"How is he?" Dean asked as he walked through the hospital room, looking over at AJ sitting beside Punks bed, monitors beeping through the room.
"No change." AJ sighed, "He's still freezing." She told Dean, holding Punks hand that was still cold as ice.
"He'll heat up." Dean told her, "Renee is being checked over in a room down the hall, maybe you should go too." Dean suggested.
"I'm fine." AJ insisted, not going anywhere. She was sticking beside Punk, she wanted to be there when he woke up, "Did you get… Dom?" AJ swallowed loudly.
"Yeah." Dean nodded, "Punk shot him." Dean told her, putting his hands in his jean pockets, "He'll be alright, AJ." He said, seeing so much worry in AJ's face.
"What if he isn't?" AJ looked up at Dean, turning back to Punk whose eyes were shut, out cold, literally, cold.
"He will be." Dean simply said, "I'm going to see Renee. I'm just down the hall if you need me." The blonde haired man said, leaving the room and shutting the door over.
AJ sighed as she looked at Punk. They'd finally came to the end of this horrible journey, only for Punk to fall at the final hurdle. She thought for a minute that he wouldn't have even made it out of the water, but he did. With the very little strength he had, he pulled himself out.
She just wanted him to be ok, so they could move on and forget about everything that had happened these past few months. So they could pick up where they left off.
"You can't leave me." She looked to him, "Not now." She shook her head, "You have to meet our daughter. She's going to need you." AJ sighed, hoping he could hear what she was seeing, hear about how much he was needed in this life.
Her life would be so empty without him there. After everything they had managed to get through, he couldn't leave her now, not ever.
Later on…
AJ had to force herself away from Punk later on in the night to go home and get some rest. It had been such a tiring night and she needed to go find some ways to relax, trying not to think about her poor boyfriend laid up in a hospital bed.
She kept herself busy when she went home. Doing some washings and ironing, planning to go for a bath after to relax her muscles and hopefully get some sort of sleep, arranging for Dean to take her into the hospital the next morning to where hopefully Punk would be awake after plenty of rest. She just wanted to see those green eyes and that perfect smile.
AJ had carried a pile of ironed clothes upstairs, walking into her and Punks room and putting the clothes all away bit by bit, taking her time so she wasn't doing too much. Finally opening Punks bedside drawers to put his things away, her hand knocking off a hard box in the corner of the drawer when she placed some clothes in.
She dug the clothes to the side and looked at the velvet feeling box, taking it out into her hand and sitting on the edge of the bed. She slowly opened the box and stared at the glistening diamond ring. The box nearly fell from her hand due to shock, quickly scuttering her hands so that she wouldn't drop the box.
Her hand flew over her mouth. She knew what this was, she wasn't an idiot. She couldn't believe he was going to propose. She was so overwhelmed and surprised. She wondered how long he had the ring for, and when he was planning to put it on her finger.
She quickly put the box back where she found it, smiling to herself as she finished off putting the rest of the clothes away, heading for a bath with a smile on her face.
The thought of being a wife and a mother, and doing those things with him. It gave her excited butterflies and such a content set of mind. She just hoped for him to get better quickly so they could move on with their life together.
The next morning…
AJ was up bright and early the next morning, waiting for Dean to pick her up to take her to the hospital. She had been thinking all night about how bizarre it was that Punk was going to ask her to marry him. It gave her such excited butterflies. She just hoped Punk was recovering ok.
Dean had gone off to get a coffee first while AJ headed straight to Punks room, walking in and seeing him turn his head from the TV he was watching, a bright smile on his face when he seen her.
"Hey." He whispered, his voice a little hoarse from all the oxygen tubes down him, which had all just been taken out.
"You're awake." AJ smiled with glee, walking over to him and hugging her arms around him tightly, his body much warmer now, chuckling at the amount of blankets and duvets he had on him, "Are you still cold?" She asked him.
"Yeah." He nodded, not to mention his head was killing him, the freezing cold water had went straight to his brain, but he was recovering in the right direction and that was all she needed to know, "How are you?" He asked her.
"I'm fine. You saved me. You saved Renee." AJ said, sitting on the edge of the bed and cupping his cheek.
"I couldn't lose you." Punk said quietly, "Both of you." He rubbed her tummy gently with a smile.
