Because AJ felt that their little home was too small to see patients in, she was offered a job in the psychiatrist doctor unit not that far downtown. She knew it was better to work from home since she could keep a close eye on the kids, but her and Punk had both spoke to their bosses and managed to work out a routine where someone was always home to watch the kids.

"Do you remember what we got up to in this place?" AJ asked her husband as they sat on the couch late one night after the boys and Jessie had gone to sleep.

"Oh, yeah." Punk nodded, "You see, now you've made me feel old coming back here with three kids, we left this place when Tate was just a baby. When life was simple." He chuckled.

"The more the merrier though. Right?" She leaned into him.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "Are you still worried about Tim?" Punk asked hesitantly.

"No… I mean, he's in prison now, he can't touch us, and we're out here, this little unknown paradise will keep us safe." She smiled, "You'll keep me safe." She told him as he smiled, kissing her head and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Just as they got comfy and settled down on the couch, Jessie let out her cries from two doors down. Punk watched as AJ went to get her, but pulled her back down, "I'll go." He insisted, standing up and walking through his and AJ's bedroom, opening the side door and into the extended two bedrooms. He walked over to Jessie as she squealed in her crib, wiggling her little arms and legs about.

"Hey, what's all this about?" Punk asked her, lifting her up and tucking her into his chest. He couldn't believe she was five months already, although she was still so tiny.

"Daddy's here. Come on. What's all this crying for?" Punk said, rubbing her back in soothing circles as he walked back out of her room and through to the living room, sitting back down beside AJ.

"I think she's hungry." AJ sighed, not understanding why she chose to breastfeed this time round. She never with Tate or Thomas, but she figured she should try it.

"Well…" Punk looked down at his daughter cradled in his arms, "I can't help you out on this one, Jess." Punk smiled, passing her over to AJ who discreetly pulled her t-shirt down a little and found a comfortable position to sit in whilst feeding Jessie.

Punk sank down on the couch beside AJ who leaned her head on his shoulder. It wasn't something many mother breastfeeding would say, but she felt comfortable and at peace, not just in this moment, but overall. Her sons were asleep, her daughter was nestled into her chest being fed, and her husband was right beside her, like he was for everything. Moving back here was the best thing they'd done in a long time.

The next day…

"Can we go swimming in here?" Tate asked, walking along the lake with his mother, brother and sister the next morning, Punk unfortunately away to work.

"No." AJ said immediately, pushing Jessie in her stroller while Thomas held on to the side of it and Tate walked ahead, exploring the side of the lake.

"Why not?" Tate questioned.

"Because… it's dirty and just, no." AJ said as her final answer, not having much to fight with since she had swam in that lake once too.

AJ put the stroller on break, laid a blanket on the grass and sat down with the boys, passing them some food and juice boxes she had brought with them. It was such a lovely day, she didn't want to sit inside all day.

"So how are you guys liking it here?" AJ asked her sons, lifting Jessie from her stroller and sitting down with her in the basket of her crossed legs.

"It's ok." Thomas shrugged, not too fussed about the place, to him it was just a smaller house with a bigger back garden.

"I love it." Tate exclaimed, dipping his hands into the chips his mother had brought out, "It's so cool." He smiled.

"What do you think, Jessie?" AJ smiled as she looked down at Jessie laying against her chest, looking around at the boys. Some part of her believed that Jessie knew these boys were her brothers. She just had a feeling.

"Mom, she can't talk." Thomas laughed at his mother's stupidity.

"Silly me." AJ played along.

"When is dad home?" Tate asked curiously.

"He finishes early today, so in a couple of hours we can go pick him up." AJ smiled as they nodded, watching them as they began to play with Jessie, making her smile like they always done, making funny faces to her and holding her hands as she made the most adorable little baby noises.

Her speculation was right, the boys had gotten more mature since Jessie had arrived and she praised upon that. Although they were still their mischievous, little boys self.

Back in Philadelphia…

"How could you have been so stupid?" Jenny gritted her teeth as she visited Tim in prison.

"She woke up. What was I meant to do? I'm in here for a long time, Jenny. And it's all because of you." Tim looked to put fault on his girlfriend who he was extremely mad with.

"You still went along with it anyway. It wasn't hard. Just lift the baby and walk out." Jenny said, if she wasn't in denial before, she was definitely going insane.

