Thomas had already fell asleep later on in the night. His little eyes couldn't keep open while he laid into his mother's side, her fingertips brushing through his hair, putting him straight to sleep. He was the youngest out of both of them and even though there was only one year between them, it did make a big different. Tate on the other hand would refuse every night to fall asleep anywhere other than his bedroom.

Once Thomas had been put to bed very easily, AJ and Punk spent time together as the loving parents they were, putting Tate into bed and saying their goodnights to him.

"Can you read… a story." Tate said, specifically looking to his father before hopping into bed.

"Yeah, go pick one." Punk said, watching Tate kneel down at the box of books, rummaging through them all to find one. Meanwhile AJ took the hint that she could leave without being noticed by Tate, and headed out of the room to let her husband put her son to sleep.

Punk had only read two pages and Tate was fast asleep, his little eyes shut and his chest rising and falling with his soft breaths.

He sat the book on the nightstand and shuffled Tate's body down so his head was actually lying on the pillow, throwing the duvet over him and planting a kiss on his soft head, "Goodnight, son." He smiled, brushing the same colour of hair he had out of his son's face, standing up straight and heading out of the room.

He walked into his own bedroom, closing the door behind him and turning round with a chuckle, staring across at AJ lying in the middle of the bed only in her underwear.

"Really? This fast?" He asked her, realising she was really focussed on having another baby. He wasn't trying to shut down the idea, he was opened to it very much, he was just worried that things would get too much for AJ, he knew she loved doing all the stuff that did make her tired, but he just didn't want her to completely exhaust herself with work and being a mother to three small children.

"Wow, down boy, easy on the enthusiasm." AJ sat up, crossing her legs in a basket in the centre of the bed, watching him walk towards the bed, sitting down on the edge and turning his body round to face her.

"I'm fine with it. What you want is what I want… but, aren't you afraid things will get a little too crazy around here?" Punk asked her.

"You bought into crazy when you married me." AJ smiled, "C'mon…" AJ bounced up and down on the bed like a child, lying back down, "Do your magic." She tapped her stomach as he laughed, standing back up and running his hands through his hair.

"Well… I can't say I don't feel used right now." Punk pouted sarcastically, stripping his t-shirt off nevertheless and unbuckling his belt as AJ smiled, watching him throw his jeans away, putting one knee on the bed and climbing on top of her.

"You're beautiful." Punk whispered as he looked down at her. Even though she may have doubted her progressing looks, she was just the exact same AJ he remembered from seeing her in the mental hospital, which felt like a lifetime ago. When it came to it, it was still just them two, in their own little loved up world.

The next morning…

"Morning…" Punk smiled as he watched AJ's eyes open, spooning her from behind as she turned her head back and smiled up at him.

"Morning." She smiled up at him with those dreamy 'after sex' eyes. Everytime they had sex, which was a frequent occurrence, she always felt so much closer to Punk, which she thought was impossible considering they were already so very close.

"How did you sleep?" Punk asked her, kissing her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her from behind, enjoying her bare body pressed up against his stomach.

"Great." She said with a satisfied sigh, "How about you?" She said, using hushed morning voices with each other that was so soothing to her ears… until they both heard Tate and Thomas fighting from downstairs. They normally didn't go downstairs unless it was with their mom or dad, but they'd started to go down on their own now. Tate even tried to make his own cereal the other morning, to which Punk came downstairs to the full carton of milk spilled on the kitchen floor.

"Well, that was nice while it lasted." Punk sighed.

AJ raised her hand up behind herself, cupping Punks cheek from behind, "Be a dear and go see to them." She tapped his cheek with a sleepy voice.

Punk was always afraid that their sex life would be completely ruined after having children, but it wasn't, it was still most definitely there, only sometimes they got interrupted from time to time.

"I think I be a dear too much for you." Punk huffed as he pulled the sheets back to get out of bed, putting his boxers on along with a pair of basketball shorts, forgetting about a t-shirt for now, it was just his sons he was going to see, not a job interview.

"I love you." AJ muttered, hugging into her pillow as she fell back asleep. She was finally off from work as it was now the weekend to which she never worked and spent all her time with her children. Unfortunately Punk had to go to work soon, so she was trying to get all the sleep in that she could.

