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A/N: Alright, so last chapter Punk was planning for a divorce. Let's see if he goes through with it and leaves Johnny heartbroken, or if a miracle happens! Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy!
Recap:
Amy bites her lip to silence herself for a moment, deep in thought. Punk hates her, he's never nice to her, never willing to be fair when it comes to Gage. That can only mean things are progressively getting worse on his end for him [...] he runs a finger down the divorce papers sitting in front of him [...] Punk drops his head down against John's neck in pleasure at the constriction, and with just two or three thrusts, his cum gets buried deep inside John. [...] Everything is wrong. Everything is broken and fallen to pieces. Everything is…over. It's over. He just can't deny it anymore. It's just flat out over.
Sunday; John's Hotel:
John slowly stirs and comes to, stretching out a bit. As he does, he realizes he doesn't feel Punk's arms wrapped tightly around him anymore and John becomes terrified that when he opens his eyes, Punk's going to be gone, last night becoming even bigger of a regret. He gives a heavy breath, but the moment he feels the bed shift the slightest bit, his eyes shoot open and sees Punk staring down at him from where he sits with his back to the headboard.
"Good morning." John gives a smile, happy that he's still there. "Hi." Punk gives a small smile. "How long have you been up?" John asks, reaching up and laying a hand to Punk's face. "Hour? Hour and a half? Two hours?" Punk's not sure, so he just gives up with a shrug, and John pulls his hand away and stares at him concerned, "Is everything okay?" John asks, sitting up as well, and Punk just shrugs again.
John forewords his eyebrows, but he doesn't know what to say. Obviously things aren't okay between them, but Punk seems personally bothered by something.
Before John can even think of something to say, Punk speaks up again, "John?" He calls out. "Yes?" John answer, and Punk just stares at him for a moment, "I love you. I love you so much. I don't want you to ever forget that. I love you, okay?" Punk says, and something about Punk's tone of voice scares John. Scares him deeply.
"I-I love you too. I love you too, Punk. I love you so much. And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I love you so much, Punk." John says. "John, I," Punk stares at him, kind of shaking his head a bit in silence, trying to find the right words, "John, I can't do this anymore." Punk sighs, and John's eyes go wide, "Punk, no. No. Punk, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I love you so much, Punk! Please, no." John begins begging as Punk continues, "You hurt me." Punk whispers. "I know! And I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so, so sorry! Punk, please don't do this! Punk, I'm sorry! Oh God, please. Punk, I'm sorry. I love you so much, Punk." John just wants to grab him, but he's scared of what might happen if he tries to touch him. "You hurt me, and…a-and I still love you." Punk scrunches up his face in stupidity. "Punk, I love you too. And I'm sorry! I promise you, I'm so sorry, baby!" John exclaims. "You hurt me. And I still love you. And I can't do this. I-I can't do this. I've been without you for so long. And I've been hurting. And I can't keep it up. I can't keep this going. I can't do this anymore." Punk says. "Punk, no! Please! I will never hurt you again! I'm sorry! Punk! Stop! Don't do this! Please don't do this! Please!" John pleads. "I couldn't stay away from you for three days, I couldn't stay away from you for three months, I hate being away from you for three minutes. I've been up for I don't know how long just thinking about all this and I've come to the decision that...that I…I want you to come back home." Punk whispers. "Punk, please no, I— Wait…what?" John asks, hearing what Punk just said. "I want you to come back home, John. I'm sick of this back-and-forth. I'm sick of sleeping without you in my arms. I can't do it anymore. I want you to come back home." Punk explains.
"Is this a joke?" John asks. "No, babe, it's not a joke. I want you to come home. Today." Punk says, and John quickly leans in and kisses Punk as tears fall from his eyes. He can't believe this. He can't believe this is really happening. "Thank you, baby! Thank you so much!" John says over and over and over again till Punk silences him with yet another kiss. When they pull away, Punk pulls John tightly in his arms, practically suffocating him in his hold as he leans down and kisses his head. "I love you so much, John." Punk whispers. "I love you too, Philip. You know I do. And I'm so sorry. I—" John starts in, but Punk cuts him off, "Stop apologizing. I don't wanna hear that anymore." Punk replies, and John gives a small nod, then looks up at Punk, "What made you change your mind? Why now?" John asks, and Punk looks away from him. "I...I don't know. Rational thinking. Thinking about everything we've been through during this separation. Taking your side into consideration. The fact that I've missed you terribly. Just everything. It's all become too much for me and I'm sick of it. I just want you home and for things to go back to normal." Punk mumbles with an accompanying shrug at the end.
John's not sure if what Punk just said is the truth, and quite frankly it doesn't matter. He's going home. He's finally going home, and that's all that matters. Nothing else.
