"Where are the kids?" AJ asked as she entered the living room later on in the afternoon, wrapping her sweater around her body and taking a seat next to Punk on the sofa.
"Out in the garden." Punk told his wife.
"Sorry I slept for so long. I'm just so tired." AJ sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, ashamed to say that she was actually still pretty sleepy.
"It's ok. You can sleep as much as you want." Punk said, turning his head and pressing a kiss on her forehead. He really didn't bother getting up with the kids in the morning, yeah they were at their most loudest in the morning, full of energy from their good night sleep, but he could handle it. Speaking of handling it…
"Your mom called…" Punk said as AJ lifted her head up and turned to him.
"Saying what?" AJ asked.
"She's inviting us round for dinner tonight." Punk said with a huff, "With the kids." He said, turning back to the TV.
"And you told her no, right?" AJ said. As much as she loved her mother, now wasn't a good time to be annoying her, especially after the way she spoke to her yesterday.
"Of course I didn't tell her no. I'm terrified of that woman." Punk said, "I said we'd be round for seven." Punk said as AJ stood up with a bad tempered sigh, walking out of the living room and slamming the door shut behind her as Punk just leaned his head back.
Later on…
"Will gran make us spaghetti?" Tate asked his mother as he was getting help changing into his little jeans and shirt. Whenever AJ and Punk were invited around for dinner with the kids, her mother always expected the boys to look smart. It was almost like sweat pants and little super hero t-shirts were banned in her mother's world.
"If you want spaghetti, she can make you spaghetti." AJ smiled, buttoning up Tate's shirt as she kneeled on the floor in front of him, "Why don't you take some games with you, you know how boring it is over in gran's house." AJ mumbled whilst rolling her eyes. Her mother was always weary of the boys touching things in her house since they did have a tendency to break things.
"I don't want a baby sister." Tate said, playing with AJ's necklace around her neck as AJ paused on the button she was in the middle of doing on his adorable little shirt.
"What?" AJ shook her head.
"Dad said you're having a baby." Tate looked into his mother's eyes.
"Y-Yeah… I am, but… it doesn't mean it's going to be a girl. It could be a boy." AJ said. She was a little mad that Punk had told the boys about the baby without her, it was something she wanted them to do together.
"I thought it was only me and Thomas." Tate frowned, sitting down on his bed with a childlike pout.
"Well, it was, but now you're going to have another brother, or a new sister. Isn't that exciting?" AJ took Tate's little hands in hers, trying to force a smile from him.
Tate tried to look away from his mother, knowing he would end up letting out a small laugh and smile at her attempts to soften him up. He was exactly like his father. Pretended he was all tough and hard, but could go extremely weak with just her smile.
"Come on, it's a little exciting. Isn't it?" AJ smiled, placing a kiss on Tate's cheek, tickling in at his ribs as he began to laugh and smile, falling over onto the bed as AJ laughed.
It was a sound she would never get tired of, her children's laugh. She knew she was the one person in the world that could brighten up their day, well her and Punk.
"Off you go downstairs and find dad and Thomas, let mommy get ready." AJ tapped his bottom as he ran off out of his room all ready, both him and Thomas had been bathed and soaked in the warm water from being so dirty out in the back garden. They'd both been put into adorable little checked shirts and jeans, while Punk refused and stuck with some old t-shirt from his wardrobe.
She walked off into her own room and began to put on her laid out clothes, having showered earlier and dried and straightened her hair. She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she as changing, standing side on as she could see the tiny bump folding over into a small curve on her stomach. She was just going on four months and she was going through the cranky, tired and blaming everything on Punk stage. Not to mention she was still living in fear from the past few crazy days. As much as her son was against the idea, she was hoping for a baby girl. Her family would really be complete. But another boy would be nice too.
"Phil, are you being serious?" AJ walked into the living room after getting ready to see Punk lying up on the couch while the kids, clean kids may she add, were back out in the garden dirtying themselves after AJ had scrubbed them both in the bath and put clean and presentable clothes on them.
"What?" Punk looked up at her.
"I told you not to let them out into the garden." AJ scowled, slapping the back of his head as she walked by to go get the boys inside, hoping they hadn't gotten too dirty.
Later on…
Dinner was as awkward as it was going to get, but with Tate and Thomas sitting at the table babbling away, it made things less awkward. Soon enough though, Tate and Thomas headed into the living room to watch a DVD that AJ had brought with them to keep them chilled out and not hyper, while her and Punk sat at the dinner table with her mother.
"So when is the baby due, April?" Fiona asked, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.
"In five months." AJ said.
"And are you both finding out what the baby is?" Fiona asked.