Later on…

Punk had gone off to work and AJ decided that today would be a lazy day, just like every other Saturday wound up into. She'd have so many goals for her day, liking clearing out the messy cupboard at the bottom of the stairs, or going through the boys clothes to throw out clothing they had grown out of, or simple things like ironings and washings. But she always ended up sitting on the couch with coffee and cake, either keeping an eye on Tate and Thomas in the back garden, or if it was raining, watching them in the living room whilst they played with their toys.

She figured that if she did become pregnant again, which was what she was hoping for, she wouldn't even need to take time off work, she worked at home anyway.

AJ had sat and watched sweet little Thomas, who was the most sensitive out of her two children, build his blocks up into a huge big tower. She could tell he was so proud of himself, his little eyes were full of fascination and she adored how happy he looked, until she seen Tate kick the blocks down.

"Tate!" AJ yelled, sitting her coffee down on the coaster beside her, "Why did you do that?" She asked as Thomas began to get upset, pushing his brother on the arm to which Tate pushed back.

"That is enough." AJ pulled Tate by the arm, separating both of them from each other. This was exactly why she needed a daughter. God help her if she had another son.

She did sometimes worry that Tate was a bit too mischievous. He did take pleasure in ruining a lot of things that people were proud of. And he got angry whenever Thomas got more attention than him, which was the obvious problem here, but she knew he was just a typical little four year old, whose father was a hell of a lot like him.

"Look." AJ said, sitting down in the centre of the living room, crossing her legs in a basket as she told the boys to sit down beside her, "We can build it back up together." She gave them each a block, holding one for herself in her hand.

"I want to go first." Tate exclaimed as usual.

"Ok, you put yours down." AJ smiled, brushing her hand through his hair, "And then Thomas, you put yours on top." She instructed, watching Thomas smile, already over Tate destroying his blocks, his motivation back to do it all again.

"And then I'll put mine on." AJ smiled, placing her block on top of the two already placed blocks, "Now see if you can play like that, ok?" She looked as they both nodded, standing up from the ground as she watched them begin to build the blocks together.

She smiled with triumph, making her way back to the sofa when the front door bell rang. She scanned her brain on who it could be and briskly walked out of the living room, heading straight for the door and opening it wide.

"Jenny." AJ smiled but with a shake of the head, "What are you doing here? Our next appointment isn't until Tuesday." AJ said, looking across at her patient from yesterday, the young nineteen year old girl.

"I know." Jenny nodded, "My family are out of town and… I was just wondering if I could keep you company." Jenny said timidly as AJ nodded.

"Of course." AJ smiled, not pushing away this girl when she needed to be around people. AJ let Jenny in and took her coat from her, "I've just boiled the kettle. Do you want some coffee?" AJ asked the young girl.

"Yes, please." Jenny nodded.

"Ok, well don't mind Tate and Thomas in the living room." AJ told her patient, heading through into the kitchen to which Jenny made her way through into the living room where Tate and Thomas lifted their heads.

"Who are you?" Tate looked up at the stranger in her house.

"None of your business. Little brat." Jenny looked down at Tate, tapping her foot against the blocks, all of them falling down to the ground.

"Hey." Thomas looked up at the mean girl, looking at his brother.

"Why did you do that?" Tate got up to his feet, "I'm going to tell my mom." Tate vowed as Jenny turned her back and sat down on the couch.

"I'm sorry it took so long…" AJ walked back into the living room, "I had to re boil the kettle because…"

"Mom, mom…" Tate tapped AJ, "That lady knocked our blocks down."

"Yeah." Thomas folded his arms.

AJ looked at Jenny who just shook her head, "I don't know what they're talking about. I came in and sat down." Jenny lied as AJ turned her head back to her sons.

"Just build them back up again, yeah?" AJ nodded to them, watching both of them huff, sitting back down and rebuilding their blocks as she took a seat next to Jenny, who she highly doubted knocked down sweet little innocent boys tower of blocks.

"Thanks for letting me in. You're the only one I feel comfortable talking to." Jenny smiled, shying away to herself.

