A/N: Lmfao, jeeeeeez. Some of you are HARSH on John. Lol. Note before the chapter: if you guys think the words or anything that Alanna uses in this chapter are too advanced for her age, idc. Just pretend. It's fiction. You'll live. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Recap:
"Last night is erased from my memory. I'm going to forget about it and we can go back to how things were. But you don't get anymore chances, John. I mean it. You're not going to keep doing this shit to me." Punk explains. "I'll never, ever hurt you again!" John whispers, then latches his lips to Punk's, laying him back on the bed as his tongue slides into Punk's mouth. [...] "How dare you tell me that! How dare you tell me that you love me! You don't get to tell me that!" John yells, banging against Randy's chest. "But I do." Randy whispers. [...] I don't want to have these fucking feelings, and they won't go away! And what makes it worse is the feelings are for you! You! You're so…you're so fucking tangible but I can't fucking touch you! I can't touch you because you have a boyfriend! I can't touch you because I'm married! I can't touch you because…because someone might find out and tell everyone. I can't have that happen. But I can't…I can't stop feeling all these ways about you." Randy's on the verge of breaking down, and John's even close to the edge. [...] Stop letting me come in between you two even more. I don't want that influence over your relationship, so stop making me have it. Go be happy, John. Dammit." Randy conveys. [...] "Can I take Alanna out tomorrow afternoon?" John asks. "She'd love that." Randy smiles. "Will I see you there?" John asks. "Yes, Johnny." Randy sighs.
Thursday; iHOP:
"I don't know why you have to say goodbye to the kid. She's probably as bad as her fucked-up Daddy." Punk groans walking into the restaurant with John. "Hey! She's my GodDaughter! Stop talking about her! Besides, no one invited you." John hisses. "Yeah, I was just going to let you be alone around him! No. You don't know what he might do to you." Punk says. "I doubt he'll do anything." John mumbles, thinking back to when they spent the night together in the hotel.
"John?" They hear a voice call out, and they look up to see Samantha and Alanna heading towards them. "UNCLE JOHNNY!" Alanna screams, jumping into his arms. "Hi, gorgeous!" John smiles, hugging her tightly. "Hi, John. Philip." Sam smiles politely, dwindling her fingers together out of nervousness. "Where's Randy?" John asks. "He sent me." Sam answers. "Why?" John asks, not being able to stand the sight of Sam the least bit. For now, in this moment, all the hatred, confusion, and problems in his life are pointed directly at her. "I don't really know. He just said it'd be best. Uhm, I'll be over there. Just let me know when you're ready to go. Alanna, sweetie, I'll be right there, okay?" She says. Alanna nods, and Punk acknowledges her speaking, and that gets Sam to run off.
"I've never liked her." Punk mumbles. John hits Punk in the arm, then points to Alanna. "Oh yeah. Sorry," He then leans in close to Alanna, "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" He asks. "Yes!" She replies. "I don't like your Mommy. Sorry." He smirks, and John hits him again, but Alanna just giggles.
They find the hostess and get seated.
"What you hungry for, kid?" Punk asks, turning to the kids portion of the iHop menu. "Chocolate pancakes!" She squeals. "That sounds delicious. You want the funny face? It's a chocolate pancake and it makes, well, a funny face." Punk explains. "Yes!" Alanna squeals, and Punk nods then looks through the menu for himself. "Thanks." John smiles, loving watching the interaction between Punk and Alanna. Punk just smiles and nods, not taking his eyes off the menu.
"Uncle Johnny, what are you getting?" She asks. "She calls you 'Johnny' too?" Punk raises an eyebrow. "Uhm…yeah…" John mumbles, then quickly looks through the menu for an answer to Alanna's question. "I think I'm going to get the sirloin tips and eggs." John answers, pointing at the picture. "That's for dinner!" Alanna yells. "But you can eat it for breakfast too." He explains. "That's what Daddy gets too. You two are weird." She giggles, and John's face sags momentarily.
"So how have you been? I haven't seen you since your birthday!" John says. "Well I was okay, but now I'm sad." She sighs. "Why are you sad?" He asks. "Daddy said we have to move and go far away." She sticks out her lip, hoping John can somehow up and make all that change. Uncle Johnny always makes things better for her. "Yeah, I know. He told me. I'm sorry, babe. It's for the best though." John says. "How?" She asks. "Because he's not well right now, and he wants to go rest in the peace and quiet. And he wants you to be somewhere where you can have peace and quiet too." John tries to explain.
