What Did I Do?

Punk walked into the hotel room he was spending his honeymoon in in Hawaii. He rounded the corner of the large suite and opened the bedroom door and April didn't notice him. She had a pillow under her shirt and she was examining herself in the mirror.

"Wow. How long was I gone for?" Punk teased stepping into the bedroom and she glared at him.

"Are you going to still love me when I'm this big?" She asked pulling the pillow out.

"Yup." He said. "I got you aloe for your sunburn."

"Thank you." She said to him. "I usually never burn but since you won't let me go in the ocean-"

"The waters are really rough right now. The waves will smack into you and you can't have that since you're pregnant." he reminded her as he passed her the aloe. "I said we could go to the pool."

"I can go to the pool anywhere, I can't go into the ocean in Hawaii ever again." April groaned.

"Tonight when the waves calm down we'll sneak onto the beach." He promised her.

"Fine." She said passing him back the aloe.

"What?" he asked.

"You have to put it on for me." She pouted. "I'm pregnant."

"You can't even tell your pregnant." he huffed opening the aloe. "Lucky for you I just like to have my hands on your body." he grinned.

"It almost feels weird to be out of state and not hiding out." April teased as he ran the lotion over her back.

"Normalcy is nice." Punk agreed.

"So, now that we've had time to sit on it, what do you think about the baby?" She asked.

"I'm excited." He admitted with a smile. "You?"

"Yea. It's really starting to hit me that I have this person growing inside of me." April grinned. "I know it's still early but I'm already thinking about what I'm going to do with the nursery and clothes I want to buy and how you can build swing off the tree in the backyard."

"Build a swing off the tree?" he questioned as he applied more aloe to her shoulders now.

"You know, rope and tier." She shrugged.

"You are so Jersey." Punk laughed.

"Do you think we'll be good parents?" She asked.

"I mean, we're going to have to work on all the action and adventure and tone it down a notch." Punk teased.

"Yea, it's going to be difficult to run through the woods with a baby in my arms." April teased back.

"Yea, those days are over." He said seriously. "At least for you."

"What about you?" She asked turning her head to look at him.

"Ape, we've talked about my work." He reminded her.

"It's just...don't take so many risks." She said to him. "I don't want to be a widowed single mother."

"We're a team. I'm not going anywhere." Punk assured her.

"Soon we'll be a trio." She told him proudly.

"Which room is the nursery going to be?" He asked her.

"The guest room across the hall." She told him. "Even though until James Sawyer is not a threat..."

"Our room." Punk agreed.

"I'm actually happy the baby is inside of me because I know he or she is completely safe in there." She told him.

"I don't want you living in fear once the baby is born." He told her.

"Like I said, with my own life I'm fearless but-" She began.

"I don't want to talk about James Sawyer. We're on day six of our honeymoon which means we only have one more full day." Punk reminded her. "Then it's back to reality."

"Unless we move here." She suggested and he laughed.

"We can raise the baby on the beach!" She suggested cheerfully and he was very amused.

"What would do for money?" He asked curiously.

"You can open up a surf shop and I could be one of those girls who dances with coconuts." She said simply.

"I'd pay to watch you dance." He grinned.

"Yea? You want to be my first customer?" She asked crawling on top of him now.

"Yea. Your first and ONLY customer." He said as she leaned down to kiss him...

The next morning April woke up with Punk sleeping soundly next to her.

"Morning." She smiled and kissed his cheek but she noticed he was cold. "Phil?" she asked sitting up and pulling the covers down and noticed he was covered in blood.

April let out a blood curling scream as she jumped up on her knees and tried to shake him awake.

"Phil!" She screamed and cried trying to get him up.

"He's been dead for hours." A voice said and April turned her head and saw James Sawyer standing the door covered in blood.

"Don't worry it was fast." James smiled and April jumped out of the bed and began to run to the bathroom but James wrapped his arm around her waist and threw her onto the bed next to Punk's body.

"I'm pregnant." She cried holding her hands up defensively. "Please don't hurt me."

"I want that baby." He whispered.

"APE!" Punk screamed and April sat up and her heart was pounding.

"I can't breathe!" She gasped and Punk jumped off the bed as she cried and gasped for air.

Punk ran over with a brown paper bag and held it to her lips.

"Breathe into it, Ape." He urged rubbing her back gently. "Calm down, you're safe, you're with me."

It took April almost ten minutes to fully come down from the nightmare once she did she removed the bag and met Punk's concerned eyes.

"Phil." She whispered grabbing his face.

"What happened?" He asked concerned.

"Bad dream. Awful dream." She said shaking her head.

"James?" Punk asked and she nodded.

"He killed you and wants our baby." She told him and he frowned.

"No, Ape-" He began.

"It felt so real though." She cried and he cradled her face in his hands gently. "He wants our baby."

"He doesn't even know about our baby." Punk corrected.

"Don't let him take my baby." She sobbed.

"April." He sighed sadly feeling his own heart break.