"Well, I'm glad you feel comfortable around me." AJ smiled, glad to be doing her job right, even if it was her day off, nothing would harm a friendly chat.

"So, is your husband out?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah. He's at work. In fact, he'll be home in about an hour." AJ smiled as she glanced at the clock.

"Oh. Well I musn't stay long then. I don't want to intrude in your family life. It's bad enough me coming here on your day off." Jenny sighed.

"Oh no, don't be stupid. I like that you came here, it's taking a step that you aren't used to. You can come see anytime, as long as I'm not with other patients." AJ told her.

"It's not just about me needing help anymore… I've got myself into a little bit of trouble." Jenny looked across at AJ.

"What sort of trouble?" AJ asked curiously.

"Well… there is a boy, he's a friend of the families, we slept together not that long ago and, I think I'm pregnant." Jenny said, looking across at AJ sitting down her mug of coffee, holding her head up by her fisted hand as she put her elbow on the back back of the chair.

"Why did you never mention this to me?" AJ asked.

"I didn't think it was important. I've been pregnant before, but I had an abortion." Jenny looked across at AJ.

AJ swallowed loudly and looked down, "Look, Jenny. I'm just a psychiatrist. I'm not good with real life problems. You should really talk to your mother or father about this." AJ said, feeling rather uncomfortable talking with this young girl now.

"Well that's the thing, the boy that got me pregnant, he killed my father." Jenny stared into AJ's eyes.

AJ couldn't believe what she was hearing, it was like she was staring at her own self. She had the impression however that Jenny was doing this deliberately, like she knew something.

"You know what… I'm starting to get a really sore head and… the boys will be wanting their dinner soon." AJ stood up, holding her forehead as Jenny secretly smiled in disguise, standing up as she had been summoned to leave by the looks of things.

"Ok. Well I hope I didn't cause any disruption. I just really like talking to you." Jenny smiled as AJ walked her out to the front door.

"It's ok. I'll eh… I'll see you on Tuesday at your appointment." AJ nodded with a smile, watching as Jenny smiled timidly, heading out of the house to which AJ closed the door and leaned her back against it. She'd never been in such an odd situation in her life. It was like the girl was living her life a few years ago. She knew there was no way that Jenny knew about what her and Punk had been through. She'd only known her for a few weeks, she couldn't have possibly known.

Later that night…

"She brought all this stuff up?" Punk asked AJ, staring across at her in their bedroom later that night, heading to bed as they had just finished putting their sons to sleep.

"Yeah. I swear, Phil. It was the strangest thing ever. It was like she knew that I'd been through that all. Like she was trying to get under my skin." AJ sighed, pulling back the sheets to their made up bed.

"There's no way she could have known though. I mean, come on. Only I knew about the abortion." He looked across at her, "I thought this girl was all sweet and innocent." Punk said with confusion, sliding into bed with AJ, facing her as she looked rather scared.

"She is. She's confused and alone, but… today was just freaky. I mean, I'm a psychiatrist, not a frickin therapist." AJ said, "She's gave me a headache." She held her forehead with a sigh.

"Well, we can't have that." Punk frowned, hating that this was affecting his wife, laying a sweet kiss on her lips, trailing his lips down her jaw and to her neck, rolling over on top to get better access to both side of her neck. He needed to take her mind off of things. There were days like this when he needed to help relieve the stress from her. The job she done was tough and hard going, but he was always there to lighten the mood as brightly as he could.

Across town…

"Man, you should have seen the look on her face. Looked like she'd seen a ghost or something." Jenny laughed, spinning round on the reclining chair, looking across at the greasy man pacing in front of her, his long hair tied in a bobble, his brain twisting with every breath he took.

"Ok. You just, keep doing what you're doing." The man told the young girl.

"I want my first installment." Jenny put her hand flat out, watching as the man dug into his jean pocket, pulling out a load of cash tied in an elastic band, sitting it on the girls hand as she took it with delight, "So when are you actually planning to take action?" Jenny asked.

"When the time is right. I need you to keep doing what you're doing, squeeze the information out of her." The man hoarsely said as he tightened his fist whilst saying the word squeeze.

"Yes, boss." Jenny smile, standing up off the seat, "Always a pleasure doing business with you, Timothy."

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