"Have you seen him? He's hurt. He feels really bad." She sighs and collapses her head against John's shoulder, tears in her little, gorgeous, icy, Blue eyes. Punk looks up at her, feeling a momentary lapse of sadness for what he's done to her Daddy, simply because he has to look like that in front of his child. That reason, and no reason else. "Yes, I've seen him. He does look bad. That's why you have to be a very, very good girl, and you have to do everything he says so that he'll get better even faster okay?" John explains. "Okay! But can you make him feel better? Daddy says you always make him feel better." Alanna says, poking a finger at John's lips. Punk squares his eyes at John, but keeps his mouth shut. "No, Lannimal, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. You just have to be a good girl and let him heal on his own." John replies. "But Uncle Johnny!" She whines.
"Hi, can I get your orders?" The waitress finally comes over. "Yeah, can I get the Split Decision Breakfast? I want a Splashberry with it too. Little Miss will have the Funny Face kids meal, and to drink a…" He lets Alanna answer, "A Sprite!" She says. "John?" Punk calls out. "I want the Sirloin Tips & Eggs with an orange juice." John replies. "Coming right up!" She says, then walks off.
"Uncle Johnny, are you going to come visit me when we move?" Alanna asks, moving back into his arms. "Uhm, I don't know if I'll be able to visit. But you can talk to me through the camera on the computer when ever you want, okay?" John says, mentioning the way they usually have to talk. "Okay." She sighs.
"Maybe John and I can come visit you one day? Would that work for you?" Punk asks. "Only Uncle Johnny. Not you." Alanna replies. "Why not me?" Punk asks, amused with her Diva-like tendencies. "Because I don't like you." She replies. "And why is that?" Punk asks. "Because my Daddy doesn't like you." She explains. "Well I don't like your Daddy, how about that?" Punk mentions. "So." She sticks her tongue out.
"Come here." Punk says, motioning with his index finger. John tries to stop her, but before he can, she climbs under the table and crawls into the seat next to Punk.
"I bet you by time we leave here that you'll like me." He wagers. "Nuh-uh. You're a butt." She smiles. "I'm buying you a funny face. Remember, funny face?" Punk says, poking her nose. "Hey! I don't got a funny face! Do I Uncle Johnny? I look like my Daddy!" She yells. "You're gorgeous, Lanna. Yes, you look just like your Daddy." John gives a small smile to accompany his sad eyes. Punk sighs, but continues his bickering with Alanna. "I guess you're cute, but you definitely are twins with your Mom over there." Punk explains. "You look like a squirrel." She says. "Squirrels are cute. They're cuter than funny faces." Punk smirks. "Ugh! You're mean." She groans. "I know." Punk chuckles.
"You've got pictures on your arms like my Daddy." Alanna says, tracing her finger all over his left arm. "Yeah, except mine are better." Punk explains. "Daddy has my name on his arm." Alanna mentions. "Yeah, well I have John's name on my hand." Punk says, showing her the heart. "That's not how you spell John!" She yells. "You can spell, cutie?" He asks. "Yes! I'm in school," She smiles, "And you spell 'John' J-O-H-N." She explains. "Yeah, but these are his initials." Punk replies. "Oh. Uncle Johnny, look! He got your lanizals on his hand!" She mispronounces as she shoves Punk's hand on the table. "I see! I love it." John smiles, and Punk smiles back.
"What's all this other stuff?" She asks, trailing her finger again. "Just random stuff." Punk replies. "Daddy has scary skulls on his arms." Alanna mentions. "Yeah, they're scary and stupid." Punk says, and Alanna laughs. "I like your tattoos better." Alanna says. "Gee, thanks, cutie." He smiles.
"I guess you can come with Uncle Johnny to visit me." She says, climbing in his arms. "Thanks. How kind of you." Punk chuckles. "Uncle Johnny, guess what?" She says. "What?" John asks. "Uncle Punk can come with you to visit me!" She smiles. "Uncle Punk?" Punk asks. "Yes, I guess so. I guess you're okay." She says, and Punk laughs out. "Thanks." He replies. "Isn't that good?" Alanna asks, turning the conversation back to John. "Yeah, it'll be fun." John smiles, content with just watching Punk and Alanna interact.
