A/N... Hey guys! Sorry for the wait in update. Back to normality this week after summer break. Enjoy this chapter.
"Come on, come on... how long does this damn thing take?" Punk paced the bathroom after heading out in a rush to buy a pack of home pregnancy tests, in such a rush that he ignored that he was indeed a man, through the night, in a store, buying pregnancy tests.
His heart was thumping. So hard that he thought it was going to jump out of his chest.
"Calm down." AJ sat on the edge of the bath tub whilst the pregnancy test lay in the sink, "A few more minutes." She told him. She was equally as nervous, she just wasn't showing it. It was just typical, when things were so perfect, and the twins were so settled, and they were finally moving on, something like this of course had to come up.
"I mean... what if it's positive?" Punk covered his hands over his face.
"Then we'll deal with it, Phil." AJ told him, "It's not like we haven't done it before."
"I know, I know that... but right before my fight?" He looked at her with exhaustion, "How could this have happened?" He said as AJ just threw her hands up in the air as she stood up from the edge of the bath.
"I don't know, Phil. I guess how every baby happens." She said, folding her arms, "We've been at it a lot lately. And I changed my birth control. It happens." She said, not looking to be put to fault here. She didn't know why he was getting himself in such a pickle. It wasn't like they had no idea what to do with a baby. They'd gone through a pregnancy with twins. But she guessed it was just the thought of three children that was freaking him out, or maybe he thought it'd be at the back of his mind throughout the rest of his training and his fight.
"That must be time." He looked at her like he was in pain, "What does it say?" He asked her as AJ hovered over the sink to look at the test.
"Another kid... jeez." Dean raised his brows as he sat on the egde of the ring in the gym, side by side with Punk who had just broke the news to him about AJ being pregnant.
"I'm ok about it. Once it sunk in I guess. I feel like I should be more panicked... worried, I don't know." Punk shrugged, "But I'm not." He turned to his friend.
"That's good, man." Dean nudged Punk, "That means you're ready. I mean, you got a good age gap between the twins. The time the baby comes, they'll be five, nearly heading off to school. It doesn't seem like it would be a problem anyway." Dean said. He knew what good parents AJ and Punk were to Dylan and Heidi. Another child would be lucky to have them in his opinion.
"It isn't." Punk said, "April hasn't really said anything. She was already up and away to work when I woke this morning." He said, "I'm scared she'll..." He shook his head at his nonsense.
"She'll what?" Dean asked.
"Well with what happened with her last pregnancy, you know... I'm scared she won't want to do it from the fear of that all happening again." He said, "It's bound to cross her mind."
"I'm sure it will. But she'll find a way past it." Dean assured his friend as Punk nodded.
It was just in the back of his mind. He wasn't particularly worried about it. He knew he and AJ could work past anything. They'd worked past the most toughest of things, they could work through everything.
"Hey, you guys want some juice over there?" Punk asked the twins who were eating their dinner at the normal time after he had picked them up from daycare.
He'd had a unconcentrated, but hard working day, and all he wanted was to get home so he and AJ could talk about things. Last night they sort of ignored the subject and fell asleep without realising, and this morning she was already up and away to work. He just wanted her to know that there was nothing to be afraid of. They'd done it before and they could do it again.
"Yeah." Dylan nodded as Heidi nodded alongside him, both tucking into the pizza their father had made them. Of course from the store. He wasn't that talented.
He made his way over to them both, unpacking the juice boxes from the pack and sitting down two for them, putting the remaining ones in the cupboard.
"Where's mommy?" Heidi asked as Punk glanced over at the clock. It was later than usual for AJ not to be home. And here he was thinking he'd be the one freaking out over this.
"I don't know, sweetheart." Punk told his daughter honestly, "She's probably just got caught up at work." He said as he watched Heidi, so quick witted, turning back to her pizza and holding it above her, tilting her neck back to catch it in her mouth before the cheese fell off. It felt like just yesterday he watched AJ eat her pizza the exact same way when he took her out on their first date, and now this was where they were at.
He sat with the kids at the kitchen table for the next half an hour, watching them finish off their pizza, smiling while they babbled over one another about the exciting day they had at daycare. (Yes, Heidi drew another picture).
Although listening to his children's conversation, he couldn't help but look at the clock as time passed. An hour had already passed from AJ's normal time home. He didn't want to be that obsessive, intoxicating husband, but she wasn't answering her phone, responding to his texts. He wouldn't even know where to begin to look for her. He didn't know if she had a local spot, or a place she found comfort at.
"Alright, you guys... I think mommy might have missed her train. I gotta go... go pick her up." He told them as they sat in the living room, already in their pyjamas, watching the night time TV programmes on their children's channel before bed, "Dean is going to look after you, just until me and mommy get home, ok?" Punk said as Dean stood beside him, having been called to the rescue by Punk.
The kids had never really come into contact with Dean, not since they were babies, so Punk prayed they would be ok with him.
He left Dean to it, getting in his car and driving to the first obvious place he thought he should look. AJ's work.
Everyone had long gone home. He was surprised he was even let in, but he made his way into the rich building, taking the elevator up to the top floor, stepping out and looking out at all the rows of individual desks, all in darkness bar one in the corner, with the desk lamp shining over her.
She looked focused on something, but it most likely wasn't work. He wouldn't be surprised if the computer she was staring at was blank.
He tossed his car keys from his left to right hand, walking down the alley between the desks and offices, making his way over to AJ, standing quietly over her desk as she looked up at him.
"Honey... I think it's time to go home." Punk sighed, "Do you know what time it is?" He edged a smile to her.
"What... what time is it?" AJ shook her head, looking around and up at her husband, looking over at the huge clock in the floor she worked on, not believing her eyes that it was passed 7pm. She was normally home for 5.
"Are you ok?" He asked as she stood up with a tired weight on her shoulders, "You're freezing." He wrapped his arm around her, feeling her cold body press against his. What was she trying to do up here? Drown in work and freeze?
"I... I didn't know it was so late." She shook her head, "I barely got anything done today." She said like a child who had not fnished their homework. Disappointed in herself. She did have a valid reason she supposed.
And just like Punk. It wasn't that she wasn't ready or didn't want another baby, she was just petrified of her last pregnancy repeating itself. She didn't want to go through all that again. She couldn't cope.
"It's ok, sweetheart." Punk kissed her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, feeling her rest her head into him, "Let's get you home." He told her as they walked out of the offices.
She was still in shock, clearly. But he knew her too well. She was worried, just like he expected. Finding out they were having another baby should have been wonderful and exciting, but with the shadow of what happened with Rachel lurking in her mind, it was hard for her to accept that she was back at the start again, with another baby. He knew she would feel like this, but he was here now and this baby was going to be just fine. He believed it would be. He just needed to get her home, get her heated up and get her comfortable, because to him she had stressed herself out way more than she had to tonight.
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