Responsible

"Stay here with your brother." Punk nodded, looking over at Vivian who was sat on the living room floor. 3 month old James was sat in his little seat, fast asleep, whilst Vivian lay on her stomach beside him playing her switch.

Punk left the living room to go answer the door, opening it up as he saw Frankie standing.

"Hey." Frankie nodded as Punk looked across at him.

"Can I come in?" Frankie asked as Punk nodded, opening up the door and letting him into the house. He knew it wasn't worth getting all uptight and angry. He would always listen to someone's apology and explanations.

"Go… go through to the kitchen." Punk nodded to him as Frankie walked on ahead.

Punk stuck his head into the living room to let Vivian know he was in the kitchen before heading on through.

"Hey, man. I won't take up much of your time." Frankie said as Punk nodded, "I know I spoke to April a few weeks ago, and she said that you weren't ready to talk to me so I… I figured I'd wait a few weeks before coming." He nodded, "I just wanted to apologise. More so for what happened to April, her going into labour early… I know that had to do with me and I'm sorry. I'm so glad that her and the baby are ok."

"Oh, me too. Because if they weren't, you'd be dead." Punk shrugged as Frankie nodded slowly, "This had to be your intention, though. You wanted to get in between me and April. It was obvious."

"Yeah, I did but I didn't want her to go into labour. Of course that wasn't what I wanted." Frankie said, "I had too many beers and the emotions were coming out. I shouldn't have interfered, it wasn't my place and I'm sorry." He said, "It's just hard, you know."

"What's hard?" Punk shook his head.

"Well I… we both grew up the same. We both know how rotten it is to have nothing in life. No home. No family." Frankie said, "And then when I see my best friend get all the opportunities, I see him with an amazing marriage and the sweetest kids… it's difficult-"

"I busted my ass off for those job opportunities, and I work hard at my marriage with my wife." Punk made clear, "Nothing I've done has been handed to me or made easier." He said.

"I'm not saying that, I'm just… in comparison to me, it's hard. I have a failed marriage, I never got into the CIA-"

"You're with the FBI. That's pretty amazing. And I'm sure… there will come a girl one day who will be the right one." Punk nodded, "You're not gonna get very far if you're always comparing your failures to others successes." Punk said, "My life hasn't been perfect. Far from it." Punk said, "Clearly you still have some issues with me. I thought we'd moved on from it. I thought we realised that we were both young and stupid back then and… I guess now we're older." He said, "But… that's not the case." He shrugged.

"I thought I was over it. We were… we were such good friends." Frankie shook his head.

"Were we?" Punk questioned, "All I remember was us constantly fighting. Even as kids." Punk nodded, "I mean maybe we just shared that one common bond of being in the orphanage. Maybe us being friends was never gonna work out." Punk shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe." Frankie agreed, "I just wanted to apologise for what happened at Christmas. Putting April and the baby in danger was never my intention and I apologise to you like I did to April."

"Well I accept that apology." Punk nodded, "But I don't think me and you are gonna go anywhere with this friendship. I think… we're too far gone and… Dean was right, whenever we're together, it's good for a little while and then something kicks off." He said, "Sometimes I think it's healthier to just go separate ways." He said as Frankie nodded.

"Yeah. I agree." Frankie said, looking across at him.

"So you two… like broke up?" AJ questioned, later that night as her and Punk cleared the plates from dinner whilst their daughter's made a fly escape into the living room. James was napping upstairs in his nursery.

"Well yeah, kinda." Punk nodded, telling her about Frankie visiting him and the conversation they had, "I mean… sometimes people are just better off not in your life. Sometimes it's healthier, right?" He questioned as she nodded.

"Absolutely." AJ nodded, "Hey, if… if issues can't be resolved with you two then this is probably the most responsible decision." She said, "It's shame you both couldn't work through it but… you can't be mad at yourselves."

"I mean, I'm sure if we ever need the other's help, we'll be there to listen." Punk nodded, "But for now it's just… it's better we just go our separate ways." He said as AJ nodded, rubbing his arm softly and kissing him.

"Don't feel bad about it." AJ nodded, "What will be, will be." She said as he nodded.

"Hey, how was work today?" Punk asked her, clearing the kitchen table.

"It was fine." AJ nodded, "I think if we're really focusing on social media, it's half the battle." AJ said, "These men, these groups are creating these accounts on different sites. They're talking to girls as young as thirteen and they're… they're brainwashing them there and then." AJ said, "And then they eventually agree to meet them and take them." She said, "It's absolutely terrifying." She shook her head.

