"Daddy! Daddy… Daddy!" Scarlett screamed as she ran into the house with a cone of ice cream in her hand, not being able to wait to tell her father.

"Shh." Punk said, putting his finger to his lips, "Daddy's on the phone just now." Punk said, watching Scarlett give him a glare and walk away back to her mother.

April walked in behind Scarlett and seen Punk sitting on the arm of the couch, his phone to his ear, in deep conversation, then she saw Scarlett trailing back to her with a grumpy face.

April sat Scarlett up at the kitchen table, not wanting melted ice cream falling around the house, telling her to stay there until she finished, watching her nod and continue to swing her legs and eat her ice cream, fidgeting with the mail and magazines on the kitchen table.

April stood in front of Punk and waited until he was finished on the phone, folding her arms and looking directly at him.

"What?" He said.

"Who was that on the phone?" April asked him.

"Just Vince." Punk said, "You alright?" Punk asked her, "You look really, really tired." He said sympathetically.

"That's because I am, Phil." April said hastily.

Punk just looked at her and took a sigh, "Listen, why don't you go upstairs, have a bath, go for a nap, I'll sort Scarlett out with dinner and bed. Ok?" Punk said, putting each hand on either side of her waist, pulling her into him gradually.

"Ok." April nodded, quietly. She needed a bath and a nap, she'd been up since early hours of the morning being sick, then she got up with Scarlett and took her out and only just came home now, she was running on hardly any sleep and that wasn't good for her or the baby for that matter.

"How's my baby?" Punk asked, surprising April with his question.

"Fine." She smiled, "Apart from the morning sickness, everything is fine." She smiled.

"Good. Have you told Scar yet?" Punk asked April, his arms still around her waist as he sat down on the arm of the couch, looking up at her.

"Yeah actually. She didn't really seem that bothered. Probably doesn't know what I'm talking about." April laughed.

"Probably." Punk laughed, looking over at Scarlett who was sat up on the kitchen chair, her elbows leaning on the table as she finished her ice cream, the majority of it all on her face and dripping down her hands, he laughed and turned back to April, "On you go, I'll get her in the bath and into bed." Punk said.

April just nodded, "Thank you." She smiled, walking away and heading upstairs.

Later that night…

After Punk had spent most of his night leaning over the bath and letting Scarlett put the bubbles from the bath on his chin, making him pretend to be Santa, he finally got her into bed and fast asleep. As soon as he left Scarlett's room, he headed into his own room where April was lying on her side fast asleep.

He walked round to her side and crouched down, taking his hand and brushing her hair from her face, smiling at how beautiful she was and how lucky he was. He would have gave everything to be young again and go back to the start with her, where he could remake his decision of leaving her or going to WWE, maybe if he stayed he wouldn't have had this attachment to WWE like he does now, or maybe their children would be older and their marriage would be longer, but he couldn't go back. This was now. They were married with a one year old and a baby on the way, he was soon going back to WWE and April had a normal job. He sometimes forgot she even was a wrestler and that made him realise what a selfish person he really was.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered to her, truly meaning it. He didn't deserve her patience, her kindness, her gentle touch, her love… he didn't deserve it. She was too good for him.

He knew that she deep down didn't want him to leave to go back to WWE. She was pregnant, she was going to get tired more easily, as well as having Scarlett to handle, which was pretty hard to handle, but she was the one that gave him the go ahead and he wasn't going to ignore that, he'd missed wrestling so much. Yeah, he loved spending time with his family. He loved his family, but wrestling was his other family and he missed it a hell of a lot more than what he thought he would.

He stood up straight and sat on the edge of her side, moving her slightly over and just sitting and looking at the ground when his eye caught something on the floor, sticking out of her jean pocket. He leaned over and picked the jeans up, including the letter that was sticking out of them and read it into himself.

April,

I know I haven't wrote to you in a while, I've been a little busy. I got back home just after your wedding, I planned on visiting you but I had other distractions. Dad is back inside again. I don't know how long for, we won't find out until next month when his court trial is. I'd rather tell you this in person, so please… come home April. Mom misses you.

Love Robert.

Punk just folded the letter back up and placed it back in her jean pocket, sitting the jeans back down and turning to face her sleeping body. Why wouldn't she have told him? This seemed like a pretty big deal in his vision. Was she avoiding her own family? He wished she'd speak to him, the way husbands and wives speak to each other. Then again, he hadn't made it all easy for her to talk to him lately, he'd been a little caught up in his own self to consider what she might be thinking about.

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