"Why didn't you do it then?" Tim spat, "You know what…" Tim looked from left to right, "I go down for this, you go down for it too." He stood up as Jenny shook her head with confusion.

"What?" Jenny stood up.

"I'll see you when you get on this side." Tim spat, having no remorse for her anymore, walking away and back down the cell block, ready to make a statement to take Jenny down with him. The frustration of him being back in prison and with Jenny still moaning at him, he wasn't taking all of the blame, she was going down with him too. He'd make sure of it.

Later that night…

"How was work today?" AJ asked her husband, sitting with the boys at the kitchen table whilst they ate their dinner, Punk standing holding Jessie and talking all kinds of nonsense to her.

"It was good." Punk smiled, "I wrote about the prices of gas stations." Punk told his wife.

"What because you were pissed off last Saturday when we went and the prices had gone up?" AJ chuckled.

"Yeah. I mean it's gas, c'mon people. Anyway, it's getting published tomorrow so you can see what you think about it." Punk shrugged.

"Well, it will be great I'm sure." She smiled, standing up and clearing the boys finished plates.

"You'd say that anyway." Punk smiled, stealing a kiss from his wife as she walked by heading for the sink.

Punk smiled as he heard AJ sigh good naturedly, an idea coming to his mind from previous times.

"Boys, go get your shoes on." Punk told his sons as AJ turned around to him, wondering where he was planning to take them, "You too." Punk winked to his wife, walking away to put Jessie in her stroller.

Later on…

"Where are we going?" AJ asked as they walked along the lake on the warm, cool breezed night, the lake barely stirring or moving.

"You'll see." Punk smiled, coming up to a tree stomp where a rope swing sat attached to the tree at the other side of the lake.

"Phil… no." AJ shook her head as the boys noticed the rope swing.

"Don't Phil, no me." Punk said playfully, "Live a little." He told his wife.

"Mom said we aren't allowed to go swimming." Tate told his father.

"Well I say you are." Punk said as AJ folded her arms, Jessie fast asleep in her braked stroller.

"You are not a child anymore." AJ reminded her husband, watching him take his t-shirt off, leaving his jeans on as he grabbed the rope swing.

Tate and Thomas watched their father closely as he grabbed the rope, pulling on it to see if it was strong enough, watching as he walked back with it.

"You do realise it was only five years ago we were doing this." Punk reminded his wife, "We aren't old." Punk made a kiss face to her as she scowled.

She couldn't not laugh or smile seeing him drop into the water, she wasn't standing in the way of ruining a perfectly fun night. She could see how much her children wanted to do what their immature father had done, and for once, she decided not to be a responsible mother.

"Go…"AJ pushed Tate forward as he looked up at her.

"But you…"

"I know." AJ nodded, getting a glimpse of Punk waving his hands forward for Tate to jump, "Go." She smiled, running her hands through his hair, watching his eager little eyes light up as he ran for the rope, walking back and swinging from it, landing in the water more lightly than Punk did.

"You both look like wet dogs." AJ announced to them as they chuckled, their hair over their eyes as it was Thomas's turn.

"C'mon Thomas." Punk encouraged his youngest son who looked a little more frightened than Tate did. Nevertheless, he took that rope and swung into the water with his brother and father,

"Ok." AJ said, trying to ignore the fact that her husband and sons had never looked happier, "Can we go home now?" She asked them, watching Punk shake his head.

"We're not going anywhere until you get in here with us." Punk smiled as Thomas giggled.

"No way." AJ folded her arms, "I need to stay with Jessie." AJ used as her excuse.

"I'm sure Jessie will be fine." Punk insisted, "Do it." Punk pointed to the rope, "Before I get out and make you." He said as AJ groaned.

"Damn you Phil Brooks and your idiotic mind." AJ cursed, walking slowly over to the rope and grabbing it, walking back as Punk watched her with a smile. He could always bring the fun out in her.

"C'mon mom." Tate encouraged.

AJ held her breath and shut her eyes as she swung from the rope and landed in the water, right beside Punk who caught her and pulled her into him as she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a smile.

"Wasn't that bad? Was it?" He smiled as she chuckled, leaning up and pressing her wet lips against his own, feeling his hands firmly on her waist under the water, the boys splashing one another beside, giggling and laughing together. There was no better sound than a family full of laughter.

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