Punk had left AJ sleeping the next morning and to his surprise, she sleep all the way through until noon. It just showed him how tired she really was, but he felt like he had to wake her, or else she wouldn't sleep later on that night.

He'd already been up, showered, fed and bathed Tate, went out to the grocery store to complete the list April made last night. If he could do anything to help AJ not feel as stressed and secluded, then of course he would do it.

He came home, lay Tate down in the living room just in time to receive a very good phone call.

"April…" He stood at her side, tapping her lightly on her shoulder as she woke and looked up to him, turning her head to the clock and gasping.

"Why didn't you wake me?" She said, sitting up in bed and grabbing her sweater from the bottom of it, putting it on and zipping it up as well as taking her glasses and places them on her nose.

"Because you were so tired last night." Punk said, "It's alright. I got Tate up, fed him and put him in the bath. We went to the grocery store, I got everything on that list you made last night. And guess what?" He followed her out of their bedroom, watching her approach Tate and lift him up for a morning, or in this case, afternoon kiss.

"What?" AJ said, extremely thankful for Punks input towards what she had to do today, she needed that lie in more than anything.

"I got the job that I put down for. I start on Monday." He smiled as she did, but almost with relief.

"That's great, Phil." AJ smiled.

Everything was falling into place, slowly of course, but it was falling into place. She just still couldn't help feel like she was protecting her identity, that she couldn't be herself in the public. She was living in fear, fear of a knock at the door any minute to come take Punk away. It still terrified her, but he was here. Punk was here and so was Tate.

She lay Tate back down on the blankets and walked over towards Punk. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and lay her head on his chest with a deep sigh.

"I'm still scared." She admitted.

"I know you are, sweetheart." He rubbed her back in circular notions. "I am too. But we're safe here. No one is going to know where we are. Don't worry, please." He begged. When AJ worried, he worried.

"Are we ever going to get married?" She looked up at him, knowing that their wedding date was coming close.

"We will, I promise." He nodded, "Just after we get settled here. Yeah?" He said.

"Yeah." She nodded, leaning her head back down on his chest as he kissed her head, her soft silky hair tickling his nose as he done so.

Later that night…

It had been a settled night in their warm apartment. AJ managed to catch up on some college work while Punk contented Tate, either just lying with him on the couch while a movie played, or waving stuffed toys at him, his little eyes lighting up at the different colours and shapes.

However, the night did tick on and Tate aswell as Punk and AJ were fast asleep. AJ was in some sort of nightmare that she couldn't get out of. She tossed and she turned restlessly. She knew she was dreaming, dreaming of such horrid things, but she just couldn't wake herself up. It was horrible.

She did eventually wake up and immediately called out for Punk, "Phil." She sat up, taking her hand and slapping the side Punk slept on, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing the room as Punk moaned.

"W-what… what is it?" Punk asked in AJ's attempts to reach out for him she may have slapped him a little hard on the chest.

"I'm sorry." She shivered, feeling the cold air from out of the covers hit her, "I had a really bad dream." She said as Punk shuffled himself to sit up.

"About?" Punk leaned forward, waiting for her to explain.

"They came and took you." She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, hugging herself as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, everything feeling so real.

Punk could have guessed it was that, what else would have frightened her, "They didn't take me." Punk reassured her, brushing her hair from her face, "I'm right here. I'm always going to be right here." He told her as she nodded.

AJ gave a weak smile and looked down. Things were just so horrible right now. Her life was perfect. She was meant to be getting married, her college work was going great, Phil had a good job, Tate was continuing to be the perfect little bundle of joy ever and they had a fantastic home that she missed dearly. It was all just a little too much, she felt herself feel partially unstable. Like she wanted to take the pain out on something.

Punk could see her shivering, her baggy eyes hanging low and the way she was holding herself. She looked ill, physically and emotionally. It was impossible for him to watch her like this.

"I just don't want to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life." She sighed, "I don't think I could live properly." She admitted.

"I promise you, I'm going to make this home the safest home for you and Tate ever. Listen to me…" He tilted her chin up to turn and face him, "They're probably looking for me right now, once they see I'm not in Chicago they'll realise I've ran. The case is too old to keep going. They'll drop it within weeks of searching. They aren't going to take me." He promised.

AJ just looked at him those love crazy eyes and waited on him taking full advantage of her vulnerability. She gazed at him with such want, only a fool would ignore her. He was no fool.

Punk crashed his lips against her and never messed around with deepening it and gliding his tongue inside her mouth, lowering her back down onto the bed and laying on top of her. He never put his full weight on her. He held it up by his hands on the bed at either side of her head.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

AJ didn't know if he was talking directly to her or just talking to himself. Nonetheless his talking was halted and he crashed his lips back against hers, indulging in her sweet mouth and caressing her frail self. She was just one of those people that needed that extra bit of reassurance, especially from him. She was a worrier, a big one. If he couldn't tell her it would be ok, he'd show her.

He ran his hands up her vest t-shirt, smiling when he realised she had no bra on, cupping her breasts lightly and continuing to lock with her lips, being as gentle as she possibly could be.

He eventually was fed up of just feeling her and whisked her t-shirt off her in a flash, throwing it behind him and looking down at her beauty.

She never was heavily chested, but she was perfect, her breasts were just the right size for him to cup, it was like they were made for his hands.

He continued to look down at her, only a small pair of cottoned shorts on her, her hands in her hair as her eyes fluttered opened and closed, so ready for him. She was the definition of perfect, and no one could tell him different, not even if they tried.

