So it's been a few days, figured why not update :) I didn't originally plan on doing anything about Punk's birthday, but then I realized story wise it was around late October and seeing how cute Punk and Gabby are with all their firsts, you can't miss out on a birthday celebration...This chapter is extra long b/c I decided to leave it all together and there is some mature content...

Thanks so much for all the new author adds/story favorites and reviews...I was surprised to see this story is up to 134 reviews already and I'm not close to being done yet :) Enjoy the fluffy stuff this chapter b/c next chapter gets serious with Gabby preparing to tell her family about her relationship with Punk...you'll see Adam's reaction in chapter 33, so be on the lookout for that!

Enjoy! :D

Punk woke up on October 26 starting it like he did everyday by heading to the gym. Granted today was different, it was his 34th birthday, but seeing Gabby had to stay in Chicago for work, he didn't feel much like celebrating. His plan for the day was to bust his ass in the gym, do some phoners for pay per view publicity and later beat up Daniel Bryan at a house show; it wasn't going to be any different even though now he was another year older. The only annoying part was the constant buzzing of his phone as his family and friends called and texted him, everyone but Gabby, which dampened his mood and made him grouchier then usual. Granted she was busy trying to work her way up through the ranks as a reporter, but he was still surprised she hadn't at least sent him a text.

Before his match he decided to call Gabby seeing he was trying to avoid Cena and the birthday cake he was attempting to shove down Punk's throat. After three rings, her phone went to voicemail and he hung up feeling even more bummed out, but he knew he needed to get it together; even though he was having a shitty day, there were a few thousand people that came to see him put on a show and that's what he was determined to do. It's just like any other day...

Twenty five minutes later, after a mediocre wrestling match and one embarrassing rendition of "Happy Birthday" sang by 5600 people, Punk made his way back to his locker room with his championship title slung over his shoulder. Settling in on a bench, he started to take the tape off his wrists and once again checked his phone finding nothing. Letting out a sigh, he ran his hand through his hair deciding to take a shower and call it a night; maybe some gory horror movies would make his birthday better, but he doubted that. Enroute to the shower, he was stopped when Kofi and John came in unannounced.

"Hey birthday boy! Why don't you hit the showers and then we're taking you out for dinner…" Kofi smiled, but noticed Punk wasn't in the celebrating mood.

"Thanks guys, but I'm going to take a rain check, I'm not really in the mood to celebrate."

"You have to celebrate, it's your birthday! You only get one day a year to celebrate your birthday and you've been grumpy all day. I guarantee a night out with the boys is just what you need to boost your spirits! Come on man, the Pepsi is on me!" Cena put his hands on his hips and Punk shook his head knowing that they weren't going to back down until he said yes.

"Alright fine, but no more cake and no singing "Happy Birthday." Also I'm turning 30 for the fourth year, so when you do have the restaurant staff come out singing "Happy Birthday" with the damn cake at least make sure you have the right number of candles on it!"

"Oh damn I hadn't even thought about embarrassing you by having the restaurant staff sing to you; hell I figured we already did that in the ring tonight." John's comments got Punk to smirk as he flipped him off heading for the shower. Maybe going out for a little bit would help get his mind off things; surely Gabby would call before the end of the night. She knew what today was, unlike him she didn't forget important days.

After his shower, he threw on a pair of jeans, his favorite Ramones T-shirt and his vintage Cubs hat. Tossing his bag over his shoulder, he headed toward the parking garage to meet up with Kofi and John; trying to salvage what was left of his shitty birthday.

Two hours later, Punk wasn't feeling much better, but he'd managed to put on a small smile. He appreciated John and Kofi making the effort, but he still hadn't heard from Gabby and now he was starting to worry. It wasn't like her not to call or send him a text message to let him know what was up, especially today of all days; she had been so disappointed that she wasn't able to spend his birthday with him because of work, so for her to flake out and not send anything wasn't her nature.

Punk got back to the hotel and tried to call her again only to once again get her voicemail. He texted Kat and Carla, but neither had heard from or seen her. Pacing back and forth, he put in a call to Colt to check the house; granted they hadn't heard anything about Max for weeks, but Punk was still uneasy leaving her home alone making it a point to install a new security system before he left. Colt called back a few minutes later to let him know the house was empty, but there was no sign of a forced entry. Punk sat on the edge of the bed wondering where in the hell she could be and even debated calling Adam to see if he had heard from her, but he knew that would giveaway their relationship. As her roommate why would he care that he hadn't heard from her all day? Why would he wonder where she was? Adam was dense, but even Punk was sure he'd realize pretty quickly that Punk and Gabby were more then friends.

Rubbing the back of his neck and trying to calm his anxiety, he was surprised by a knock at the door. He rolled his eyes not wanting bothered right now by Kofi, John or any of his other coworkers. All he wanted to do was hear that Gabby was okay and go to bed; his 34th birthday had proven to be an overall shitty day and there was nothing that was going to save it. Punk made the rash decision to ignore the knocking, but much to his dismay it continued.