"Don't these websites have rules and regs?" Punk asked.

"Well these guys are just posing as normal people so… no one can know the difference. And these girls are young, they're telling them everything they want to hear, and then they agree to meet them and…" She shook her head, "I don't think the girls or James should ever have computers of their own." AJ shook her head, "If they need to use it as they get older they can use ours for a couple of hours." She nodded.

"All three of them can't use the one computer." Punk said, "They'll kill one another."

"Well I'm not letting them have their own." AJ made clear, "These terrible people target young girls, they brainwash them and then before we know it we've lost our daughter." AJ said as Punk shook his head.

"What's going on?" Punk questioned, realising she was acting strange.

"I keep having these nightmares." AJ sighed, "Ever since I was at that meeting and talking more about tackling the social media aspect of things… I keep having nightmares about… about losing Raimy." She shook her head, running her hand through her hair, "Their different every time but the same outcome is that she's… she's completely brainwashed and she's trusting these people on the internet more than us and… and we lose her to it."

"Ok." Punk nodded calmly, "Raimy is fine. She's six. She's just drew a picture for the fridge." He said, walking over to her as AJ sighed, "She's not going anywhere. You're having these nightmares because you're working with this sort of thing all the time, but no one is gonna take our girls, not now and not ever."

"I know that." AJ sighed, "I still don't want them using these social media sites. It's just… you can't trust it." She nodded, "I don't care if we're the terrible, evil parents that take the fun out of everything. I'd rather that than lose my daughter's to that world." She shook her head as Punk nodded. He knew she was protective in different ways than the average mother, but it was because she knew what it felt like. She'd been through so much and all she was trying to do was protect her daughters from it.

"I promise you… they will always be safe here." Punk nodded, "And we'll not let anything happen to them." He said, wrapping his arms around her as she rested her head against his chest.

"I just wish the world wasn't so ugly." AJ sighed as Punk nodded, rubbing her back softly.

"Yeah, me too." Punk nodded.

"They're both down." Punk said, walking into he and AJ's bedroom later that night, walking over to the bed where AJ was feeding James, "They're excited about you having the day off tomorrow. As am I." He smiled, getting into bed beside her as AJ smiled.

"So you are missing me?" AJ smiled to him.

"Yeah, I don't know what to do with myself." Punk chuckled.

"When do you go back to work?" AJ asked him.

"When I'm needed I guess." Punk nodded, "I'm doing little bits here and there from home but… I mean the offices are super crowded. Starting to fear that these new people will be coming after my job." He laughed as AJ tutted.

"Don't be ridiculous." AJ said, "You're amazing at your job and Sal is lucky to have you in that position." She assured him as he nodded, "Look at all the things you've done." She said.

"You're my wife. You're supposed to fill in my ego." He smiled.

"Hey, buddy. If you were terrible at your job I would tell you, wife or not." AJ smiled as he chuckled and nodded, realising she was serious.

"Yeah, I know." Punk smiled, looking on at James and smiling, "I can't believe he's still kept all that hair." He smiled.

"I know." AJ smiled, "I love it." She said, playing with her son's little fuzzy dark hair whilst cradling him with her other arm, "He actually looks a lot like you." She nodded to him.

"You think?" Punk tilted his head.

"Yeah, a little." AJ nodded, "He's just the sweetest." She shook her head as Punk smiled. He got to see his wife fall in love with their son in different ways that she fell in love with their daughter's.

"Me and him are gonna be the best tag team." Punk nodded.

"Tag team for what?" AJ laughed to herself.

"For looking out for the girls." Punk said, "You included."

"Raimy and Viv are gonna annoy him so much." AJ shook her head, "Poor little baby." She smiled.

"They'll mean well." Punk nodded as AJ smiled, "When are we getting that time away on our own that you promised me a month ago?" He questioned.

"When we can convince my sister to babysit all three of our kids." AJ said.

"That'll be easy." Punk smiled, "I've missed me and you time." He said as AJ turned to him.

"You get me and you time every other night." AJ laughed.

"Yeah whilst I got my eyes on the door and my ears opened wide." Punk said as AJ smiled, "We need a break." He said.

"I do agree." She nodded, "Ok, well you look for somewhere nice and I will… suck up to my sister and try and get her to watch the kids." She said as Punk smiled, leaning over and kissing her softly.

A/N: Time jump coming up! Thanks for reading and reviewing.