"Promise me no matter what happens we both always put this baby first." She begged him.

"Of course." He told her. "He doesn't know about the baby. He doesn't want the baby."

"I shouldn't have lied on the stand." She cried shaking her head. "I should have been honest. I should have put him away for life but I'm a chicken."

"No..." Punk sighed sadly.

"And now I'm going to pay for that. He's going to take my baby away it's karma." She cried and he held her against his chest.

"It's going to be ok." He promised.

"We have to stop him." April cried.

"I am. I will." He promised her.

"He's going to kill you first." April whispered and he frowned. "He knows the only way to me is through you."

"I'll kill him first." Punk said quietly. "You are the safest you've ever been. I promise you."

Later that day after April fell back asleep Punk was sitting on the porch outside their suite which was basically on the sand. April wandered outside and saw him looking at the ocean and she just walked over and sat on his lap.

"Sorry for waking you up." She frowned.

"It's fine. I got to watch the sunrise." He smirked and kissed her cheek. "Feel better?"

"Yes." She sighed. "It was just a really bad dream."

"Obviously. Want to tell me about it?" He asked.

"No." She shivered.

"Might make you feel better." he suggested and she just shook her head. "Fine. What do you want to do today?"

"I want to put my feet in the ocean." She told him and he smiled. "Then I want to go into town and do a little shopping. Then I want a huge dinner."

"Yea? What do you want? Anything. You decide." He told her.

"Well since I can't have fish I want-" she began to think. "Pasta." She grinned.

"Yea? I can go for pasta." he said to her.

"A big dish of Alfredo sauce pasta with garlic bread with melted cheese." She told him thinking about it. "And for dessert I want a big, fat piece of chocolate cake."

"You got it." He said to her. "What about breakfast?"

"I just threw up for ten minutes. No breakfast." She smirked. "But don't let me stop you from eating."

"What do you think of John Cena?" Punk asked out of nowhere.

"What? I think he's a dick." She shrugged. "Why?"

"He wants James Sawyer." Punk told him. "I mean badly. To the point that he came to our wedding fighting with me about it. He was going to swap your life to get him."

"So?" She asked.

"What's the connection?" Punk asked more himself. "We all get attached to cases but not to that level."

"Do you think he's working with Sawyer?" April asked.

"He's a dick but I don't know if he's a traitor." Punk admitted. "There's something I've missed. Something I obviously missed and John is the key somehow."

"Are you going to talk to him about it?" She asked.

"Nope. I don't want him to know I think he's connected to Sawyer." Punk said to her.

"Well, if you don't think he's helping him maybe he could help us." She suggested.

"Fuck him." Punk spat. "I wouldn't trust him with anything let alone my wife and unborn kid." Punk remarked. "But there is something so obvious I'm over looking like I did with Adam."

"You'll figure it out." She assured him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "It's so pretty here."

"Yea." Punk said but his mind was back in Chicago. "I just feel like I'm over analyzing Sawyer."

"So, take a step back." April suggested. "Fresh eyes couldn't hurt."

"I don't have fresh eyes." Punk groaned. "Nobody in the office has fresh eyes."

"What about calling someone in. You have to have a friend somewhere in another office." She suggested.

"Yea." He said trying to think of someone.

"I'm sorry if I freaked you out earlier or you felt I put pressure on you-" She began.

"You didn't. The pressure has been on for Sawyer long before I even met you." He told her. "I just don't like it bothering you like this."

"It's because we've been talking about him so much." She said to him.

"You're right." Punk agreed and stood up with her. "Let's go do something fun."

"Beach?" She asked and he nodded.

"Yup." He said to her. "I'm already in my suit." he pointed out.

"I think I look too big in my two piece." She frowned.

"You don't." He told her. "You don't even have a bump."

"Need I remind you about how I didn't fit in my dress?" She asked.

"Still beautiful." He told her simply. "Still my wife, still the mother of my child."

"Wife and mother." April almost fainted.

"You'll get used to hearing it." He teased.

"Don't leave for the beach before I'm ready!" She warned then ran inside.

"Why would I do that?" He asked following her inside.

Appearing from the beach not too far off was James Sawyer, keeping a close eye on the couple...

Later that night April was sadly packing her stuff. She was growing depressed as she folded her clothes.

"What's up?" Punk asked walking into the bedroom.

"I don't want to leave." She sighed sadly. "I love it here. The beach, the smell, the natives, the food-"

"I get it." Punk smirked.

"Can we come back?" She asked hopefully.

"Whenever you want." Punk promised.

"Next week?" She asked and he laughed.

"I think my bank account is going to need a longer period of time." He said to her.

"Maybe we can move here after you retire." She grinned.

"Whatever you want." He said to her.

"You're just appeasing me." She mocked and he eyed her. "It's fine, I'm enjoying this whole 'whatever you want' phase. Let me know when it expires."

"It's just a wedding gift, you have until tomorrow night when we get home." He teased and she groaned. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Fine." April said to him. "I'll pack." She said sadly.