"So what do you like to do with your Uncle John?" Punk asks, refusing to refer to him as 'Johnny'. "He colors with me, and we play Princess." She explains. "Princess, eh?" Punk looks at John with a smirk. "Oh God." John mumbles, placing his face in his hands. "Yes, he's gets to be the Princess and I'm the Queen." She says. "Well that's cool, because I call him Princess too. Ain't that right, Princess?" Punk chuckles. "Hate you sooo much." John says into his hands, sounding muffled. "He called you Princess, Uncle Johnny!" Alanna throws a giggle fit.
"I hear you like tutus. Every time I see you, you've got a tutu on. Why don't you have one on today?" Punk asks. "Daddy wouldn't let me pack any to bring to the hotel." She sticks out her bottom lip. "Because your Daddy is mean." Punk replies. "He's not mean." She says. "Yes, he is." Punk argues. "How do you know?" She asks. "Because he hurt my Princess over there." Punk nods towards John, and John lifts his head and glares at Punk, daring him to bring that up in front of the baby. "No he didn't!" Alanna yells. "Yes, huh." Punk rebuts. "My Daddy isn't mean. Besides, Daddy says he loves Uncle Johnny." She sticks out her tongue, and Punk just scrunches up his nose, "He's got a funny way of showing it." Punk mumbles.
"Can I taste your drink?" She asks, and Punk slides his drink over to her. "Why are you doing this?" John asks. "It just came up. It's not like I told her anything specific. I know my boundaries." Punk replies. John just sighs and shakes his head.
"Uncle Johnny, you never took me fishing!" She complains. "I'll take you fishing when I come visit." John says. "Can you come fishing with us too?" Alanna asks Punk. "Sure thing, cutie." He replies. "I thought I had a funny face?" She asks, crossing her arms and making a Diva face. "You do, but I guess it's a cute funny face." Punk chuckles.
"What's this?" She pokes at his lip piercing. "It's a lip ring." He replies. "I like it." She smiles. "Thank you." He smiles back. "I want one." She says. "You have to get a needle through your lip or wherever you want it." He explains. "Ouch! No!" She yells, throwing her hand over her mouth, and Punk laughs out. "Then I guess you're not getting one." Punk shrugs. "Uncle Johnny, do you got one?" She asks. "No, I don't have anything pierced." He explains. "I got my ears pierced!" She squeals, showing Punk her earrings. "I see. They're nice." Punk replies. "Thank you." She smiles. "You're welcome." Punk smiles back.
"Do you have any kids?" She asks. "Me and John are having a little Boy." Punk answers. "You're gonna have a baby, Uncle Johnny?" She asks. "Yep." He smiles. "Is it in your tummy?" She asks, and John laughs out, "No! Only women can have babies, Lanna." John explains. "Daddy always calls you a girl." She laughs. "Ha-freaking-ha." John says, rolling his eyes. Alanna then turns back to Punk. "I'm not having the baby either, if that's what you're thinking!" Punk quickly says.
"Where's the baby coming from?" She asks. "A lady is having it for us." Punk answers. "Oh, okay. Are you and Uncle Johnny married?" She asks. "No, not yet." Punk replies, and John smiles to himself. "Well then you can't have a baby." She says. "Why not?" He asks. "Because my Daddy says you're not supposed to have kids until you're married. He also said that if I do, I'll be in big, big trouble." She explains. "That's the first smart thing I've ever heard your Daddy say. You should definitely follow that rule, okay? No kids till you're married. As for me and John, we can have it because we're special and he was a surprise." Punk replies. "Were you happy when you found out?" She asks. "Well I was a little scared at first because it's my first child, but yeah, I'm happy about it." Punk answers. "What about you, Uncle Johnny?" She asks. "I'm very excited for the baby to be here." John smiles. "Can I visit the baby?" She asks. "Sure." Punk smiles.
"Do you love my Uncle Johnny?" She asks, her fingers tracing amongst Punk's beard. "Very, very much. Why?" He asks. "I don't know. It's weird." She says. It seems both men held their breaths, waiting for the 'you're both boys' card to be played. "Why is that?" Punk asks. "Because Uncle Johnny is always around my Daddy. I don't know where you came from." She says, and Punk chuckles a bit. "Well your Uncle Johnny and I are dating, where as your Daddy is married to your Mom. Therefore your Daddy's opinions don't matter." Punk replies, and Alanna glares at him a bit, but nods.