He leaned down and took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peachy coloured bud and squeezing the other breast with his hand, making sure she was attended to in all places.

"Oh, Phil…" AJ moaned, cupping the back of his neck as he sent shivers down her spine, his warm wet tongue on her was the most satisfying yet tensional thing ever.

Punk loved hearing her, it was his favourite part of being so intimate with her. Most men were selfish and only cared about scoring their fix, which he of course did in some reckless occasions but he could watch and listen to her all day and get so much pleasure from it.

Once he had paid a close amount attention to her breasts and upper body, he shuffled down her body, leaving a trail of kisses through the valley of her breasts and the middle of her tummy. He finally reached her shorts and looked up at her whilst he hooked his fingers in either side of the shorts.

He slowly pulled them down, revealing her perfect womanhood to himself and doing away with them and her panties, settling in between her legs, his hot breath giving her goosebumps above him.

"Touch me." She looked down at him through her opened legs. She couldn't bare this wait, it was killing her.

Punk ran his finger down her slit and began to stroke her clit, watching AJ writhe above him. Wanting to get closer to her, having a strong urge to kiss her while she moaned, he shuffled back up towards her, keeping his hand set stroking her, only facing her now directly, lying on his side beside her and watching her turn her head to look at him.

"Is that good?" He asked her as she nodded and bit her lip, turning back away from him and rolling her head back onto the soft pillow, squirming as he pushed a finger into her wet and tight opening.

"Phil!" She shrieked at the unexpected presence inside her, wrapping one arm around him as he lay beside her, stroking and plunging his finger in and out of her, only to retrieve and add another finger, stretching her completely.

AJ grabbed the bed sheets with her other hand and gasped for air, her chest rising and lowering quickly as Punk bumped off her g-spot every single time he pushed his fingers into her. It was heaven. It was warm and fuzzy, heart clenching and love wreckoning. It made her tingle from her toes to her head.

Punk leaned in and began to kiss her neck, whispering in her ear as he stroked his fingers inside her a little quicker, really hitting the spot as AJ let out a loud moan, one hand clawing at the bed sheets and the other around his neck while he sucked at her pulse point.

It didn't take her much, just a few more quick strokes and she was there. The tingle in her stomach was set free as her juices coated his fingers and her back arched from the bed. He really knew how to set her off in just the simplest of ways.

Still quivering and shaking with Punk on his side beside her, he left her moist folds alone for only a few minutes and kissed down on her neck, hearing her purr and moan like a little kitten. He then felt her take his hand and lower the fingers that were just inside her to her mouth, tasting herself as he chuckled.

"Taste good?" He smirked as she nodded and let his fingers free from her mouth, smiling innocently up at him.

He lay back over her, settling in between her legs and doing away with his boxers, finding her willing opening again, this time with a much larger force, stretching her to the max and filling her completely.

"Yes… Oh…" She pulled his head down to express her love through a kiss, feeling his hips begin to move forward and back, dragging his hardened length against her sweet spot, pressing down on all buttons and sending jolts down her full body.

"April… you feel so good, baby." He moaned, pressing his forehead against hers as she gasped for air, losing her breath everytime Punk thrusted into her with such force.

"Harder… faster, don't stop." AJ moaned, clawing her nails down his back, feeling him take hold of her waist and thrust into her at a much forceful pace.

"Oh god…" Punk rolled his eyes, "You're so tight. I could do this between your legs all day." And he meant it.

"Oh, Phil! I'm close…" She shifted around, her body tingling and screaming on the inside with every thrust of his large length. With that and the occasional times he would suck down on her breasts, it was pure heaven. And it was enough for her to forget about the bad situation they were in. It was enough for her to not feel scared and alone, which made Punk extra happy.

"Come for me. C'mon April, that's a girl." He stroked her cheek and rapidly smacked his hip bones down against hers, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room along with AJ's piercing moans.

"Phil! I'm so close." She moaned, feeling sweaty just like her boyfriend, reaching up for the pillow behind her as Punk went to the maximum pace, feeling like he was completely numbing her, which to her he was.

He felt such a powerful burning sensation in his lower abdomen and with every stroke inside her he felt himself lose a little control, the fire ready to explode inside him.

"Phil! Yes! Oh god…" AJ moaned, almost in a cry as she felt her whole body shake and the sweet essence flow out of her and coating Punks length which was still going, throbbing inside her. It was the greatest high ever, her whole body quaked and shivered, the pleasure being too much for her to control.

"Yes, baby." Punk growled, leading his final thrusts on as he too reached his peak, spilling himself inside her, collapsing on top of her in a sweaty heap, feeling her body still stiff and shaky, holding her arms still so she would stop, although he did enjoy watching what he could do to her.

AJ felt so numb, but so numb and good. She stroked her hand through Punks damp hair, smiling as he looked up at her.

"We're going to be alright." He said in a husky voice, his breathing still harsh as hers was too.

AJ just cupped his cheeks and leaned forward for a sweet kiss, her body pressed up against his as he lay on to her, not having any energy left to push himself off and on to his side of the bed.

It was a sweaty kiss that was weak from both of them from lack of energy, but it was meaningful and sealed the night perfectly.

Punk lay his head back down on her chest, listening to her heart beat as she ran her hands through his messy hair, closing her eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber, satisfied and tired, assured and reassured. They were fine here, of course they were. Everything was going to be alright. Punk said so himself, and she trusted him and his word.

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