"You act like we're not going back to a big beautiful home." He reminded her.

"Oh, that's right." she grinned. "I have so much to do in that house."

"Like what? You did it all." He said exhausted.

"Now I have to figure out where I'm moving the guest room furniture." She shrugged. "And I really don't like the wallpaper your mother put in our bathroom. Oh! We get to tell your parents about the baby!" she cheered.

"See? All things to look forward to." He said kissing her then heading into the shower.

April heard the shower go on as she packed up their stuff.

"Congratulations." A voice said and April froze and slowly turned her head

"You're not real." April whispered to herself and turned back around so her back was to James Sawyer. "He's not real. Wake up, wake up, wake up." she repeated to herself.

"Do you want to tell Phil you have company?" James questioned.

"Please, just leave." April whispered. "He'll kill you." she warned.

"No he won't." James said walking over to her. "We've never had a chance to speak before. This is so surreal." he almost nervously. "I owe you my life."

"What?" April asked.

"You lied on the stand for me. You intrigue me." James told her. "Why did you save me?"

"I didn't save you. Your father threatened my family." She told him honestly.

April was trying to buy time. Punk had just gotten in the shower but she would hope she would hear James. She didn't want to scream because Punk would come running and she wasn't sure if James had a gun. She didn't want to risk Phil's life. She had to remain calm.

"Daddy is very protective of me." James smiled.

"James-" She began.

"I love the way you say my name." James said walking towards her.

"Please." She begged as he grabbed her by her shirt roughly so they were nose to nose.

"Don't turn me on like that." James whispered. "You'll make this much more difficult."

"I'm having a baby." She reminded him. "You don't want to kill a baby-"

"I've killed babies for a lot less." James told her with cold smile and April began to shake.

"Phil!" She yelled out now.

Now April felt not her life, but her child's life was in jeopardy and she hoped he'd hear her over the shower and radio playing.

James lifted his hand and cupped April's trembling face and pressed his lips to hers.

"I'll see you soon." He smiled then turned around and rushed out.

April ran to the door in the bedroom and locked the door.

"Phil!" She screamed again and now she heard the radio lower but the shower still on.

"Ape?" He yelled back.

April ran into the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom and he was just stepping out.

"James was just in the room!" she yelled pointing.

"What?" he asked.

"Phil! He was just in our bedroom!" She screamed.

Punk wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom.

"He left when I yelled for you." She told him. "He just walked right out the door as if it was nothing!" she cried.

"Stay here." He said as he grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on.

Punk was gone for twenty minutes. And April was biting her nails nervously and sitting on the edge of the bed when Punk came back in.

"I know you think I'm crazy." April said standing up. "But I swear this wasn't a dream and I wasn't imagining it-"

"I saw him, Ape." Punk said angrily grabbing his cellphone. "Did he touch you?"

"You couldn't catch him?" April asked frantically.

"Obviously not." He snapped as he pressed his phone to his ear. "Did he touch you?" Punk asked again.

"He kissed me." April told him and Punk eyed her with confusion.

"What?" Punk asked slowly.

"He knows about the baby." April explained. "He wanted to thank me for protecting him on the stand! He thinks I'm a friend or something! Then he talked about killing babies-"

"Graves." Punk said into the phone "What happened to your tail on Sawyer? Yea I know you lost him days ago because was just in my room in Hawaii..."

April sat back down on the bed and watched as Punk paced back and forth on the phone. She was still in shock that he just walked into her room as if it was nothing and spoke to her like they were long lost friends.

"Ape." Punk said loudly getting her attention and she realized he was off the phone. "You need to tell me everything."

"Phil, how could he just walk in here? It's like my dream-" She began.

"April." he sighed kneeling down in front of her. "I know you're scared but I need you to really focus."

"That's all that happened. He wasn't even here five minutes." She told him. "How could he just walk in here?"

"The door was still chained, our balcony door was open. He just walked up from the beach." He told her and she shook her head.

"How long has he been here?" April asked.

"Graves told me they lost him three days ago. They didn't want to call and worry me." Punk told her. "They never imagined he'd find his way here." Punk told her.

"He just tainted this whole trip." She told him.

"You said he kissed you?" Punk asked and she nodded.

"He grabbed my shirt and kissed me." She told him. "Is that like the kiss of death?"

"No." He said to her. "I don't know-"

"You didn't hear us?" She asked and he shook his head.

"No, babe." He said kicking himself. "I'm sorry. I had the radio on I didn't think he would come here."

"What does he want with our baby?" April asked him. "What does he want from me? Why didn't he just kill me and get it over with?"

"He..." Punk trailed off but stopped when he realized he didn't have answers to her questions and she deserved them.

"What did I do?" She asked him hopelessly. "What did I do?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I let him out, I let him walk and I thought it would be over." She told him still in shock. "And now my child is going to die-"

"Our kid isn't dying." Punk promised her.

"She's going to pay for my mistakes." April whispered. "What did I do?" She asked herself now.