AJ stood up and began to unzip her sweater, "I was putting away washing last night when I came across something in your drawer." She said, putting the zipper she was wearing at the bottom of the bed. She wasn't going to say anything, but she wasn't going to wait until he decided to ask her.
"What did you come across in my drawer?" Punk asked her curiously.
"Are you going to ask me to marry you?" AJ folded her arms and looked at Punk, watching a guilty frown come over him, then a silent chuckle following that.
"Busted." Punk smiled up at her, still speaking hoarse and quiet, "I should have probably hid it a little better." He said, disappointed that she had found the ring he was hiding until the right time.
"Yes." AJ said, watching him lift his head and look across at her.
"What?" Punk shook his head.
"Yes… I'll marry you. One thousand times, yes." She smiled as an overwhelmed smile came across his face, not expecting her to be so intrigued in the idea. He was planning to maybe ask her at least once the baby was born, but she looked so keen and happy, her smile was so bright and cheery.
"Really?" Punk said in disbelief.
"Yes. God, yes." She nodded her head with a smile, leaning down to kiss him when he grabbed her around the waist, toppling on top of him as they passionately kissed.
AJ leaned off him and walked over to the door, grabbing a chair as Punk wondered what on earth she was doing.
"What are you doing?" He croaked.
"Shh." She told him, sticking the chair underneath the door handle so no one would be able to come in.
Punk watched as she walked back over to him, putting one knee on the bed as she brought her other leg around, straddling his hips as he laughed like a child.
"You can't be serious." He said with a laugh, it slowly fading when he realised she was being serious.
"What'd you expect? No engagement sex?" She looked down at him like he was insane, "Plus, body heat is good for you right now." She said, leaning down and peppering his mouth with sweet hot kisses that took his breath away.
Both of their heads lifted when the door began to knock.
"Hey, AJ! I can't get in." Dean knocked at the door.
"Um…" AJ looked down at Punk, "I'm helping Punk get changed." She said, looking down at Punk who stared up at her unimpressed.
"How long will you be?" Dean asked with a huff.
"About half an hour." AJ said, feeling Punk nudge her, "Um no… an hour." She said, hearing Dean groan outside the room door, his footsteps trailing away as she chuckled and looked down at him, running her hands through her hair.
"What if a nurse tries to get in?" Punk said, feeling AJ kiss his neck, her body on his already heating him up even more, the blood rushing completely down south and coursing through his veins.
"Then she can wait." AJ told him with a smile. She didn't care where they were. A bedroom, a car, the kitchen, a park or even a hospital. She was getting married, she had actually found someone who wanted her like no one ever did, she was celebrating whether Dean, a nurse or even Punk liked it or not.
An hour later…
"That was definitely… different." Punk said, AJ laying beside him in bed with her clothes back on, feeling at peace in her, now fiance's arms.
"That should warm you up." AJ said with a good natured smile, "When do you think you'll get out of here?" AJ asked.
"Soon hopefully." Punk groaned, "Fucking hate hospitals." He huffed like a child.
"Well… your fiance will be waiting to take care of you when you do." AJ smiled as Punk looked down at her.
"You really want to get married, don't you?" He smiled, never thinking she'd be so fond of the idea. He'd never really taken her for the type to want to get married.
"I didn't think I did until I seen the ring. I feel wanted. I feel loved. I don't want that feeling to go away and I know that… you'll always love me." She smiled, "I love the idea of being your wife." She said.
"I love the idea of you being my wife too." Punk smiled, "Let's not tell the guys just now though, keep it as a surprise for when I get out of here. I don't want to get congratulated on a hospital bed." Punk said as AJ nodded with a small chuckle.
"Ok." She agreed, "Things are finally over. Aren't they?" She looked up into his eyes, "We got through it all." She said.
"Everything is over, baby. Just me, you and our baby girl from now." Punk said, leaning down and pecking her on the lips sweetly.
"You done yet?" Dean knocked at the door loudly, both Punk and AJ chuckling to themselves.
"Just me, you, our baby girl and of course the three musketeers." Punk rolled his eyes, "Go let him in." He laughed as AJ smiled, getting off the bed, fixing herself and messy hair before removing the chair from the door handle, opening the door up and letting an impatient Dean in.
AJ was right. They did get through everything. Now they could just move on with this new life they desired and looked forward to having. A new life of marriage, babies and love. And maybe some guns, if needed…
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