The next night…

"Dude… she's so small." Colt said, sitting on the couch in Punks living room, holding Scarlett whilst Punk put up a few cards on the mantel. All of congratulations on the birth of Scarlett.

"Yeah, so don't drop her." Punk said, reading the cards as he went along, some from people who he hadn't even spoke to in his life, some from fans who had just posted things through his mail box, which was nice but a little freaky to him.

"Where's April?" Colt asked.

"She's upstairs sleeping." Punk said. The only person so far that knew about their engagement was Colt. Even after everything Punk still trusted Colt with his life and knew he wouldn't blab to anyone.

"So… what did it look like?" Colt cringed, looking over at Punk who took a seat on the couch across from him, looking through his phone.

"What did what look like?" Punk mumbled, his eyes coming away from his phone, looking over at Colt rolling his eyes.

"You know…" Colt said, looking down at Scarlett.

"Oh…" Punk realised, "You know, it wasn't as bad as what I thought it would be." Punk shrugged.

Both of them fell silent, an awkwardness around them.

"Worst nightmare?" Colt said.

"It was the weirdest thing I've ever done in my life." Punk admitted, cringing.

"Yeah." Colt nodded with a laugh, "Well, she's here. I guess that's all that matters." Colt said, looking down at Scarlett.

"Yeah." Punk agreed with a proud smile, "I should probably feed her." Punk stood up and stretched, he barely got a good sleep last night on the couch in the hospital room, he was thankful to be home and going into his own bed tonight with his soon to be wife.

He walked into the kitchen whilst Colt kept an eye on Scarlett, making her up her bottle that took not long at all.

He then carefully took her from Colt and made himself comfy on the couch with her, watching her latch on to the bottle, her little feet wriggling in her onesie as she gulped the milk down.

"So… when's this wedding happening?" Colt asked, watching Punk feed his daughter, wiping any milk from her mouth that had spilled out.

"I don't know, as soon as I can persuade her to marry me. I don't want to rush her into things, she's just had a baby." Punk said.

"And where does wrestling stand in all of this? I thought your plan was to stay home for the first few months with Scarlett and then head back on the road with April and her." Colt said, tapping his fingers against the arm of the couch.

"It was… but I don't know, I don't want Scarlett to be brought up into the business, I want her to be at home playing with her toys, going to school, being normal… if I take her with me from this early on in her life, she'll either be a Stephanie McMahon version two… or she'll grow up hating me for ruining her childhood by taking her from city to city." Punk said… "I want her to have a normal life Colt, I don't want the fact that her parents are on TV to change anything." Punk said, looking down at Scarlett still enjoying her bottle, her little hand grabbing on to his finger.

"She will have a normal life, you can make time for wrestling and her, without joining them together… you can get a lighter schedule, you can fly home… don't make it a decision to choose between her or WWE." Colt said.

"And what about April? I can't just expect her to give up everything and be a full time mom at home who could have made something out of her life but ended up getting pregnant in the middle of it." Punk said.

"Listen to me… April's a mom now, she's going to do whatever is best for Scarlett and for your relationship." Colt said, which Punk agreed on with him. He knew April would do anything to keep Scarlett safe and happy, "All I'm saying is… you're too young to be questioning yourself on if you should stay wrestling… I know you haven't said it, but I know you're thinking it. Look at Hunter, he has three daughters and he's always on wrestling, as well as making time for them." Colt said, making a valid point.

"I'm not young Colt, I'm 34. Maybe Scarlett was a sign." Punk said.

"A sign? Dude, the condom broke. That was it." Colt shook his head.

"Hey, watch it." Punk said, covering Scarlett's ears as he put the empty bottle down, "She might be small but she can still hear." He frowned.

"Listen, I better go… it's getting late. Just, don't give up so easily. I feel like… I feel like I'm losing you." Colt admitted, standing up, watching Punk put Scarlett down in her crib that sat next to the couch.

"Losing me?" Punk said, folding his arms and looking at Colt.

"Yeah." Colt nodded, "It's like I'm losing my brother who's maturing into an adult. You've got a kid, you're getting married. I feel like it's just Phil I talk to these days." Colt admitted.

"Where's Punk?" Punk asked him.

"I don't know. Why don't you go look for him?" Colt said, watching Punk sigh and stand up straight, his arms still folded, "I'll catch you later." Colt said, walking out of the house, leaving Punk standing in the middle of the living room.

Punk just rubbed his hands over his face, his eyes nipping with tiredness and exhaustion. He couldn't wait to get into bed.

He lifted Scarlett up into his chest, his hand supporting her back as her head leaned on his shoulder. He locked up and shut the lights off, all while carrying her carefully, heading upstairs and into her room for the first time with her.

He switched the dim lamp on over in the corner, the one April had picked out with to pink pocadots on the shade.

He laid her down gently in the Cot in which she looked so perfect in, her tiny eye lids shut, her legs wriggling in her little white onesie every now and then. She fit right in to the room and everything was completed now that she was there.

"I love you baby girl." Punk said, leaning down and kissing her forehead, "Sweet dreams." He said softly, switching the main light off, keeping the lamp on for her and closing the door over slightly, keeping it open a little in case she started crying during the night, which was bound to happen.

He then walked into his own bedroom where April lay fast asleep on her side, she looked just as perfect as Scarlett did.

He took no time at all in stripping down to his boxers and getting under the covers, the comfort of his own soft covers relaxing him already. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead as well, reaching over and switching the lamp on.

Punk was still here, underneath all of the changing diapers and making up bottles and proposing to his girlfriend, Punk was still here… Phil was just overshadowing him.

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