"We haven't really discussed about it." AJ looked at Punk beside her, "I want it to be a girl." AJ smiled to herself.
"I would to. The thought of three boys screaming around my house makes me want to top myself." Fiona said as AJ frowned.
"Well, a boy would be nice to." AJ shrugged as Punk just stayed silent.
"Don't get me a wrong, a boy would be easier. All the things you have to deal with for girls. They fall out with their friends, they have boyfriends, they have periods, they cry more." Fiona went on and on as AJ just looked to Punk.
"Look, mom. If you're trying to scare me then it's not working. I can handle my children, so can Phil. Boy or girl, we'll be fine." AJ smiled to her mother.
"I'm just worried you'll go off the deep end again, April." Fiona admitted.
"Excuse me." AJ said.
"Well think about it, you'll be tired, you'll probably get postnatal depression, Phil will be working, you'll be worrying about working… these are things that, you necessarily aren't good at dealing with." Fiona said.
"It's really none of your business." AJ told her mother.
"I'm only saying because I'm worried things will get too crazy for you both. I know it's hard enough with Tate and Thomas, imagine having a newborn to look after as well as them." Fiona said, "I just want you to be prepared." Fiona said.
Punk sat up straight, clasping his hand, "We appreciate your concern, but me and April will be fine. We look out for each other, we help one another. We aren't going to fall flat on our faces at this." Punk said.
"Well I hope not." Fiona smiled, "I know how wonderful you both are at being parents. I just don't want you straining yourselves." She said, standing up and walking over to the fridge to take the cake that she'd made out.
"We'll be fine, mom." AJ nodded, feeling Punk rub her leg under the table soothingly.
"Why don't you two go visit Erica in Spain. Since you're both off. The weather isn't too warm at this time of year so the kids should be ok." Fiona suggested as AJ turned to Punk who was smiling at the idea of a mini vacation. It seemed that they were most definitely in need of one.
Later that night…
Walking home later that night after a night spent at AJ's mothers, Thomas was fast asleep being carried by his father while Tate was running ahead, keeping under his mother and father's watch though of course. Punk had yet to tell AJ about Tim coming to the house and apologising as to what it seemed.
"So, earlier when you were sleeping. Tim came to the door." Punk said, watching AJ immediately turn her head to look at him.
"What?!" She shrieked.
"Calm down, calm down." Punk rolled his eyes, "He apologised." Punk said with shock still in his voice, "He said he wouldn't come near us again and that what he done was wrong and stupid." Punk said, watching AJ just roll her eyes, "AJ, I really believe him. I don't think he's going to bother us again." Punk admitted.
"Well, I hope so." AJ folded her arms, still thinking about these past few dramatic days and how scary it all was for her, "Why did you tell the kids about the baby? Without me?" AJ asked him.
"I didn't think it was a big deal. They don't really get it anyway." Punk shrugged.
"Of course it's a big deal. We should have told them together." AJ said, still mad with him.
"I'm sorry." Punk rolled his eyes at AJ's unnessesary drama.
"Don't roll your eyes at me." AJ snapped as they walked through their gate, walking down the pathway to their home.
"Well just take a breather. You've been snapping at me all day." Punk said, watching her open the front door with her keys.
"Yeah, only because you deserved to be snapped at." AJ scowled.
"Oh, be quiet." Punk shook his head, "Go scream into a pot if you're so angry." He spat as he walked by her, taking hold of Tate's hand with Thomas still in his arms, walking upstairs to put them straight to bed, being late as it was, leaving AJ downstairs sighing to herself.
After going into the kitchen and taking a glass of water, taking deep breaths and getting some fresh air at the back door, she locked up the doors and windows and headed upstairs slowly, walking straight into their room to already see Punk stripping down to his boxers.
"I'm sorry." AJ crept in the door quietly, shutting their bedroom door over as he looked up at her.
"I'd say it's fine. With you being pregnant, I know how crazy and angry you get, but I've done nothing wrong. Don't get mad with me because there's no one else around to get mad at." Punk told her.
"I know. I'm really sorry." She walked around the bed to stand across from him closely, "My mom is just getting to me. It hurts that she thinks we're going to fall flat on our faces at this." AJ sighed.
"She just wants you to be ok." Punk said, "Hopefully we can get away for a week to see your sister, maybe it will give us a chance to cool off from all the shit thats been going on." Punk suggested.
"Yeah." AJ whispered, "I hope so." She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips, feeling him deepen the kiss and rub his hands up and down her soft skinned arms, picking her up just under her ass and laying her in the centre of the bed. They did need to go cool off somewhere. The kids needed to visit their aunt and her and Punk needed some time to themselves, to reconnect after these past few frightening days.
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