"Can I ask you something?" Punk says. "What?" She asks. "What exactly is your Daddy and your Uncle Johnny?" Punk asks, and John's breath hitches.
Immediately, every single memory of Randy swearing that 'she's too young to understand what we're talking about', or 'she won't remember what she sees when she's older', or 'she's down for a nap, I promise' comes rushing back.
John starts to panic, his lies he's told Punk bubbling over. "Punk!" John yells before Alanna can speak. "What?" He asks. "I have to tell you something. You asked me something a long, long time ago and I didn't answer as truthfully as possible." John says. "What about?" He asks. "I can't say it out loud." John mumbles. "So text it to me." Punk says, and John sighs and pulls out his phone.
Princess: a long time ago you asked how many times randy and i had slept together and i told you it was only a few. i lied. we probably slept together at least 3 times or more every month. he was always either drunk or stressed, i swear on that, but it was a lot more times than i said. im sorry i lied to you. i was just scared of what you'd think about me doing that.
Punk reads John's text, then shoves his phone back in his pocket. "I'm sorry." John says, his eyes full of sorrow. Punk just gives a half smile along with a chuckle, "It's fine, babe. That doesn't matter anymore, it's all in the past. I basically figured that out anyway at this point." Punk says, then reaches across the table and grabs John's hand to show his acceptance of what John just confessed. "Okay." John sighs.
"So what were you saying?" Punk asks Alanna, and John holds his breath in anticipation of what she might say. "Daddy and Uncle Johnny are best friends. Daddy says he's never been closer to anyone else." Alanna answers, and John lets out his breath. That wasn't that bad.
Lunch turned out to not be so bad. The food was obviously delicious, and the conversation took a surprising light turn. Punk and Alanna just laughed the entire time, and Alanna made John make 10,000, if not more, promises about all the things they'd do when they saw each other again, along with the fact that he's not allowed to forget her.
By time they were leaving, Punk was basically deemed her new favorite person, and became infinitely known as Uncle Punk. John thoroughly enjoyed watching Punk interacting with her, his excitement for seeing Punk with his first child growing even more.
There was a slight moment when things turned sour when on their way out, Alanna started crying and begging to not have to leave her Uncle Johnny, but once all that was resolved, they gave their hugs and kisses, and parted way.
Brooks-Cena Apartment:
"Ya know, after hanging with Ruby, and now Alanna, I've realized something." Punk says. "What? That children actually aren't that bad?" John asks. "Well that too. But I've realized that sometime in the future, I want a daughter too." Punk explains, and John's face lights up. "A daughter? That'd be wonderful! I'm sure Gage would love to have a little Sister to look after one day." John says, wondering if Punk means a daughter, or a daughter with him.
"How would we go about that? Do you want to adopt?" Punk asks, and John's eyes go wide as he lights up even more. "We?" John asks. "Of course 'we'. You're going to be her other Parent. Duh, idiot. Now answer my question." Punk says, then kisses John's head. "Adoption is okay. There's also insemination." John mentions. "Oh yeah. We could get like a surrogate Mother, right?" Punk asks. "Yeah." John replies. "Alright, that'd be cool. We'll use your junk for her, though. I want one of our kids to be through you, so that we can both have a piece of our weird family." Punk laughs, and John smiles wide. "I'd love that." John says.
"We should wait till after we retire for her, right? Or would that even matter since we'll have Gage anyway?" Punk asks. "We can give it a few years, but not till retirement because I don't plan on retiring for a long time." John explains. "Okay, how about in 3 years? 3 years seems like a good age difference between the two little ones." Punk states, off in his own world. "We're going to be married by time we start this little family, aren't we?" John asks, chuckling a bit, but looking up at Punk with hopeful eyes. "More than likely yeah, of course." Punk replies, and John smiles wide.
"I love you, babe." John whispers. "I love you too, Princess." Punk smirks. "See this is not fair. I can't call you Punkers, but you can call me Princess?" John groans. "Because you promised. I never promised, so ha." Punk replies. "Okay, but Princess is a stupid name!" John complains. "Oh, no it's not! It fits you more than perfectly. 'Punkers', however, is a stupid name." Punk explains. "Are you going to call our daughter your Princess?" John asks, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know. Maybe. Seems really uppity, but sure, why not?" Punk says. "Then I can't be Princess anymore if she's going to be. And I dare you to call me Queen." John hisses. "You'll be Princess till she gets here though…Princess." Punk winks, and John rolls his eyes. "Get over it. You love when I call you Princess." Punk says, nudging his arm against John's. John just laughs and flicks his hand, "Not even." John says.
