Hurling two infant, excited young boys and a pregnant, hormonal wife through a busy and chaotic airport wasn't one of the things on Punks to do list, but he done his best to keep his cool and calm the kids down, even if he did have to yell at Tate and Thomas a few times.
It was nice to go on a vacation and only have to pay for the flights since they would be staying at Erica's place. AJ had heard so much wonderful stuff about it, the sun, the beach, the friendly people, her sister was stoked over her address now and AJ couldn't wait to see her again.
It was a good few hours on the plane, Tate and Thomas had tired themselves out from the airport excitement, and fell straight to sleep whilst their movie played on the seat in front. It was their first experience on a aeroplane, Punk couldn't be mad at their level of excitement and hyperness.
The boys weren't the only ones who fell asleep, AJ also felt her eyes closing and drifting off, leaving only Punk sitting himself playing games on his phone to which he never got peace and quiet to do so as Tate always insisted he play.
After a surprisingly calm and relaxing flight, they finally arrived in the scorching sunny Spain, the warm air hitting them as soon as they stepped off the plane, the boys moaning already…
"Tate, hold your sweater, don't trail it along the ground." AJ insisted as she took hold of Tate's hand, his other hand holding his clean sweater, dragging it along the ground.
"I'm too warm." Tate moaned in a painful voice, the heat not being something he was completely used to.
Thomas still needed time to waken up, being younger he wasn't as quick witted as Tate, and found himself in his father's arms, resting his head on his shoulder, figuring his where abouts and wondering why there were so many people talking in a different language.
"Phil, are we renting a car or getting a cab?" AJ asked as they stood outside the airport. Tate had began swinging from a pole outside while Punk put Thomas down onto the ground.
"What do you want to do?" Punk asked his wife.
"I think we should rent a car. If the boys want to go to the beach during the week, we can drive." AJ said, knowing her sister's house was quite a distance from the beach.
"Alright." Punk nodded, putting his hand over his eyes to try see without screwing his eyes up, the sun extremely bright and warm. He spotted the rental car facility over in the corner beside the airport, "You stay here with them, I'll go sort it out." Punk told his wife, leaving her with two gurning little boys and a shit load of luggage.
"Tate, get down from there." AJ asked as she turned around to see Tate swinging from the barrier around the airport, meanwhile Thomas sat down on the suitcase with exhaustion on his face, the flight and the full hectic morning really tiring his little bones out.
Later on…
After waiting on a car to rent for at least half an hour, they finally got one and made their way to Erica's house, which to AJ's surprise was out of the main town area, up into a quiet little village. She was surprised at how spacious and big her sister's house was. It was beautiful. But then again, any place looked beautiful with sun.
She barely got a chance to get out of the car before her sister was running out of the house in her socks, planting a huge hug on her little sisters body, so glad to see her.
"Oh, I've missed you so much, April." Erica squeezed her little sister tightly while Punk began to unload the trunk with their luggage.
"I've missed you too." AJ smiled as she hugged her missed sister back.
"And where are my favourite boys." Erica moved on to her nephew to which Punk piped in.
"We're all here." Punk raised his hand with a smile as Erica chuckled.
"It's good to see you, Phil." Erica smiled sincerely, nevertheless crouching down to speak to her two nephews who looked very sleepy but happy to see their aunt.
"Now either…" Erica began, "Your mommy has been eating too many donuts, or she's yet to tell me something." Erica smiled to the boys, looking up at AJ who laughed.
"Surprise." AJ waved her hands around sarcastically.
"Congratulations." Erica stood up straight and hugged her little sister with a proud smile. She was so glad that AJ had really turned her world around, going from being a delusional, crazy insecure little girl, to a strong, married, independent, hard working wife and mother.
"Thank you." AJ smiled rubbing her small tummy. She too was still tired from the days doings.
Erica crouched back down to the boys who seemed to be too tired to misbehave, which was good, "Why don't we go get some ice cream while mommy and daddy unpack… yeah?" Erica smiled to the boys who had gotten a second wind after the word ice cream.
AJ knew that Erica wouldn't leave the kids alone all week, and that's exactly what she wanted. She knew Erica would have no problem in watching her sons while her and Punk went out every second night or so to enjoy the childless freedom for just a few hours.
Later on…
After some freezing cold ice cream to cool the boys down, they collapsed upstairs in the double bed they were sharing in one of the spare rooms while Punk and AJ were in the second spare room. It was getting dark and AJ had no doubt that they were in their night time sleep and wouldn't wake until morning, which was such a blessing after how moany and tired they had both been.
"I think the heats getting to them." AJ told Punk as she lay Thomas into one side of the double bed while Punk lay Tate in the other, putting them to bed in the air conditioned room.
"Their only small. Today would have been exciting for them, cut them some slack." Punk told his wife, brushing his hand through Tate's hair, watching his eldest son shuffle in bed to get comfy.
"I'm not mad." AJ assured him, "They're just a handful when they play up." She said, walking around the bed and out of the room with Punk, closing the door behind them and walking into their own room, still having to unpack their clothes, only having done the boys.