"Thank you so much for this, Punk." John says, and Punk nods, "Come on, let's get your things packed up. I just want to get us home." Punk whispers, and they both climb out of bed. John pulls all his luggage and things out, and the men begin packing up the suite, and about 30 minutes later, everything's packed up, John's finally checked out of that hotel, and the men are on their way home.
Brooks' Residence:
Punk unlocks the door and the men walk in, John taking a moment to stand just inside the doorway and look around, happy to be officially back. "Happy to be home?" Punk turns to him and asks, noticing what John's doing. "Home," John whispers to himself, a smile on his face, "Very." He nods, almost tearing up again. "Let's get your stuff put away." Punk says, then disappears into the bedroom. John gets the things from his kitchen put away, pictures and other things placed back where they go, then goes into he bedroom and helps Punk continue to put clothes away. Once everything's been relatively put back, John decides to go tell Shaleigh the great news.
KNOCK KNOCK! John pounds hard on the door, trying to be louder than the blaring Wale album she has playing through her speakers. "Come in!" He hears Shaleigh yell, then the music paused or turned off, and John opens the door and walks in, closing the door behind him.
"Hey." He says. "Hey, what are you doing here?" She asks, spinning around in her chair to face him. "Guess what?" He asks. "What?" She asks back. "Punk's letting me move back in." John smiles. "No fucking way. You're lying." She says, her eyes going wide. "Nope, dead serious. I just got unpacked." John smiles, and she jumps up and goes over to him, "Oh my God, that's great! You guys are officially back together too, right?" She asks. "Yeah, we are." John blushes a bit. "Great!" She yells, then slaps him, and before John can ask what the hell her problem is, she continues speaking,
"Don't you dare ever hurt my Brother again, do you understand me?" She asks, her eyes watering, "I have never, ever, ever seen him so depressed, empty, and dead inside. You are never to make him feel like that again! And you can't leave anymore, either!" She yells, then pauses, trying to collect her emotions, but she can't and she throws her arms around John's body and cries, which gets John to hold her tightly, "You can't leave us anymore. You can't leave me anymore! You can't break up this family ever again. You're my big Brother now! You're my family now! I've lost too much family. I can't lose you too. I can't lose anymore family. This family can't break any further apart! Please don't do that to me. Please don't do that to Punk! Please." She begs. "I'm not, Sha. This is never, ever going to happen ever again, alright? I'm never leaving again. I'm never going to hurt Punk again. I'm never going to hurt you again. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, alright?" He pleads. "Okay." She sighs, not able to do anything but take his word for it.
He pulls away and makes her look him in the eyes. "Are you gonna be okay?" He asks. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for slapping you too. It's just been really, really rough around here." She sighs again. "Really?" He asks, scrunching his eyebrows together, confused. "Yeah. It's been miserable here since you left. Punk's just…he hasn't been the same." She says. "What do you mean? He's seemed fairly the same to me, ya know, under the circumstances." John replies, and she chuckles a bit in pity, "That's all an act, John. He didn't want you to see him like that. He doesn't like it when people see him when he's vulnerable. He wants to appear strong and superior at all times. In fact, he threatened my life saying not to tell people what I've seen of him ever since. I mean, he's been walking around here moping and crying. He was basically dead. All zombie-like. For the most part, me or Selene have been taking care of Gage when he's not at Amy's, because he refused to even get out of bed. John, that guy seriously cares about you and loves you. He's been nothing but a shell without you." Shaleigh explains. "I…wow…I don't know what to say." John sighs. "Just don't tell him I told you that. Please." Shaleigh begs. "I won't." John smiles.
"Come on! I want to see if he's really okay!" She giggles, interlaces her fingers in John's, then drags him to the kitchen, excited to see if Punk's okay again now that John's permanently back. When she and John enter the kitchen, Punk turns from where he's cooking to face them, "Hey, Sha! Did John tell you the good news?" Punk asks, absolutely glowing. "Yes, he did." Shaleigh smiles, and Punk smiles lovingly at John, before turning back to the stove. "John?" Shaleigh whispers. "Yeah?" John asks. "Old Punk is back. Our Punk is back." She smiles, and John smiles too.
Their Punk. His Punk. His Punk forever. He's never going to lose him again.
"Anything I can help you with, babe?" John asks, going over to Punk, and Punk turns to him and plants a kiss on his lips before responding, "Sure, can you just...
Later that Night:
"...But thanks—" John's cut off by Punk's voice, "Who are you talking to?" Punk asks, sticking his head out the door to the roof. "Oh! I didn't know you were there!" John says, embarrassed, hoping Punk didn't hear what he was saying. "What are you doing?" Punk asks with a chuckle as he walks over to John, seeing him laid out on a blanket, staring up at the sky. "Nothing." John mumbles. "Can I lay with you?" Punk asks, and John smiles up at him, "I'd love that." He replies, and Punk gets down on the ground and lays next to John, pulling him close. "So... Who were you talking to?" Punk asks, extremely curious, being that he doesn't see John's phone anywhere. "Uhm...God." John answers honestly. "Oh..." Punk replies. "Yeah." John replies, hoping awkwardness doesn't ensue now.