"Ya know, I love your smile. I really do. I hope our daughter has your smile." Punk says. John blushes as he looks over at Punk, "Thank you." John chuckles a bit. "Can I ask you something?" Punk asks. "Yeah." John replies. "Back when you were all zombie-ish and shit, I noticed you'd like…I don't know…I don't really know how explain it. You'd just randomly smile to yourself. You'd sit there for either a few minutes, or like, just…forever. And you'd just smile. At first I thought it was you getting better, but after awhile there was no progress. By then, it was a little creepy. I always wondered what you were smiling about." Punk explains. "Oh, uhm, I, uh, I…I don't actually remember doing that. I don't really know what you're talking about." John shrugs, looking away from Punk. "Hm. Oh well. Well like I was saying, I hope she has your smile. And your dimples." Punk chuckles, poking at John's face. John laughs and tries to bite at Punk's finger.
"Watcha guys doing?" Selene asks, skipping over to the love seat and sitting down. "Talking. We're having a daughter." Punk says. "I thought you were having a son?" She asks. "We are." John replies. "Amy's having twins?" She asks. "No." Punk answers. "Elizabeth is pregnant?" She asks. "Nope." John replies. "…Are one of you pregnant?" She asks, and they both bust out laughing. "No!" They both yell at the same time. "Is…okay, I give up. How the hell did I end up in this guessing game anyway?" Selene groans, feeling she's fallen into a trap. "We've decided to have a daughter too, in three years. It's going to be via me and a surrogate Mother." John explains. "Oh. Aww! That'd be so cute! A little Punky, and a little Johnny!" She squeals.
"Dammit, you fuckers and these stupid ass names are going to stop!" Punk yells, and John and Selene laugh. "Stop calling me Princess, and I'll stop turning the world against you. There's just so many different nicknames you can make out of 'Punk'. Not to mention 'Phil' and 'Philip' too." John smirks. "Yeah, we'll see how far that gets you." Punk mumbles.
"Do you guys know how ridiculously cute you are?" Selene asks. "Huh?" Punk asks, caught off guard. "Yeah, I mean, look at you two! You're all cuddled up and bickering about cute nicknames for each other. You just kind of planned out your future family, apparently. Punk, I've never seen you smile so much since you've gotten with John. You just…I don't know. You guys are the cutest couple I've ever seen, that's for damn sure. You guys should stop arguing and fighting so damn much. You guys should be out there trying to be the Obama and Michelle for gays, ya know? I could see a lot of young gays looking up to you two as their marriage idols." Selene smiles warmly, and the guys just stare at her for a minute.
"Ya know, when you hit that Obama part, I started to think you meant we should run for office. I was a bit confused for a minute." Punk says. "Yeah, same here. That'd be a horrible idea though. Punk would probably go do something forceful like make it a rule that everyone has to have at least one tattoo by their 21st birthday, and ban alcohol." John chuckles. "Yeah, that would be a horrible idea. John'd probably do something stupid like make everyone wear oversized, bright ass colored shirts everyday with faggot ass sayings and quotes plastered all over them." Punk smirks.
"Thanks for ignoring my gay power couple speech, guys." Selene rolls her eyes. "And fuck you for bringing it back up." Punk replies. "Yeah, that'd just be weird, ya know?" John says. "Why?" She asks. "It just would be. I don't know. Besides, it's just not for us." Punk explains. "Oh, really? Mr. Straight-Edge and Mr. Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect wouldn't be a good power couple? Forget it, Tanner and I will go out and be the next Michelle and Obama." Selene shakes her head as she gets up and walks off. "No one cares about you stupid straight people!" John yells. "Yeah, you all suck!" Punk yells out too, both men laughing at her. "Bite me!" She replies, sticking her tongue out. "I'd rather bite you." Punk smirks, biting at John's neck. "Punk? I love you." John says yet again. "I know. I love you too, gorgeous." Punk replies, then kisses John.
A/N: D'awwww! Omfg! Precious! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuys, only one chapter left! What do you guys think is going to happen?! AHHHH! The suspense is killing me! Please leave reviews with your thoughts, guesses, etc! I'll update again Tuesday? Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading :)