"Their kids, little boys may I add… they're gonna be crazy over here… ice cream, sand, swimming pools, zoos, the beach… let them have their fun." Punk said.
"I know. I just want some time alone… just me and you." AJ pouted, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, her small bump pressing against his stomach as he smiled at her innocent eyes staring up at him.
"Well… be nice to your sister and she might watch the kids a few days and nights." Punk smiled as AJ smiled hopefully.
"Hopefully." AJ said, resting her head against Punks chest, "It's amazing out here." She said as she got a glimpse out of the window into the beautiful night, the sound of parties in the streets, loud but not disturbing music coming from the town.
"It is." Punk admitted, "Better than your average Philadelphia streets." Punk said as she laughed.
"Much better." AJ smiled, continuing to hug her husband tightly, glad they decided to come to Spain. Not only did she get to see her sister, and get to see her children have so much fun in all their glory, but she got to enjoy the experience with her husband.
Back in Philadelphia…
"Where did she take my baby? What have they done…" Jenny looked towards her boyfriend with terrified eyes.
"It's ok, Jenny. They'll be back." Tim consoled his scared girlfriend, "I promised you, that baby is ours." Tim cupped Jenny's cheeks, "They'll come back from wherever they are and we'll get our baby." Tim smiled.
"They better." Jenny scowled, "Or else I'll find them and rip the damn baby out of her."
The next day…
"Pat it like this…" Punk explained as he patted the upside down bucket filled with sand with a spade, sitting crossed legged on the warm beach with his t-shirt off, the boys sitting exactly like him in front watching their father.
"And then… you just take it off." Punk lifted the bucket to reveal the in place sand castle, the boys smiling with fascination.
"That's so cool." Tate piped up, the public beach roaring with chatter and laughter as they stayed secluded in their spot with their beach towels.
"And if you're really good… like me." Punk winked, enjoying being a kid again in the sand, "You make a fort and go get some water to put in." Punk smiled as the boys looked eager to make their own sandcastles. They'd never been to a beach before, it was such an exciting adventure for them.
"Ok ok… our turn now." Thomas said as he nudged his father away, him and Tate bonding together like good brothers to make their own sandcastles while Punk shuffled over to AJ who was lying on a towel, her eyes closed as she tanned in the sun, her skin shining and glowing against the brightness.
"You're a great father." AJ tapped Punks chest as he lay down beside her on the other beach towel, having listened to him talk to the boys for the past half hour on making sandcastles.
"Just because I can make a few sandcastles doesn't mean I'm father of the year." Punk chuckled.
"I know, but it's the little things that matter." AJ smiled, her eyes still shut as she enjoyed his company, their sons close beside enjoying playing in the sand with their buckets and spades. Punk promised he would take them down to the water later, hoping AJ would join to.
"You know…" AJ began, "I'd enjoy this more if I wasn't so fat." She looked down at her shown tummy, having brought a bikini thinking her belly wasn't particularly big, only to realise it was against all the skinny girls around her.
"Shut up." Punk rolled his eyes, "You're the sexiest woman on this beach." Punk smiled, turning on his side and laying his hand on her stomach, "You look beautiful." He told her, pecking her on the cheek as she smiled. He always knew how to make her feel good about herself.
"We need to think about names." AJ suggested to him as Punk nodded.
"I thought we were going to wait until we find out what the baby is." Punk said as AJ nodded.
"Yeah, that's only one month away, Punk." AJ laughed, "These months are going to fly in, I can just feel it." She said to herself, continuing to keep her eyes shut, enjoying the sun with her family.
"Well good, because I for one, can't wait to meet this little guy." Punk smiled as he propped himself on his elbow, feeling AJ slap his bare shoulder to correct him, "Little girl." Punk corrected himself.
"Better." AJ smiled, opening her eyes as Punk inched closer towards her, pecking her on the lips as she deepened it to much more than a peck.
Just as Punk was enjoying lying on his side, pretending he was a love sick teenager taking his girlfriend on a date to the beach and serenading her with love and hot kisses, he was reminded by the little taps on his back from small hands that he was long gone from being a teenager, and that he was a father and a husband.
"Dad…" Thomas tapped his father who groaned a little, pulling back from the delightful kiss with his wife and turning around to see his sons staring down at him.
"What?" Punk looked at them both as AJ sat up.
"Can we go get water now?" Tate asked, jumping up and down with little patience.
"Oh, alright." Punk nodded, standing up to his feet as he seen AJ stand up to.
"I'm sure I could help you out." AJ smiled, picking up a bucket and scruffing Tate's messy hair with her hand, giving them the go ahead to go run ahead of her and Punk, her eyes on them at all times as her and Punk trailed behind.
She had bad days, where the kids drove her up the wall, their moaning and tantrums going straight to the bad tempered side of her body, but then there was these special moments, where she took so much pleasure in watching Punk throw them about in the water, bonding with his sons and realising that she and Punk were responsible for the little gifts of life that Tate and Thomas were, knowing their unborn son or daughter would be no different.
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