"Room service…" Punk rolled his eyes; he was beyond pissed because he hadn't even ordered room service. He was not in the mood for this game; his day was fucked, he just wanted it to end already.

"No one in this room ordered room service, so go away!" The anger in his voice was evident and he quickly realized he'd probably been a little harsh, but he couldn't hide how he was feeling. After thirty seconds, the knocking started again, which pissed Punk off even more. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself; clearly the person knocking wasn't getting the hint, so after a few deep breaths, he opened the door. He was thrown for a loop finding Gabby on the other side of the door; however what should have been a good moment was a very bad one. "Gabby what the hell! I've been calling and texting you all day, I was so worried about you."

Gabby's bright smile fell; granted she could understand why he would be upset, but his tone was way out of line. "Well excuse me for trying to surprise my boyfriend on his birthday! I'm sorry I made you worry, but you have no idea what I've been through to get here, so I do not need you lecturing me!" Punk pursed his lips taken back by Gabby's brass attitude toward the situation.

"Look I didn't ask you to come here…" Gabby scoffed raising her hand not wanting him to say anything else he'd regret within the next few minutes.

"No you didn't ask me to come here, but based on what I've heard from other people all day you've been miserable without me, so why don't you just let me come in and make your birthday better." Punk let out a deep sigh while plotting a plan to kick certain co-workers in the face that had no doubt filled Gabby in on his miserable state. When it came down to it he was happy to see her, but at the same time he was still mad; her ignorance had ruined his day and he doubted anything she had planned would make up for it. Still he couldn't bring himself to tell her to go away; he was in love with the woman even though she was unpredictable, stubborn and downright frustrating. Moving aside, she walked past him swaying her hips the way she did and Punk cringed wishing she didn't have any kind of power over him.

Gabby removed her jacket tossing it aside with her bag and sat on the bed focusing her attention on Punk who was still pouting. She took a deep breath knowing that he was pissed off at her, but there wasn't much she could do. The original flight she was scheduled on had her in Houston no later then 3PM, which was perfect; Punk would be sappy thinking his girlfriend had forgotten all about his birthday and she'd show up at the arena and make everything better. However, much to her dismay, Southwest Airlines had fucked her day with her original flight being cancelled because of mechanical issues. She'd been re-routed from Chicago to Jackson, Mississippi where she had a two hour layover before boarding a flight to Houston. Once again the day was destroyed further thanks to flight delays and missed connections; at one point she debated saying to hell with it, but she hadn't seen Punk in a few days and she wanted to be with him on his birthday no matter what she had to do to get there. Gabby stood up and went over to Punk; even though none of this day had been her fault directly, she knew he'd be worried, but still chose not to call or text him back not wanting to ruin the surprise.

"Please don't be mad at me! I'm sorry today did not turn out as planned for either of us, but I want to try to make it up to you. I admit I should have called or texted you, but I was in surprise mode and didn't want to ruin it; you surprise me all the time, so for once I wanted to do something special for you." Punk knew she was being sincere, so he let his anger go and decided to take her up on the offer of fixing his birthday; deep down he was still a little unsure she'd be able to though.

"So you want to make it up to me? How pray tell do you plan on doing that? I've had a very bad day full of worry, frustration and embarrassment, so I'm warning you ahead of time it's going to take a lot of work."

"It never fails; you always seem to underestimate me…" Gabby smirked as she stared into his hazel eyes. "How quickly you forget that as a woman I have a power over you that you'll never be able to deny, or at least that's what I'm hoping…" Gabby took his hand and led him over to the bed where he sat not sure what to expect. Gabby smiled one of her wicked, seductive smiles as she started playing with the belt on her dress. Punk tried to focus on her, but the whole belt thing was distracting. "So I've been thinking about this for a few weeks, what exactly do you get for the man that has everything?" Punk blinked a few times recognizing the smile on her lips.

"Well I wouldn't say I have everything…"

"That may be the case, but whatever you want you usually just go out and buy; you're incredibly hard to shop for." Gabby undid her belt letting it fall to the floor getting a smirk from Punk.

"Miss Copeland are you trying to seduce me?"

"I don't know, you tell me…" Gabby opened her wrap dress exposing her hot pink lingerie complete with garter belt. Gabby slid the dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Walking over towards him, she stopped when she was within arms reach. "So are you still mad at me?" Punk took note of the smirk playing on her lips and knew she had him exactly where she wanted him, but seeing her in next to nothing he suddenly didn't care.

"Mad? I don't recall saying I was mad…the word frustrated comes to mind, sexually that is, but I have a feeling I'm not going to have to worry about that in a few minutes." Punk stood up and grabbed Gabby around the waist pulling her against him. Running his fingers down her bare back, he leaned in to kiss her taking the chance to let his tongue explore her mouth as soon as she allowed it. Punk pulled back and Gabby went for his shirt, but he stopped her. "I hope you're prepared for two rounds…"

"Two? Why two?"

