6 months later…
7 months had came and gone so quick that AJ felt like she had blinked and her stomach had increased nearly three times in size. She was a week away from her due date and was entering the uncomfortable stage of her pregnancy.
It was the greatest six months she could have hoped for. Punk had recovered very quickly and was out the hospital after a day of rest. She could tell he made sure every day he paid his full attention to AJ, never leaving her side, taking her out and treating her like a princess. Not that he didn't do that before everything had went down with Dom, but he just gave her so much attention. She adored it.
As soon as they told the guys that they were engaged, they didn't even seem surprised. Everyone was so happy for them, especially after everything they had went through. It was nice to see something good going on in their lives.
She began to enjoy her pregnancy after Punk got out of hospital and really treasured the moments of growing a tiny little human inside her. As much as sometimes it drove her insane, especially when the baby kicked or put her off certain foods she normally liked. Punk had been the most supportive fiance she could have ever asked for. He was there morning noon and night taking care of her. She knew he was already so attached to their baby girl already, and she wasn't even out yet.
AJ's attack felt like a lifetime away, and she never even thought about it anymore. She was completely over it. She wanted to look to the future and not the past, think about all the good things coming up in her life like getting married and having her first baby. She felt like she deserved this happiness after everything she had been put through.
They hadn't set a date yet for their wedding. They wanted to wait until their daughter was born. In fact, AJ's quote on quote words were, 'I don't want to get married when I'm fat.' To which Punk had to convince her she looked stunning and then shut her up with some sympathy sex which had occurred quite a lot in the past six months. Not that he was complaining.
He was terrified of getting married and becoming a father, well… mostly becoming a father. He was terrified he would fuck it up and be a horrible dad. While AJ slept at night he would be sitting up reading baby books. He had no idea you had to dip your elbow in a bath to check the temperature, or test the formula temperature on your wrist. It scared him how clueless he was. He was hoping he could just wing it and it would come naturally to him.
He was glad however that everything was moving forward. He for one thought that everything AJ had been through had made not only her stronger but their relationship. He was glad that they had moved on and were looking towards building a small little family together.
"Do you know that if a baby has a rash, you should put a cold glass against it's back." Punk told AJ, watching her enter the living room with a glass of water and sandwich.
"What's that? Page ninety eight? Chapter 6? I read that two months ago." She told him, sitting down on the couch beside him as he rolled his eyes at her immature behaviour.
"I like to take my time reading thank you very much." He told her, his eyes going back to the book.
"No. You just get distracted by the TV every time you pick the book up." AJ told him, which was the truth, biting into her sandwich. They were amateurs at this. They'd never done anything like this and no one could prepare them for it.
"Never wake a sleeping baby." Punk told her like it was news to her, "So like… if they're sleeping, you can't touch them." Punk looked around in confusion, not seeing how that made sense.
AJ reached for the glass of water on the coffee table, "You can touch them, just don't wake them." AJ said, "But that's just common sense. Why would you wake something that is going to start screaming and crying when you do." AJ said, taking a drink of her water and sitting back up against him on the couch, leaning into him as she enjoyed her sandwich.
"So she has to be fed during the night?" Punk asked AJ.
"Yup." AJ nodded, "And because I'll be so tired from giving birth the first few nights, you're on duty." She told him, "Hopefully she'll be one of those baby's that sleep right through." AJ said. If there was one thing her and Punk loved, it was sleep, and having a baby was definitely going to cause some stroppy moods when they were woken up.
"So what? You just have to give birth to her and then I'm left to run on like… one hours sleep every night." Punk said.
"Just give birth to her?" AJ sat up and looked at him in the eye.
Punk realised how that sounded immediately, "I realise how bad that sounds. I apologise. Women are great people. Women are the greatest. You are the greatest. Please, don't hit me." Punk said as AJ chuckled.
"Do you think Dean, Seth and Roman will be allowed in the delivery room?" AJ asked Punk curiously.
"Why would you want them there?" Punk asked her like she was insane.
"I don't know. I just feel like it's something everyone should witness." She told him.
"Yeah, you won't be saying that when she's coming. You won't even want me there. In fact, you're going to hate me." Punk said, like usual, dropping the baby book and getting distracted, like every night.
"Why would I hate you?" AJ shook her head.
"Because you're going to look to put fault on somebody… I was the one who got you knocked up." Punk said, feeling her hit him with a cushion as they both laughed.
