"Do you want to talk about what just happened there?" Punk asked AJ as she walked into the living room, her hands and arms shaking, sitting down hesitantly on the couch across from him, after putting the kids to bed and feeding James, taking so much time to do it and hugging each child just that little bit longer before they went to sleep.
"I can't live here." AJ shook her head, "I won't." She refused.
"So I had a bad dream, Sam's doing some sleep walking. What's the big deal?" Punk looked at her in confusion.
"Did you not hear what I told you?" She looked at him, "The people who lived here before us killed each other, their children were…" She bit her tongue and turned from him.
"You're going to believe some old ghost story that the perverted old gardener told you?" Punk looked at her like she was insane.
"This is exactly how he said it started… with him not believing her. You're going to think I killed our children." AJ pointed to him as she cried.
"April." Punk sighed as he stood up, walking over to her as she held her hands in her hair in frustration, feeling him sit next to her, "You're overreacting. Whatever shit he told you, whatever nonsense he filled your brain with, forget about it. If things like that happened they would have closed off this place. Would you honestly think I would keep you and our children here if I thought it wasn't safe?" He asked her.
"I'm just scared, Phil." AJ sighed, leaning into him as she hugged her arms around his body.
"You don't have to be." Punk said, kissing her head as he rubbed his hand gently up and down her arm.
He'd never seen her like this, so on edge and scared, she was always the tough one, not taking shit from anyone, but in this case she was so weak and vulnerable, believing anything and anyone. He couldn't get the look out of his mind when he said about Sam and Charlie innocently playing on the perfectly fine tyre swing in the front garden. The way she ripped them away so quickly and possessively, as if making a statement to someone out there that they were her children and they belonged to her. She was tough in that way he supposed.
"Charlie, Sam, James… they're all fine, ok?" Punk said, feeling her slightly nod, not having anything else to say.
She hadn't been this scared since Joe's attacks on her, it was the same paranoia she was feeling, the same lurching anxiety at the bottom of her stomach, no matter what Punk said, no matter how many times he hugged her, she still felt frightened, and that scared her even more.
"Maybe tomorrow you should go out with my mom, you know… just have a day to yourselves, I'll keep an eye on the kids, I think you need some time to yourself." He said.
"You won't let them play at that swing, will you?" She looked up at him.
"AJ why can't they…" He paused and looked at her fearful face, "No, no… I won't let them go near it." He said, for her panicked self.
"Thank you." AJ said, leaning her head back down against his chest, "You never told me how you got on with getting your job?" AJ said, trying to ease into normal conversation now.
"Things went good. I got my job back and managed to get good shifts. I also popped into the hospital on my way home, hints to why I was so long… I spoke to your old boss and she's willing to give you your old job back to." He smiled.
"Really?" AJ looked up at Punk with a smile, having missed being a nurse so much, she never thought she would have said that.
"Really." Punk nodded, "Promise me you'll let all this weird shit go." He said.
"I promise." AJ nodded, second guessing herself on why she bothered to believe that creepy old gardener anyway, she had Punks protection, her strong, and protective husband's protection. No one could harm her or her children.
"Well now that you've calmed down, what do you say we…" Punk couldn't speak his suggestion, AJ already knew what it was and sprang for his lips, the burning sensation of want and need filling up in her already, her lips and tongue interlocking with hers as she climbed on top of him.
"I do have to admit…" AJ moaned against his lips, feeling him move to her neck as he wrapped his arms around her, tilting her neck to give him better access, "This house does make me so much wetter. Or maybe you're just getting better…" She said, hearing him chuckle a little against her neck.
"I didn't think I could get any better." Punk said cockily, kissing AJ back upon the lips, stripping her t-shirt up quickly and off her, unclasping her bra as he stared at her for a minute.
"Baby, make me feel good." AJ moaned, continuing to straddle his hips, caressing the back of his head as she gently guided it into her breasts, letting him catch on and begin teasing her, sucking on the tender flesh as she ran her hands through his hair.
"April." Punk moaned, watching AJ climb off of him, unbuckling his belt to his jeans and pulling them down with his boxers while he stripped off his t-shirt, quickly throwing it away and turning his attention back to AJ.
Punk looked down as AJ stroked him up and down, her soft hand wrapping around his thick length, continuing to stroke him up and down before closing her mouth around the tip of his cock, resting her hands on his thighs while she bobbed her head up and down.
"April… Oh god." Punk moaned, his eyes rolling back with his head, tangling his hands in AJ's hair as he cursed under his breath at the pleasure flowing through his blood stream.
