Chapter 26

"How can she want out? It doesn't make sense! Everything is damn near perfect!" Punk grumbled as he paced back and forth in Scott's small living room. Beth and Scott both watched with amused interest as their mutual friend paced back and forth; each had the same question on their mind: how long before the divorce can be finalized?

"Did something happen? Did you do something to piss her off?" Scott asked innocently.

Punk stopped in his tracks and thought about it for a minute. "Nope. Everything is fine. She gets treated like a fucking princess and gets whatever she wants—the big house in the suburb, the new car, she gets her nails done every week; I don't make her work. All she has to do is take care of the kids. There's no reason for her to want to divorce me; unless she's tired of me being on the road all the time….But I've asked her over and over again if she wants to come with me. She keeps saying that she can't, not with the kids being so little yet…." Scott knew the truth—he knew that Emma was bored; she wanted more out of life than just being a good little housewife and mother. The problem was that she didn't know what she want, but whatever it was, Scott wanted to give it to her.

"Or maybe she's seeing someone else?" Beth interjected quietly. Scott shot her a sneaky warning look. She needed to play it cool if they were going to pull this off. They both had a vested interest in the upcoming break-up of the Brooks; she couldn't just act on impulse and blurt out that his wife had been cheating on him with his best friend. Sure, Emma had told him to back off a while ago, but that didn't stop him from wanting her every single day. And it didn't stop her from calling him when she was feeling extra lonely and had one too many glasses of wine. It worked out for both of them, and now that Punk was about to leave the picture, he would have his chance. Beth wanted Punk. Plain and simple. She had been in love with him for a long time, but Emma had always stood in her way of getting what she wanted. Not anymore. It was Beth's turn.

"She would never do that," Punk immediately shot back. "My Emmy loves me. She would never let another man touch her. We've been through too much for her to do something like that to me. Hell…..I'm the only one she's been with…"

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Punk groaned as his girlfriend turned the station on the radio. Again. She had this horrible habit of switching the station from his heavy metal station to her 'oldies' station whenever she felt like. It was a good thing she was so hot, he would thrown any other girl out the door for touching his radio. But Emma was different; there was something about her that drew him to her. Maybe it was because she was just like him—wild and didn't care what anyone else thought. Maybe it was because her mother, Evelyn, had banned Emma from seeing him. Whatever it was, he liked it.

They were sitting on his bed listening to the radio on a Saturday night, just the two of them. She had stolen his Misfits sweatshirt again and was refusing to give it back. He really didn't mind when she stole it; because when he did get it back, it would smell like her perfume, and that scent drove him insane.

She was lying on her back looking at the ceiling and singing softly to herself when Punk crawled over and hovered above her before leaning down to capture her mouth in a sweet kiss. They had been 'dating' now for a few months and hadn't gone very far in the make-out department yet; he knew she was a virgin and promised that he would take it slow with her. But, honestly, when your girlfriend looks like Emma does, how long could she possibly expect him to wait?

He broke the kiss and starting leaving a trail of soft kisses across her cheek and over to her ear.

As soon as his teeth found her ear lobe, things started to heat up; her contented sighs were enough to drive him insane. Very slowly he made her sit up and lifted his sweatshirt off of her, leaving her sitting up with nothing but a very thin white tank top. He held back a groan and laid her back down, his mouth exploring all of the newly exposed skin...

Things continued to heat up, clothes were being discarded faster than before. He started to pull her jeans down when she stopped him. He sighed, knowing that he had gone too fast and now she was going to leave. "Slow down for a second..." she whispered as she ran her fingers through his long hair. "I need to know something, Punk..." she said softly as she pulled him closer for a kiss, with her eyes still closed after the kiss broke. "Are you still going to love me tomorrow morning?" she asked as she opened her eyes and bit her bottom lip, looking into his eyes, trying to figure out his level of sincerity.

He nodded. "Yeah...there's something about you, Emmy...that I really like..." he whispered as he felt her hand guide his hand back down to her hips and started to help him pull her jeans all the way off.

After a few more minutes of intense kissing and touching, Punk slowly rolled off of her and reached over to the dresser beside his bed and opened the top drawer, never taking his eyes off of her. She looked terrified as she laid in his bed, covered up with a sheet and biting her bottom lip. He gave her a small smile as he found what he was looking for in the drawer and came back onto the bed.

He slipped the condom on, using one of her hands to help him, and kissed her deeply on the mouth, taking what he wanted from her before he pulled away and settled in between her legs. "Are you sure?" he whispered.

She nodded and closed her eyes. He bent his head down to her neck and kissed gently while he pushed himself in; he stopped when she cried out and buried her head in his shoulder. "Emmy...Emmy Sue..." he whispered softly as he started moving..

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"Are you sure?" Beth responded; she wanted to get a rise out of Punk right now, she wanted him to start to get suspicious so he would push the divorce proceedings along more quickly. Then she would get her chance to be with him faster. "You are on the road an awful lot…."

"Yes, I'm sure. She's my fucking wife, Beth. I know her better than anyone else. There's no way she would do that to me….to us….to our fucking kids," Punk let out a loud sigh and fell to the floor. It finally hit him—if she divorced him for real, then he would lose his kids. Everyone thought he was just an asshole who didn't care for anyone else. Little did they know, that being a dad was one of his greatest accomplishments—he loved those kids. Jack was his boy; he was almost an exact carbon copy of him. The kid shared his dad's love for wrestling, baseball and his taste in music was beginning to become the same as his. Joshua was his buddy—he always wanted to help him with whatever he was doing—mowing the lawn, fixing a leaky faucet. Anything Punk was doing, Josh was there being his shadow. And his princess, Jenna….At first he wasn't sure what the hell he would do with a daughter, but one look at her little face when she was born, changed everything. She was an exact carbon copy of his beloved Emma; from the soft brown hair, to the sparkling blue eyes often filled with mischief, and down to the dimple in her cheek with she smiled. "What if she tries to take my kids away from me," Punk eventually whispered.

Scott felt his heart rate pick up; Jenna was his. He loved the boys too, but Jenna was his little angel, even though the DNA test said he wasn't her real dad, he still felt like the test had to be wrong; he had made love to Emma the same week that she had gotten pregnant. The test had to be wrong. "She's a bitch, man," Scott forced himself to say even though it pained him. It was all part of the act, Beth had reassured him. he had to act like he didn't give a shit about Emma and try to convince Punk to just give up so his and Beth's plan would work. "She'll probably take them away from you."

Beth laughed out loud. "Are you sure they're all yours?" she asked as she ignored the look of horror on Scott's face right now. He was too timid; he needed to learn to play rough if he wanted to get what he wanted.

"Yes, I'm sure they're all mine," Punk snapped back immediately. "She would never cheat on me. Never. There must be some other reason as to why she's trying to break up with me."

"Maybe you should just break up with her," Beth suggested innocently. "I mean, that would teach her a lesson. What would she do if you weren't there bringing money home every week? She'd be out on the street." Even though it would please her to no end to see Emma out on the streets with her brats, she had to at least pretend to be a reassuring friend.

"I could never do that to her. I'm….I'm just going to let this play out and see if she's just pissed off about something."

"You should divorce her first," Beth responded quickly.

Punk shook his head. "No. She promised me forever and a day. Our time isn't up yet. I can't let her give up on me."