Punk lay awake for most of the night, trying to process in his brain why April wouldn't have told him about the letter she had received from her brother, he assumed it was.

He continued to sit up on the bed, twiddling his wedding band around his finger. He didn't know if he was a little bit hurt that she hadn't came to him as soon as she received the letter, he didn't want her stressing, especially since she was pregnant.

He waited and waited until the sun came up, finally looking upon her as she started to stir around in bed, opening her eyes and looking straight at him.

"What?" April said immediately, wondering why Punk looked so awake and alert.

"Why didn't you tell me about the letter you got?" Punk asked, watching April sit up immediately and face him.

"How did you…" She looked to the jeans on her floor, the letter poking out of the pocket, "Why were you looking about my clothes?" She asked him, facing him angrily.

"I wasn't. I came to bed last night and said goodnight to you, it caught my eye and I picked it up. Good job I did, because it didn't look like you were going to tell me." Punk said.

"That's because it isn't important." April said, turning away from him and standing up, taking a jumper from the wardrobe and putting it over her head, watching him stand up too.

"How is it not important April? Your dad's in prison, your brother wants your help, your mom misses you… Just go see them." Punk said, it wasn't a big deal to him, yeah the whole prison thing might have been, but it wasn't a big deal for April to just hop on a plane and go make sure the rest of her family were ok.

"It has nothing to do with me." April shook her head.

"Of course it has. Listen to me…" Punk said, taking her hand and dragging her to the end of the bed, making her sit down beside him, "I've fucked up with my family, ok… my mom's gone, I have a restraining order against my brother, my dad couldn't give a damn about me, but that doesn't mean your family are like mine… Don't push them away." Punk said.

"Alright. So when do you expect me to go see them?" April said, looking up at him with hazed over eyes.

"I don't know, after Christmas, whenever you want to." Punk shrugged at the stupid question.

"When you're back on the road?" April asked him with a sarcastic nod.

"Yeah." Punk said.

"Ok. One word, eight letters… Scarlett." April spat, standing up and pacing around the room.

"Take her with you." Punk said.

"You want me to take our daughter into a prison block to see my dad? Murderers, thiefs all around her?" She asked him.

"Leave her with your mom, April. Is there anyone in there?" He said, standing up and knocking his knuckles against her temple, gently of course.

"Don't." April said, pushing Punks hand away and pushing by him to her bedside cabinet, opening up the bottom drawer and taking it from the hinges, turning back around and emptying the contents onto the bed whilst a few tears streamed down her face.

"This… This is an annual thing, ok. It's normal." April said, drying her tears quickly.

Punk just looked at the hundreds upon hundreds of letters that were emptied onto the bed. "What… April, what the hell is all of this…" Punk said, picking up a few of the letters and looking at them, "Do you just ignore them?" He asked her.

"Yes." April said, folding her arms.

"Why?" Punk asked, looking at her and shaking his head.

"Because what do they expect me to do Phil? Get my dad out of prison? I can't do anything." She said.

"You can comfort them, take their mind off things, see how they're doing." Punk said, "They clearly miss you." He said, looking at the pile of letters.

April just looked at him, why did he have to sound so right about everything all of the time. If she was going to go see her family and visit her dad, then he would have to do a favour for her to.

"If I go, you need to do one thing for me…" April said, sniffing her nose as her tears dried in and she looked across at him.

"Anything… I don't care what, as long as you go see them. It's for you, not for me." He said. He knew he had to force April or else she would end up facing the same problems he now faced with his family.

"Take Scarlett on the road with you while I'm away." April said, "I know you won't want to, but I don't want to take her, not on the first trip." April said, hoping he would agree.

"Ok. Fine." Punk nodded, not really that thrilled about taking Scarlett on his bus with him, but doing it for April's benefit, "Now, can you stop being so secretive with the letters? Please." He said, smiling softly to her as she smiled back, "Come give me a hug." He said, opening his arms to her as she walked over and circled her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

He might have been selfish sometimes, but not all of the times.

"I promise, everything will be fine, ok?" He said, feeling her nod against him.

He knew that after Christmas, April would book the flight to Puerto Rico and he would get back on the road with Scarlett, he just hoped she would be ok going back home herself.

January…

April was now going on four months pregnant and had a small bump that was barely noticeable unless standing side on with her and Scarlett was turning two in three months. Christmas had zoomed in like it always done and Punk had been negotiated about his return for the past week, being informed that he would be the last entry in this year's Royal Rumble and he would win it, which he'd never done and was pretty hyped about.

April had booked her flight to Puerto Rico for the same time that Punk was going back on the road, to make things easier. She was pretty nervous and hadn't even told her brother that she was coming, but she suspected that it would be a nice surprise for them. Without Punks encouragement and reassuring words, she wouldn't be doing this.

Punk was currently in Scarlett's room, getting her clothes packed for her first wrestling road trip and her last for a while. Punk didn't want Scarlett on a tour bus at all during her childhood, he said it from the beginning and that went for the new baby to, he wanted his children to grow up in their home, out in the garden, at the park, in their hometown of Chicago, not on a warm stuffy tour bus, since this was for April though, he was going through with it.

They were leaving tomorrow and Punk could tell April was nervous, whenever she was nervous, she just didn't speak, at all, so he let her be to pack her things while he talked to Scarlett in her room whilst packing. It was going to be an exciting day for him tomorrow, but also a very nerve wracking day for April. He knew she would be fine though.

The next morning…

Punks tour bus was already outside the house waiting for him whilst April called a cab to take her to the airport. For the couple it was the longest they'd been away from each other for since they got back together. A full week. It was the longest Scarlett had been without her mom and Punk was a little worried that she would get a little restless and gurney.

"You have everything?" April asked him as he finished putting his bags on the bus, Scarlett in his arms still half sleeping, it was only 5am.

"Yeah, I think so." He nodded, "Listen…" He said, tilting her chin up to him, "You're going to be fine, ok? Call me when you land, let me know how things go. Be careful, keep my little one safe." He said, putting his hand on her stomach gently. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled, "Make sure my princess is ok." She said, kissing Scarlett who had fell back asleep in her dad's arms, her head resting on his shoulder as she slept soundly.

"I will. Don't worry. I'll see you soon ok." Punk said, leaning down and kissing her on the lips softly.

"Ok. Good luck." She smiled, watching him nod and walk out of the door with Scarlett, shutting it behind him and getting on to the bus.

He went straight into the bedroom where the last time he was in, Scarlett was inside her mom's tummy. Time sure did fly. He placed her down on the bed and tucked her into the covers, knowing she'd probably sleep on for another few hours, him on the other hand was too excited, yet worried at the same time about his wife. She would be fine, he kept telling himself. It's April, of course she'll be fine.

He walked through the bus aisle and sat down on the couch as he felt the bus start to move. It felt good to be home.

With April…

April waited around twenty minutes after Punk and Scarlett had left before her cab came. She left the house and locked it up, setting the alarms and making sure everything was locked, finally walking to the cab with her suitcase, throwing it in the trunk and getting into the back seat, taking a deep breath.

"Where to Miss?" The driver asked.

"Airport please." April said, relaxing her shoulders and shutting her eyes for a minute as the car drove off onto the road. She'd be back home in no time where she could be stress free about worrying about her family and she could be back with her own family. She hoped everything went ok.

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