The more and more the days went by, the more and more things were getting serious. The nursery was ready, AJ's hospital bag was ready and in the car, the guys were on speed dial. It was nerve wracking in some level, but it was also so exciting.
"In fact… if you don't tell me it's my fault that you're in so much pain, I will get up with her every single night for the first six months of her life." Punk put his hand out.
"Oh, it's on." AJ shook his hand with a smile.
One Week Later…
"This is all your fault!" AJ screamed at Punk who smiled smugly, not at his fiance's pain but at his predicting deal he had with her.
"I know it is. You can punch me later. Just keep doing what you're doing, yeah." Punk stroked his fingertips through her sweaty hair, watching her puff on the gas and air like no tomorrow, gurning every few seconds with the tight and gut wrenching pain she was feeling.
They both turned around when the door opened, exposing Dean who was holding a 'it's a girl' balloon, Renee, Roman and Seth, all piling into the small room as the midwives glanced at each other unhappy with the crowded atmosphere.
"So when is she here?" Seth rubbed his hands together.
"When my uterus decides, ok." AJ snapped at her friend who put his hands up, "I'm sorry." AJ apologised immediately.
"There shouldn't be this many people in the room." The midwife exclaimed, "April needs to stay calm and focus on her breathing." She said.
"Ok ok." Dean tutted at the midwife, "We're going." He said. With that they all wished their good lucks to AJ, and to Punk, and left out of the delivery room to go wait in the waiting room.
"Ok, April. You're nearly there." The midwife checked how many centimetres she was dilated, walking over across to the room to get prepared for delivery.
"I love you so much." Punk told her, massaging her head with his hands buried deep in her hair, laying a kiss on her lips.
"I love you too." AJ moaned with a small smile.
It felt so surreal to be here finally having her baby. It felt like just yesterday she found out in the bathroom in their room, terrified of whose baby it was she was carrying, only to find out it was her boyfriends. This baby was the only thing that kept her going through things, her and Punk of course. She couldn't wait to finally meet her and see the little beauty she had created.
It actually wasn't a long procedure, as soon as she got the first few pushes out of the way, crushing Punks hand in her own while she done so, the baby just seemed to make it's own way out into the world. Letting out the most ear fulfilling screams ever, angels singing to AJ.
The baby girl was placed on her chest and even though still bloody and mucus, she was the most prettiest little thing AJ had ever seen, she tried her hardest not to cry but it was impossible.
Punk had never felt so overjoyed in his life. He'd never felt so happy and proud than he did at this moment. He was a father. His daughter was here and although she was very noisy and bloody for that matter, she was the most precious, beautiful thing he had ever seen, alongside her mother.
"She's beautiful." AJ gasped as the midwife scooped her up into her arms, turning the baby girl to face AJ and Punk.
Punk kissed AJ's head as he stared at the gorgeous little girl before his eyes. She was like a little flower. He couldn't find words to explain how he was feeling at this perfect moment.
"I'll go get her cleaned up." The midwife smiled, "She's perfect."
"She is." AJ agreed, "She's perfect." She looked up at Punk who nodded with a smile.
"I am so… so proud of you." Punk smiled, leaning down and kissing his fiance on the lips, having never been prouder of her. Not just for having their baby girl, but for everything she had overcome in the past year. She was so strong, stronger than he would ever be.
"Here we are…" The midwife approached back over to the newly parents, the little baby girl all cleaned up, her skin so soft and smooth like a little peach, wrapped in a light pink blanket.
AJ took her daughter in her arms, smiling as a tear rolled down her cheek, taken away by the beauty of the small little thing.
Punk couldn't believe he had made something so stunning. She was like a little wrapped up angel. His love for her was already as strong as it could be.
"Do we have a name for her yet?" The midwife asked curiously.
"No." AJ shook her head, looking up, "Not yet." AJ said, not having thought of a name yet, turning her head back down to her daughter, Punk watching over her shoulder with awe and amazement.
"We'll just call her baby girl Brooks." The midwife smiled, leaving the couple alone to soak in the beauty of their new born baby.
"I love her." AJ cried, but with a smile on her face, watching her daughter as she made an O shape with her mouth, wriggling her little arms and legs in the blanket, her eyes opening wide as she seen the most perfect, identical eyes to Punk ever.
"I love her too." Punk smiled, leaning over AJ and kissing his daughters head, so soft and smooth. It was this moment right here that made everything they went through worth it, to have something so precious and beautiful in their arms.
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