"Well one is obviously for my birthday and you owe me big on that one. The second is for make-up purposes. You tortured me by making me worry about you all day then you came in here with a sassy attitude and attempted to take advantage of me!" Gabby laughed at his explanation.

"Okay fine, if you want to play that way then so be it. However, just remember I didn't attempt to take advantage of you, I did take advantage of you." Punk looked slightly confused as Gabby pushed him back on the bed straddling him before he could say much more. With a grin on her face she went for his belt quickly removing it and throwing it behind her before turning her attention on the button of his jeans. Punk was a little taken back by this never having seen Gabby take control, but he wasn't about to object; it was hot and he just hoped this wasn't the last time it was going to happen. Once his jeans were removed, Gabby pulled him towards her so that they were nose to nose and removed his Ramones shirt in a matter of seconds. Placing her hands on his bare chest, she felt the familiar butterflies flutter in her stomach as she pressed her lips to his. A tingle went up her spine as she felt his hands on the clasp of her bra which was quickly disposed of.

The more they kissed, the more teased Punk felt; taking matters into his own hands, he ripped her panties tossing them aside. Before Gabby could object, he was inside of her and suddenly she didn't care about her very expensive and now destroyed Victoria Secret panties, this was worth buying a new pair. Gabby relished the feeling of his tongue on her skin as she continued to move up and down at a steady pace digging her nails into his back. She threw her head back losing it as he jerked his hips and she felt all of him; even though this was supposed to be more about Punk then her, he was completely selfless when it came to them being intimate and always cared more about her pleasure then his own. Gabby was practically breathless, but increased the rhythm going harder and faster until they both finished collapsing on the bed breathless.

Staring at the ceiling trying to catch his breath, Punk still couldn't believe what had just happened in the last fifteen minutes, but with that Gabby had managed to make his day better. He reached for Gabby, but found she was already off the bed on the other side of the room wearing nothing but his Ramones T-shirt. Punk propped himself up using his hand just watching and wondering what she was up to.

"Turn the light off please…"

"What for?"

Gabby turned to him smirking but shielding what she was doing. "For once in your life could you avoid being difficult and just please turn off the light!" Punk sat up and did as she asked. "Okay now close your eyes…"

"Gabby it's dark, I can't even see my hand in front of my face; why the hell do I need to close my eyes?"

"Punk…difficult, avoid it…please…" Punk rolled his eyes as he closed his them.

"My eyes are closed now…" He sat in bed with his eyes closed for what seemed like several minutes when in all actuality it was only a few seconds when he felt the bed sink down meaning Gabby had joined him.

"Okay you can open your eyes now…" Punk opened his eyes to see Gabby's face illuminated by a lit candle. Granted he'd already dealt with the cheesy birthday blowing out the candle thing several times already today, but seeing Gabby there made it feel like the first time. "Happy birthday babe, make a wish!" Punk smirked knowing exactly what to wish for as he blew out the single candle making the room dark again until Gabby clicked on the table lamp. He looked at the plate Gabby was holding and smiled.

"Key lime pie?"

"I know it's your favorite and I figured you'd had enough cake and singing for the day."

"Yes enough cake and singing; how in the hell did you bring key lime pie all the way from Chicago?"

"I didn't, I cheated; Kofi got me a slice from catering. I attempted to bake my own and you know my cooking skills, it didn't turn out so well. The original plan was to get one from a fancy bakery, but with the travel hell I went through to get here and arriving seven hours later then planned, that idea was scratched, so I hope this is okay."

"It's more then okay because you're here. I still don't like that you made me worry all day, but in the end I guess it was worth it."

"You guess?" Punk laughed as he took the fork from the plate taking a bite of his birthday pie.

"Okay I know it was worth it. I love you Gabby and you single handedly managed to both ruin and fix my birthday; I don't think anyone else would go out of their way to do both of those things." Gabby smirked as she scooped whipped cream onto her finger and dabbed in on his cheek. Punk was surprised, but repaid the favor dabbing whipped cream on her nose. Within minutes their faces were covered in pie with Gabby getting the win smashing the small piece in Punk's face. She quickly regretted it as he pinned her to the bed rubbing his face against hers getting pie all over her face and in her hair. Punk laughed as he leaned down pressing his lips to hers. Gabby looked at his whipped cream and key lime pie covered face and smiled.

"One good thing about you being covered in pie is that you taste delicious."

"Well even though I aim to please, I'm not a fan of being sticky. Are you up for round two in the shower?" Gabby reached up and scraped some whipped cream off his cheek with her finger before putting it in her mouth and licking it clean.

"Bring it on champ…"

Hope you approve :) Chapter 31 could come as soon as Monday where we'll find out a few things about Gabby that no one knows and Punk expresses his worry over her telling Adam alone...Thanks for reading!