AJ let his length free from his mouth with an audible pop, standing up and shimmying her jeans and panties down, kicking them away as she straddled back on Punks hips, kissing him upon the lips as she cupped his cheeks, feeling him grip his length and find her entrance.
"Yes… Oh yes." AJ moaned as she began shifting her hips up and down, with Punks help, his hands on either side of her hips, moving her up and down at a fast pace.
"You're so tight…" Punk moaned, "So beautiful." He kissed her shoulder as she bounced up and down on his hardened length that was buried deep inside her.
She was gloving onto him so tight, tighter than usual, maybe it was the fear she had from the house showing through, whatever it was… it was making his pleasure ten times more sensual and tense, having her wet hot centre cling on to him for dear life.
"Let yourself go… you don't have to be frightened." Punk whispered in her ear, brushing her hair from her face as he looked up at her, increasing the pace of moving her hips up and down, his length slipping in and out of her so easily.
"Make me scream, baby…" AJ moaned, tilting his chin up to her, "Fuck me hard." She moaned. She did love passionate, slow and full of love type sex, but her guilty pleasure was reckless sex on the couch in front of the fire.
"Cum for me, April. Be a good little girl and cum for daddy." Punk moaned in her ear, nudging her neck with his nose as she shivered at his words, her walls just getting tighter and tighter.
"Oh god… Phil!" AJ screamed, her hands on his shoulders as her body went numb, feeling him spill his seed inside her as she came hard, her body trembling as he growled loudly with her.
"Fuck…" Punk moaned at the intensity, feeling AJ collapse her naked self against him.
"That should scare the ghosts away." AJ chuckled with a smile, turning her head up to look at Punk face on, pressing her lips against his softly, she was just being mellow dramatic and paranoid over some stupid story the gardener had told her. This was their house now and as long as Punk was looking after her and their children, she had nothing to be afraid of.
The next day…
AJ had gone out with Punks mom for a day while he stayed home with the kids, keeping a close eye on them still at AJ's request.
He was currently feeding James in the kitchen with the milk that AJ had made up and put in the fridge, the twins sat up at the table watching him.
"You guys like it here?" Punk asked his children out of curiosity, feeding James with pride, looking down at his youngest child greedily gulping down the milk.
"I miss uncle Dean and Seth." Charlie said, resting his head on his hand, not understanding why they moved so far away and to such a dark and gloomy place.
"I miss home." Sam frowned.
"This is your new home now." Punk said with a smile, "I promise you guys will fall in love with it. Now, off you go into the living room, I'll be in in a minute with your lunch." He smiled to them both as they ran off.
He was going to make this the best possible surrounding to bring his children up in, it was a beautiful, spacious house, maybe a little too spacious, but it was going to be great for when the kids got older and he and AJ still needed their space, it was what he had been looking for, what AJ had been looking for since they agreed to move out to Chicago.
He was about to head into the living room with the twin's lunch, James still in his arms after being fed, when the front door went.
He walked out of the kitchen and headed for the door, opening it up and letting in Colette, the woman who sold the house to them, he assumed she was here with some paper work he had yet to receive.
"Here's your insurance policy and taxing number, unimportant things you don't need to read too." Colette said, handing Punk the papers, "What a cute little brat." She smiled at James in Punks arms.
Punk didn't know how to take that comment, so he just smiled a little and then walked into the kitchen with Colette following behind.
"You never told me we got a free gardener with the house. He was filling Aprils head up with a load of shit yesterday, you might want to get him out of here, before I do." Punk said, bouncing James lightly from side to side as he felt him start to get a little distressed and wriggly in his arms.
"Gardener?" Colette raised her eyebrows at Punk.
"Yeah. He was telling my wife all about the people who lived in here before us. Freaked her right out." Punk said.
"Mr Brooks, I can assure you there is no gardener for this residence here. The family that stayed here before you had one, but he passed away, along with the…"
Punk stepped back on one foot, stopping his bouncing movement with James, staring across at Colette, "Along with the?" He leaned in forward for the answer.
"Along with the family." Colette gave in, "I figured you wouldn't buy the house if I told you before, you seemed interested enough and I didn't want to lose out on another customer." Colette said.
"She was telling the truth…" Punk whispered to himself.
"I don't know who your wife was speaking to, Mr Brooks…" Colette said, "But the gardener from the residence before you died along with the rest of the family." She said, watching as Punk stood still, barely finding any strength to keep James up in his arms that was beginning to cry loudly.
"I'll be on my way." Colette said, walking out of the kitchen and out of the house, leaving Punk standing in the kitchen, James in his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter for support, his mind completely stumped.
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