Punk spent the night pacing up and down the corridors of the hospital, wondering and hoping that Scarlett and April was ok. Was it something he done? Did he not do something that he was supposed to? He didn't know and if any of them had been harmed, he would never forgive himself for it.

Scarlett seemed perfectly fine to him for the few seconds he got to hold her, she was crying which was a good thing, and she looked healthy and just perfect. April looked fine as well, until she shut her eyes and he noticed she'd lost a lot of blood.

A nurse had just approached him and he immediately stood up, "Are they ok? Where are they? Can I see them?" Punk asked quickly.

"They're both fine." The nurse smiled, "You're girlfriend just lost some blood, she's fine now. Come with me." She said as Punk followed her.

He was so relieved to hear that they were both fine, he didn't know what he would have done if one of them weren't fine, never mind the both of them.

The nurse led him to a room and opened the door for him, letting him go on in.

Punk couldn't help the gigantic smile he made when he saw April sitting up with Scarlett in her arms, "Hey." Punk smiled, walking towards them, not keeping his eyes off of Scarlett who was perfect, her little green eyes immediately caught on to his and she made sure to take a good look up at her father.

"You ok?" April asked him with a tired smile.

"Me? I'm fine." Punk said, "You?" He smiled.

"I'm fine." April smiled, "Do you want to hold her?" April suggested, looking up at Punk.

Punk just nodded and scooped Scarlett off of April's lap and arms, holding them in his own and looking down at her. Every tiny ounce of her was beautiful, she was like a little angel gracing his arms, his little angel.

"How can something be so perfect?" He asked himself quietly, sitting down on the chair beside the bed.

April just smiled and lay her head down on the pillow, still being exhausted and really tired from earlier on.

"Her birth certificate is filled in… they still want to keep me and her here over night. You can go home if you like." April said.

"Are you kidding? I'm not leaving her side. Or yours." Punk said.

"She's not even a few hours old and you're not giving her room to breathe." April laughed at him.

"Well can you blame me? Look at her…" Punk said, Scarlett's eyes now closed over, her little brain somewhere in else in sleep, "I'm really proud of you." Punk said, looking up at April with a smile.

"I'm just glad she's out." April smiled, "Now put her down and come give me a kiss." April said, she understood he couldn't really give her a kiss the minute she was born, since he was the one that was wrapping her up in a blanket and making sure she was ok.

Punk walked over and gently placed Scarlett in the basinet where she continued to sleep, making soft noises with her tiny mouth in the shape of an O.

Punk then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over and kissing April softly, making it last as long as she wanted.

"I love you." April said, pulling away after a few minutes, looking up at him.

"I love you too." Punk smiled to her, turning back round to look at Scarlett who was happy and content sleeping in the basinet.

Later that night…

Once April had soon fell asleep after feeding Scarlett, Punk made sure they were both sleeping before he went home to get April's bag for her.

Arriving home he had seen that the paramedics had pretty much wiped down the full kitchen which he was thankful for since he wasn't really looking forward to doing it himself. Once he had everything he needed he sat down for a minute on the couch and contacted a few people to let them know that the baby was born, they people only included Colt of course, Celeste, Bryan, Joe, Kofi and a few other close friends to him and April. He also felt the need to contact Vince to let him know. He then wisely took a shower, figuring he wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon, he was being serious about staying in the hospital overnight where he could keep an eye on both April and Scarlett.

Once he had done that, he headed into their bedroom, heading straight for the drawer beside his bedside. He opened it up and took out the black velvet box, putting it in his jean pocket without so much as a single thought.

He was soon enough driving back to the hospital, taking in the car seat for Scarlett and the packed bag for April, making his way up to their room where April was thankfully up and feeding Scarlett.

"I told you, you didn't need to come back." April said, realising he had took a shower and changed his clothes.

"I told you, I'm not leaving until I'm leaving with the both of you." Punk said, "Are you allowed to change into your own pyjamas?" Punk asked her, opening the bag up and taking a pair out.

"Probably not, but I'm not staying in this disgusting thing any longer." April said, hating the feeling of the hospital gown she was drowning in, there was no heat in it and it was far too big and long for her.

She had to say, she expected more pain to come after having the baby, but she was feeling not too bad, she heard of women not being able to walk properly after having their baby and she had already made a few trips to the toilet on her own.

"I'll be back in a minute." April said, taking the pyjamas and heading into the toilet that was practically right next to her bed, closing the door over.

Punk looked over at Scarlett and seen her eyes wide open and staring up at him.

"This…" Punk said, taking the pink teddy bear from the bag, "This is from your Uncle Colt…" Punk said, sitting it in beside her, watching her stare it out, the colour probably striking out to her, "I promised him he could see you tomorrow." Punk said, looking down upon her.

He couldn't believe she was finally here, after all of that waiting around and frustrated mood swings from April, she was finally here and she was looking up at him like she already knew that he was her father.

"Do you think mom will say yes?" Punk asked her, stroking her cheek with the outside of his index finger, her skin so soft and smooth, "I hope she does." Punk mumbled, watching the door handle move and April walk back out of the toilet with batman pyjamas on. He could tell she even looked more comfortable.

April lay back in bed and asked quickly, "Is she ok?"

"She's just fine." Punk smiled, looking down at Scarlett and back up to April.

"I think she looks like you." April said, looking at him with a sweet smile.

"Well then obviously you think she looks great." Punk arrogantly smiled back to her.

"Obviously." April rolled her eyes at his usual childish behaviour.

Punk just took a few minutes to relax himself before reaching into his jean pocket, taking the black box in his hand and hiding it behind his back, "April…" Punk said, getting her attention from Scarlett who she was smiling at and awe'ing over still.

"Yeah?" April smiled, turning to him, her smile slightly fading when she saw him sink down to one knee at the side of the bed, a black box in his hand.

"Look, I'm not just doing this because we have a child together now. When people ask me what I want to do with my life, I would normally tell them I want to be the best wrestler in the world, but now… now all I want is to be the best father… and the best husband in the world. April Jeanette Mendez… will you do me the biggest honour in becoming my wife?" Punk asked her, watching a tear stream down her eye.

April never thought she would have seen the day, she never thought that there was a chance of her and Punk ever being together after their time together in the Independent scene, she never thought the love they had would ever return. But it did and it came back stronger than before. She didn't even need to think about her answer.

"Yes." She nodded, "Of course I will, yes." April nodded.

Punk just smiled with relief. He never thought a woman would conflict him this much that he would wind up asking her to marry him, but this wasn't just any woman, this was April. His girl.

Punk slid the ring on to her finger that fit perfectly and looked perfect on her. He then reached across and lay a gentle kiss on her lips.

For once in his life he felt like he had met his true goals. He spent all these years thinking that all he ever wanted was wrestling and championship titles, but what he wanted was something much more precious, he wanted a family. People to love, a wife who he could come home to and kiss all night, a daughter that he could help to ride her bike, or to let her sit on his lap whilst watching her choice in a DVD, to hug when he felt like the whole world was against him.

This wasn't sour grapes to WWE, he would and always will love wrestling until they hit the nails into his coffin, but right now, other things were more important to him.

Yayyy, she said yes.

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