"Another one?" Colt asked, at the mall with Punk, helping him pick the rest of Scarlett's presents.
"I know." Punk said.
"How do you feel about it?" Colt asked his best friend.
"What do you want me to say? I thought we would have waited until at least Scarlett was in elementary. She's still one." Punk said.
"Yeah, but she'll be two when the baby comes, nearly three for that matter. You don't seem to happy?" Colt said, sensing a sadness from Punk.
"Well think about it… Another baby means a longer wait to return to WWE, less of me seeing April and another screaming voice in the house." Punk said, looking along the different toys in the store, picking some up and reading the back of them, looking at different things.
"Does April know this is how you feel?" Colt asked.
"No. Like I would tell her. I just feel like everything is happening too quickly." Punk said.
"Well it still is your kid. Wither you like it or not." Colt said, "Maybe you should talk to April about how you feel, she might understand." Colt suggested.
"Or she might divorce me." Punk said, hearing Colt chuckle.
"Shut up." Colt pushed him.
Later that day…
Punk had made his way to the dog shelter, where Scarlett and April were.
Walking by all the dogs, petting some through the cage and smiling at them. He knelt down to one and took a chip from the packet he was eating, sliding it into the cage and smiling at the dog crunching on it. He didn't love dogs to the extent that April did, but they sure were cute animals.
"Phil, don't do that." April said.
"Why not?" Punk frowned, standing back up straight and walking towards her.
"Because you'll make it sick." She said.
Punk just rolled his eyes and walked through the back to find Scarlett sitting on her play mat with her toys they April packed with her to take when they came here.
"Daddy." Scarlett smiled, thrilled to see her father.
"How's my girl?" Punk asked, lifting up Scarlett, holding her against his side, "Have you been helping mommy look after the doggies?" Punk asked, watching Scarlett nod.
"Phil, I'm going to be working late tonight, so make sure you…"
"Again?" Punk sighed frustratedly.
"Is it a problem?" April asked.
"No." Punk shook his head, "Just… felt like I haven't seen you at all this week." Punk said.
"I shouldn't be too late. Anyway, make sure she gets a bath and you put that cream on her arm." April said. Not too long ago Scarlett had got reach of April's coffee whilst at work and spilled it down her, burning her arm.
"Alright." Punk nodded, "I don't like you staying here late, alone." Punk said, uneasy and shaking his head.
"Don't be stupid, I'm a big girl." April said.
"You have your phone?" Punk asked her.
"Yeah." She nodded, "I'll see you when I get home." April said, reaching up and pecking him on the lips, also saying goodnight to Scarlett since she wouldn't see her until later on when she would probably be sleeping.
Once Punk had taken Scarlett home and bathed her, putting her to sleep not long after her bath, he waited and waited for April to come home, lying on the couch and watching The Walking Dead. He wouldn't sleep until she was in.
Finally when she was home she took her jacket off and sat it in the kitchen, walking in to find him lying up on the couch.
"Hey." Punk smiled.
"Why aren't you in bed?" April asked, "You don't have to wait up for me, you know." April said, watching him sit up, pulling her down to sit beside him.
"Yes I do." Punk said, "About the baby…"
"Colt phoned me, Phil." April said, looking up at Punk.
Punk just swallowed loudly and looked down at her. He was going to kill Colt.
"I get it." April nodded, "I know it isn't ideal, we've both just gotten used to being parents to Scarlett, but I don't get what the problem is, I understood you the first time, we were both scared, it happened a bit unexpectedly and quickly, we were still wrestling, but what's the problem now?" April said.
"I don't know." Punk ran his hands through his hair, "Two kids seem so, so much bigger than one. I feel like we'll be seeing less of each other when the baby comes and I don't want that." Punk said.
"You think I'm going to forget about you?" April raised her eyebrows at him.
"No." Punk tutted, "We'll just… we'll not have time for each other, think about it, we barely have enough time for each other right now and that's only with Scarlett." Punk sighed.
"Out of everyone, you're the biggest baby… married people do have kids, Phil." She said, watching Punk just look down. She shuffled beside him and looked up at him, "I know you miss it." She said, "I do too." She nodded to herself.
Punk just looked at her. She could read his mind like a book, over the past few weeks he had been missing WWE more than usual, maybe it was because April had her new job, or maybe it was Colt getting in his ear, or maybe it was the moments were he got to sit down and watch old wrestling matches, when April was at work and Scarlett was napping.
"Listen to me…" April said, keeping her eyes attached to his, "I love you and I want you to be happy, if what you want is to go back, I won't mind." She said.
"What and leave you pregnant and Scarlett?" Punk said, "I wouldn't do that to you."
"We aren't going anywhere. I'll be fine, Scarlett will be fine. I'd rather you go out and be happy, than stay here and be grumpy."
"I'm not grumpy." Punk said.
"You had an argument with the toaster this morning for burning your toast. You're grumpy." She said, hearing him chuckle, slightly laughing herself.
"Yeah, I miss it. But I don't know if I can be away from you or Scarlett." Punk said.
"You will see us, just… not as much. I'll let you think about it." April said.
She wasn't having her husband unhappy, just because she had managed to move on from WWE, didn't mean he had, she knew he missed it and like she said, she would much rather him be happy and back out on TV, rather than stuck at home taking out his stress on her.
"You'd seriously be ok about it?" Punk asked her, he wouldn't go until he had her full permission.
He did miss it, he would give anything just to go out there and perform again, wrestle like he used to, it had been nearly two years since his last match, the urge to get back into the ring was too much. Was he being selfish though? He had to stop and think, leaving April here on her own to look after Scarlett and their unborn child, that wasn't very husband or father like of him, but then again, she was encouraging him.
"I'd be fine. I mean… I'd miss you, a lot… so would Scar, but… I don't want you to feel like you're stuck in this house all of the time, changing diapers and putting babies to sleep." She said.
"Hey, I'd never feel stuck in this house…" Punk said, "You'd really be ok with it?" Punk asked her again.
"Yeah." April nodded, "I know you miss it." She said, leaning her head on his shoulder, "I do too." She mumbled.
Punk was torn, he so desperately wanted to be back in a ring again, wrestling, performing, getting the adrenalin rush that he loved to get, that he hadn't felt in so long, but he had a pregnant wife and a one year old daughter who was depending on him, even though April was saying she was ok with it, he knew she wouldn't be, but then again… he would see them at least twice a week, he'd be home for holidays, he wouldn't have a heavy schedule, it wasn't like he was going and never coming back, although it might have felt that way for April.
"Phil…" April said, looking at Punk looking down at her, "Go." She nodded.
Punk just kissed her head as she leant it back down against his shoulder, cuddling into him as his arm snaked around her protectively. Maybe it was time.
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