Chapter 29: Promises and Moments
"I know what I asked you back there was an awful lot to ask John but I just want to make sure my son has a father figure. Someone he can go to when it gets rough…talk about things that only guys would understand" Punk said looking out the passenger side window.
The appointment went as usual for Punk. More tests…more blood taken for test and of course his chemo treatment. Doctors said he was not out of the clear yet but were glad that his episodes of pain were limited to almost none at all. Punk of course was not as happy as they were…he want nothing but this cancer nonexistent in his life.
"It is…look Punk I don't want to take away you being a father to your son. Even if you pass I don't want it to be as if I'm replacing you in other people's eyes." John replied
"To hell with other people John…I'm asking you to do this for please. I know that people will talk their crap…but I don't care and neither should you. You're doing this for a reason…as a stand-up guy and as my friend" Punk replied softly.
John turned to look at Punk in shock.
"What…what's with the look on your face" Punk asked eyebrow raised
"Aww…did you just call me your friend Punkers" John replied fluttering his eyelashes and poking Punk on the side.
"Oh fuck off…or I'll take it back" Punk growled out
"Listen…I know that you're going to beat this. But if…and that a huge if, you don't make it I promise to do my best to help be a father figure to your son. I will help raise him the way I know you would" John replied softly.
"Shake on it" Punk replied extending his hand
"What the hell…why not" John replied shaking Punk's hand
John parked into the driveway of Punk's mother's house as Punk slowly got out of the car.
"Need help there old timer" John laughed walking over to Punk
"Kiss my ass" Punk replied smacked John upside the head.
"Mom are you here" Punk cried out loudly.
"In here Philip" Punk's mother cried out from a room across the hall.
"Hey how my little guy" Punk said with a huge smile seeing his son in his mother's eyes.
"Phil…are you okay. I know that what happen with you and AJ hasn't been easy for you." Punk's mother replied caressing her son's face
"Mom I'm fine. Yes AJ leaving has been hard…but I have myself and a child to take care of" Punk replied with a soft smile.
"I just can't believe she left you and this child what kind of a mother is…" Punk cut off his mother with a serious glare.
"She's wonderful mother mom…she knew she had to take care of her problems to be the mother she knows she can be. In no way shape or form did she abandon our son…she promised to in his life no matter where she was at" Punk replied sternly
Punk's mother didn't say a word…there was no point in arguing with Punk. He would always have to be right of course.
"Now…come here you" Punk replied taking his son in his arms who was all smiles
Punk loved how much of a happy child he was. It seemed that his son always had a smile on his face and Punk didn't want anything less of a smile on his child's face. Punk sat down a rocking chair that was in the room facing the window.
"I missed you a lot kiddo…seems you're happy here and I'm glad you are though I'm not going to lie I'd rather have you home with me. But right now dad's a little under the weather but don't worry once he gets better he's coming to bring you home" Punk whispered to his son who was sitting on his knee facing the window.
"I'm so sorry that I can't be the daddy you want me to be right now. I'm trying really hard here to get better for you. Don't think you're here because I don't love you…I love you enough to keep you here so you can get the care you deserve that's all" Punk said kissing the top of his son's head.
Punk turned Christian on his knee so now he was face to face with his son. He looked just like his mother his hair was her color but his eyes were of course the same beautiful emerald green as his father's. Punk rested his nose on his son's head and inhaled his scent…his hair smelled like baby shampoo so fresh and clean.
"If I don't make it kiddo know that there will be someone there to take care of you and know that I tried my best. I only hope that you'll forgive me for me not being there as much…but know that it wasn't my choice. I just love you so much that all I ever wanted was what's best for you and your mother." Punk raised his hand and caressed his son's soft cheek.
Punk began to tear up when his son raised his as well and touched Punk's face. It was as if in that moment his son was telling him that everything was going to be okay. Punk broke into tears…he just couldn't hold it in anymore.
He missed his life…he missed his son, his life in the ring and of course his now soon to be ex-wife. He would give up everything he had right now just to have it all back. But he couldn't give up…this small child in his arms was the reason Punk remained sane.
"If anyone asks you never saw me cry…deal" Punk replied opening his hand
Christian smiled and smacked Punk's hand softly.
"I'll take that as a deal on your end too" Punk replied kissing his son on the forehead.
John watched the whole moment from the door…he loved how much of an awesome dad Punk was. He loved how even though he wasn't feeling at his best he never forgot his main priorities in life. How was John going to do this for Punk…he knew now from seeing that moment he couldn't be half the dad that Punk already was.
