremely well, of course she was yelling and cursing at everyone in the room, but that didn't mean she wasn't doing her job. He was actually surprised at how fast everything really was going, it wasn't long until AJ's screaming and crying turned into a new born baby's screaming and crying, filling the room as AJ let go of his hand and collapsed back against the bed.

"It's a boy." The midwife smiled as she passed the screaming baby to another member of staff to go clean him up, "He's got a good set of lungs." The midwife smiled as AJ just shut her eyes, enjoying this moment of peace, hearing her son crying and screaming in the corner of the room only told her he was healthy and perfect, and that was enough for her to relax for just a few short minutes, before it all started again.

"A boy... April, it's a boy." Punk smiled to her as she nodded with a smile, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

"You were right." She croaked, her throat dry and sore, feeling Punk lean a soft kiss on her sweaty head, a satisified smile appearing on her face as she enjoyed this moment while she could.

"April, the baby is fine, I'm not going to let you hold him just now, I think we're ready to go again, alright?" The midwife said as AJ nodded and sat up again with a tired frown. She had gotten to the point were pain felt normal, and she was used to her insides being so ripped and stretched. She was ready to give birth to their second child, and then finally it could be all over, and she'd have her babies.

"You're doing so good." Punk smiled, kissing the temple of her head, her body shaking as she pushed as hard as she could, his hand crushed within hers as she cried silently to herself.

"April, you're nearly there, you're doing an excellent job." The midwife encouraged as AJ sat back up, doing all she could to make this pain go away, pushing and pushing until finally, the baby was out, but it wasn't crying, and that alarmed her.

"It's a girl." The midwife smiled to Punk and AJ as AJ shook her head, propping herself up on her elbows, barely having enough strength to keep her body weight up.

"Why isn't she crying?" AJ asked in defeat as Punk looked on in silence, AJ had already asked the question he was wondering. Weren't all new born babies supposed to cry? Wasn't that a sign of good health.

The midwife went away to collect the baby boy, still squirming around in the blanket he was wrapped in, making her way towards AJ with him.

"No... no, I want both of them." AJ refused, "Where is she..." And just as AJ finished asking where her new born daughter was, another uproar of cries came from the corner of the room, symbolising good health to their second child.

"I think she's over there." The midwife smiled, "How about you say hello to your son while we clean up your daughter." The midwife smiled as she passed the baby boy to AJ, his tiny little body settling perfectly in her cradled arms, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked on at him, his tiny little nose and mouth, those beady little green eyes looking up at her and Punk.

"He's perfect." Punk whispered as he looked on at his son, even more relieved now that their daughter seemed to have pushed through the little problem she had getting a breath. And what a joy it was,one of each, a son and a daughter. He guessed he and April were so busy assuming they were having identical, same sex twins. It was a great surprise and joy to have one of each, a son to see himself in, and a daughter to protect.

"Dad... do you want a hold?" The midwife asked, now holding the baby girl, also wrapped in a blanket and squirming around.

Punk nodded, swallowing his fears and doubts that he couldn't have anymore. They were here now. They were right here in front of his eyes, and they were his. He had to kept them safe.

He held his arms out, feeling the presence of his baby girl settle in his colourful arms, swelling with pride when he seen how perfect she was. She was tiny, and she was perfect. Her little eyes were already looking up at him with wonder.

"You're beautiful... aren't you?" Punk smiled, taking her small hand between his thumb and inner finger, watching as her mouth made an O shape, turning him to complete mush.

AJ didn't even have to think twice, all that pain was definitley worth it. It was worth it for this moment right here. Her, with her baby boy soothed in her arms, Punk stood beside whilst gushing over their baby daughter. It was all she'd been dreaming of since she found out they were having two babies.

Later on...

To Punk, there was nothing better than a silent room at this moment in time, after so much screaming and crying just a few short hours ago. He had been told by the midwives, that since the babies were early, some skin to skin bonding was a must, so he'd taken his shirt off, and had both babies tucked into his chest.

They were tiny, peacefully sleeping against his chest while their proud mother, who Punk was blown away by today, slept just as peacefully beside on the bed.

He couldn't believe they were really here, peacefully laid against his chest, their little fingers and toes wriggling while they slept. He couldn't have been any prouder, not just because today he was made a father, but because his fiance had smashed giving birth out of the park, no... she'd smashed giving birth TWICE, out of the park. He bowed down to her in all honesty, because all that pain was for this moment here, so he could be a father to these two, beautiful little gifts of life.

"You guys are beautiful." Punk held both their little backs softly, making sure the skin to skin bonding, was indeed skin to skin, "I promise you guys, I'm going to protect you both, and your mother, until I take my last breath."

"How is that bonding going on?" The midwife walked in with two birth certificates in her hand.

"Good. I think just the silence is the best thing." Punk nodded, watching the midwife sitting the certificates on the table beside AJ's bed.

"Have you got names for them yet?" The midwife asked.

"Yeah." Punk nodded. He and AJ had discussed shortly after the birth about two names they were set on for their son and daughter.

"Would you like me to write them down on the certificates?" She asked as Punk nodded.

"Yeah, why not." Punk nodded, "We have Dylan and Heidi." Punk smiled as the midwife wrote down the names on the certificates.

"Beautiful names." She smiled, "I'll be back around to check on them and April later. You ok there?" She asked as Punk nodded.

"I think we'll be just fine." Punk nodded, looking down at the twins who were so peacefully asleep, the comfort of their father enough to keep them soothed on their first few hours on earth.

Punk watched as the midwife left the room, and he was left alone again with his two newest favourite people, smiling over to AJ who was fast asleep in the comforts of a soft pillow and blanket.

"We'll be just fine." Punk whispered again, smiling to himself as he held these precious little parts of him close to his heart, like he always woud. They were his life now. He was ready for whatever journies protecting them took him.

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