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"Sam?" Punk said, knocking on his boss' door in the garage the next day as Sam turned around from his desk.

"Hey, Phil. What's up?" Sam nodded, turning back to the books he was checking and writing in, "How is the baby doing?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's good." Punk nodded, "Real good." He smiled.

"And I don't suppose you're in here to do some work." Sam smiled, turning back to him, swirling around on the chair.

"No, actually I was coming in to figure out how much time I can take off." Punk nodded, "I wanna be as much help to April with the baby as possible so… whatever time you can give me off, I'd appreciate it." He said.

"It kills me how nice you are." Sam shook his head as Punk just looked across at him, "When my wife had our second I was practically running back to work within a few days." He said as Punk just folded his arms.

"Well I wanna spend as much time with my kids as possible." Punk assured him.

"You're a rare breed." Sam nodded, "Let me just check the rota here and see what's going on." He said, pulling the rota down from the wall and scrolling through it as Punk watched, "How long you looking for roughly?" He asked.

"Like a few weeks maybe." Punk said. He didn't want to demand a specific amount of time off like he could do with Doug, whom he missed every day.

"I can give you three weeks from today." Sam said as Punk nodded.

"Yeah, great." Punk nodded as Sam grabbed some holiday forms.

"Here just fill these in then." Sam said, extending the papers to him with a pen as Punk nodded, leaning over on one of the tables, "So what'd you call him then? Dean never said."

"Frankie." Punk said, "We let Keala name him." He said as Sam laughed a little.

"That was brave." Sam said as Punk nodded.

"She pulled through. He looks like a little Frankie, you know?" Punk said as Sam smiled and nodded, "April is literally in love. I left her in bed with him she was just staring at him." He laughed to himself a little as Sam nodded.

"You'll need to be careful with him." Sam said as Punk looked over at him.

"Why?" Punk chuckled a little.

"Well, similarities attract, right?" He said, "You don't want him hanging around with people like him."

"People like him?" Punk screwed his face up, "What do you mean by that?"

"Part of a minority." Sam said as Punk sat the pen down and glared across at Sam.

"I should punch you in your throat." Punk spat, "Don't you dare say anything like that to me again." He said, throwing down the papers, "Next time I will punch you." He warned, leaving the office and slamming the door shut behind him.

"April, you'll never believe what that… bastard just said to me." Punk said, walking through to the kitchen later on where AJ was sitting feeding Frankie. Keala was at school and she'd enjoyed some time on her own with her son. He was settling in so well and she was already bonding with him great.

"Who?" AJ shook her head.

"My boss." Punk spat, walking over to the fridge and snatching out a bottle of water, "Fucking racist scumbag." He spat.

"Alright, calm down." She said, "What did he say?" She asked him.

"That we should keep an eye on Frankie, we don't want him associating with people like him." Punk told her as she narrowed her eyes.

"People like him?" AJ shook her head.

"Hispanic." Punk said as AJ felt a rush of heat go through her body filled with rage and anger, looking down at Frankie who she was nursing, trying to stay calm, "I was so close to punching him but I didn't want to be out of a job." He shook his head.

"Ignore him." AJ said, "He's a racist. There's a ton of them out there. They just like to be reassured they're above someone else." She said, "If he says any more just say you'll go to the police. Hate crime, discrimination in the work place… they can arrest his stupid ass." She said as Punk nodded.

"How has he been?" Punk asked her as she nodded.

"Fine." She smiled, "The health visitor is coming in a few days, I got a call to confirm. They'll probably be just as shocked to find out how chilled out he is." She smiled, looking down at Frankie.

"This can only last for so long, though." Punk laughed to himself as she nodded, "Alright, you want some lunch?" He asked her, turning around and starting to make them something whilst AJ looked down at Frankie, holding his little hand between her finger and thumb, thinking about how someone she didn't even know had angered her very much about a petty comment he had made.


"Oh, don't. My ovaries can't take this." AJ shook her head, walking into their bedroom later that night. Keala was laying on her mother's side of the bed beside her father, watching the TV in the room whilst Punk lay topless with Frankie sleeping on his chest. It was a sight that warmed her insides completely.

"Shh, mommy. Frankie is sleeping." Keala said quietly, watching her programme as AJ smiled and walked further into the room.

"I can see that." AJ smiled, looking on at the baby boy fast asleep on his father's chest, "I was just gonna pop out. I'm in the mood for ice-cream and we have none." She said.

"I can go." Punk said.

"No, look at you. You're barricaded in. I could do with the fresh air." She nodded, "Do you want anything?" She asked.