"So, is he replying to you?" Punk asks, a little smirk on his face, and John rolls his eyes, "Don't make fun of me, Punk." John groans, and Punk throws his hands out, "I'm not, I swear." Punk replies, trying to hold back a chuckle. "Sure." John sighs, shaking his head.
Punk knows John's pretty religious, and Punk can respect that even though he disagrees with it, so he decides to show that he can be mature and civil about this, "So what were you out here talking to him about?" Punk asks, and John turns and looks at Punk's face, looking for any sign of humor. "Hm. Well, I was just thanking him for today, for ending this whole thing and letting me come back home and stuff." John answers. "Why? He didn't say you could come home. I did. Shouldn't I be the one you're thinking. He didn't have shit to do with it." Punk's not understanding. "You're the one that told me, yes. But it was apart of His plan for today to happen as well, and that's why I'm thanking him." John answers. "Okay, so if me telling you I want you home today is part of his plan or whatever, shouldn't you be pissed at 'God' for including you doing what you did and us splitting up being part of his plan? As pissed as you were about the separation lasting so long, shouldn't you basically hate him?" Punk asks, trying to use logic to prove his beliefs are right. "Well, yeah, you're right, us splitting up and everything was obviously apart of His plan as well, but... I don't know. Clearly there was something we were both supposed to get out of this, a lesson to be learned. Or maybe I did something wrong and I was being punished, or you were being punished. He made it part of His plan for a reason." John answers, and Punk scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Really? That's your response? Okay, so then you shouldn't have wasted all those tears and all that anger. You should have took your punishment or learned your lesson with a smile then." Punk says, and John sighs, "You're making this bigger than it really is, Punk. People obviously have natural reactions to everything that happens to them, His plan or not." John explains. "I'm the one making a big deal of this," Punk laughs out, "Okay. And I guess, John. You can be one of his people in his sick game of Sims if you want. More power to ya," Punk replies, but John stays silent.
"Are you mad at me?" Punk rolls his head to look at John and asks. "I'm not mad. I'm just frustrated." John replies. "I'm not trying to be disrespectful to you, or your 'God'. I just don't believe in that stuff and I find it all BS." Punk says. "I know you don't believe in that, but I do. And it just frustrates me that instead of trying to understand where I'm coming from, you choose to make fun of me and my beliefs instead." John explains. "I've tried understanding, John! And it makes no sense to me, and that's why I don't believe. And I'm sorry for making you think I'm making fun of you, alright? I wasn't trying to. You believe in him, and you were thanking him. I get it. Maybe since you were nice enough to thank him, he'll let something good happen to you and us or something. I hope that works out for you." Punk says, hoping John will stop being frustrated with him. "Thanks." John mumbles. "You're welcome." Punk replies.
"I want to ask you something." John says, and Punk nods, "Sure. What?" He asks. "Are you going to raise Gage as an atheist?" John asks, and Punk bites his lip in silence, carefully thinking things through before replying. "Amy and I've never really discussed that. Religion obviously isn't a thing we talk about. Uhm, I guess no. He should be able to make his own decision on whether he believes in Christianity and stuff when he's older. Why?" Punk explains. "I want to go to church next Sunday. Can I take him? Or would that bother you?" John asks, and Punk gives a little sigh, "Sure, if it'll make you happy, you can take him." Punk replies. "Thanks!" John smiles wide.
"I hope you know how happy I am that you're home." Punk says, interlacing their fingers. "I hope you know how happy I am to be home!" John chuckles. "I think I may have an idea, yeah." Punk laughs. "When do you get Gage back? I bet he'll be so excited I'm home too." John says. "Amy's dropping him off tomorrow on her way out of town. And Gage will be ecstatic to have his Da-Da back." Punk leans over and kisses John's lips. "You mean the world to me, Phil. You're the only one I want, and the only one I'll ever need. I promise." John says, then chews the inside of his lip. "Babe, I feel the same way. You're my one and only okay? Till death do we part, like I promised." Punk replies, then leans in and kisses John again, then time rolling over to hover above John as he licks along John's lips till he parts them, his tongue sneaking in and finding John's. And the men lay there the rest of the just kissing and cuddling and making sure they know how much they love each other.
A/N: So they're back together again! Yay! Isn't that exciting? But, you know me, the drama isn't over. Pshh. What do you think of what happened this chapter, and what will happen next, and things of that nature? (And don't forget to follow my FF Twitter!) Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Next update should come NEXT Thursday after TNA! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)