"No, I'm good." Punk told her.

"What about you, baby?" AJ asked Keala.

"Can you get me some cake pops please." Keala said.

"Very specific." AJ laughed a little.

"Melissa had them in school today and now I want one." She said as AJ nodded.

"Ok, I'll see what I can find." AJ smiled, leaving the room as Punk watched and listened until she had left the house.

"Ok, Keala we have a problem." Punk said as Keala looked up at him.

"What?" She dreaded.

"The proposal didn't go to plan so… I need to think of another way to ask her." Punk explained.

"You can't do anything right." Keala sighed dramatically as Punk nodded in agreement, watching her sit up, "You just gotta try ask her again then." She shrugged dramatically.

"Should I just do it during dinner again or should we go out?" Punk asked her.

"You should make her nice dinner and give her flowers because flowers are lovely." Keala nodded, "And then ask her." She nodded.

"Dinner and flowers." Punk nodded, "Ok, I think I can do that." He said, "So I'll do it tomorrow night then. No interruptions. You'll be in bed, so will Frankie." He nodded to himself.

"Oi." Keala rolled her eyes in a Spanish accent, collapsing back against the headboard. AJ had been teaching her some Spanish here and there because she felt it was a part of her that she could teach her, "Why don't I ask her for you since you can't do it properly." Keala folded her arms.

"Because you're not the one marrying her." Punk said, "It's fine. It's ok." He put his hand, "It's all under control." He promised as Keala just rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you ask her in a crazy way?" Keala asked him with wide eyes, "Write it in the sky." She said as Punk raised a brow.

"Who do you think I am?" Punk asked her.

"Well then sing her a song or film a movie for her or… or make something for her." Keala said as Punk just raised his eyebrows.

"Ok, I think… I might have an idea." Punk nodded as she turned to him.


Meanwhile AJ had gone to the store for her desired items and on her way back home she made a pit stop, something in her still reeling over what she had heard earlier in the day. Some things she could let go past her. She never let people get inside her head but this had just left a sour taste in her mouth all day.

"April, what are you doing here?" Drew, one of the workers who recognised AJ said.

"I'm just looking for Sam, is he around?" AJ asked.

"He's in his office, yeah. Congratulations on the baby." He smiled pleasantly as she nodded.

"Thank you." AJ said, walking on through the garage. All the guys Punk worked with were all very sweet and she'd known them all since Punk started working in the garage when he was just eighteen, but Sam was knew and clearly not a fan of her so called kind.

She walked around the corner and burst into the office, not caring to knock as she watched Sam turn around on the chair.

"April." He shook his head with confusion as AJ looked across at him folding her arms, "What are you doing here?" He wondered.

"I just wanna talk." AJ nodded, "Phil told me what you said earlier. About my son." She narrowed her eyes at him as Sam just put his hands up.

"Look, that was just… taken out of context." Sam defended.

"No." AJ said, "You can be racist to me, that's fine, I get it quite a lot actually… in the court room, I got it at school, certain parts of town… it's fine." She assured him, "But… do not… go there with my kids." She warned, inching closer towards him as he sat on the chair and looked across at her, "Don't you dare think you can define them just because they have a different background… don't say… people like them… like you're looking down on us." She said as Sam just looked away from her, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you small, pathetic man." She said as Sam groaned to himself and looked at her.

"This isn't necessary." Sam said.

"If you weren't racist it wouldn't be." AJ said, "You can call me anything. Greedy, a criminal, part of those people…" She said, "But if I or Phil hears that you have said something about my children, either of them, I will personally see to you in court, and then I will make sure you're too scarred enough to ever mutter another racist remark to anyone ever again." She spat, looking over him as Sam gulped and looked up at her, "I hope I'm making myself really clear here." She said.

"I guess I know who wears the pants in the family." He laughed to himself.

"No. Phil would beat your ass too if it wasn't for him working here." She spat, "So don't push him. And don't push me. Because we will push back." She warned as Sam watched her, looking on as she turned around and started to walk out of the office before he spoke up.

"No, you're right." Sam sighed, "Their race probably won't be a problem." He said as AJ turned around slowly, "They're dad, however." He said as AJ tilted her head, "Well he's just always gonna be the sad act who sat on death row." He nodded as AJ approached him, slapping her hand straight across his cheek as she heard the sting of it, not holding back as she watched him place his hand over his now red cheek.

"Don't." AJ gritted her teeth, turning back around and leaving the office as Sam rubbed his cheek softly and shook his head.


A/N: Let me know what you think!