The Same Deep Water As You
April and Punk were sitting at a table at Kofi's restaurant the next night. Punk wanted to be anywhere but there but there. He wanted to spend every waking hour searching into John's past and trying to nail James Sawyer but here he was, sitting next to his nervous wife and across from his pissed off mother.
"He's late for everything." Karen spat annoyed.
"Ma." Punk warned. "I don't want fighting."
"I don't know why you insisted on having us both here than." Karen said back.
"He's only five minutes late." April told the two.
"Sorry." Dan announced finally arriving and hurrying into his seat. "You two look great! Hawaii treated you both well."
"We were about to starve to death." Karen remarked picking up a menu.
"We were only waiting a few minutes." April assured him.
"Where's your girlfriend?" Karen asked Dan.
"Ma." Punk warned in a low voice.
"I really am not hungry anymore." Karen said closing the menu.
"Please." April pleaded.
"I'm not going to let either of you ruin this dinner for my wife." Punk warned his parents. "Sit down because we have something to tell you." he told his mother.
"Something to tell us?" Karen asked nervously sitting down.
"You're moving to escape the grasp of your mother? I don't blame you." Dan teased and Karen glared at him.
"You're not moving, right?" Karen asked the Punk and April. "Tell him he's wrong."
"We're not moving." Punk told her.
"You're divorcing?" Dan asked. "Already?"
"No!" April said loudly. "Why would you say that?"
"They're naturally negative people." Punk remarked.
"We are not." Karen defended. "But you call us over and say you have to tell us-" she stopped and eyed them. "Oh my god."
"What?" Dan asked confused.
"Oh my god." Karen repeated as tears threatened to escape her eyes. "You're pregnant."
"She's not pregnant." Dan scoffed.
"I'm pregnant." April confirmed. "We found out right before the wedding."
"I'm going to be a Grandmother." Karen cried happily and stood up and hugged April.
"Pregnant?" Dan asked Punk.
"Yup." Punk confirmed. "Get the negativity all out while you can."
"Congratulations." Dan smiled standing up then hugged Punk.
"That's it?" Punk asked warily.
"You're not a kid." Dan said to him. "You're a grown adult who is married. I think you can handle being a father."
"Of course he can." Karen grinned. "I can't believe it's finally happening."
"I know you've been waiting to be a grandmother." Punk mocked.
"I have!" Karen cried happily. "That's why you had trouble fitting into your dress."
"Yes." April told her. "I'm due in March."
"You're so lucky you're not going to be very pregnant during the summer." Karen told her. "How have you been feeling?"
"Good." April confirmed. "I'm more nauseous every day. I'm actually having difficulty sitting in here and smelling everything."
"And very emotional." Punk added.
"Is it too soon to know if its' a boy or a girl?" Dan asked.
"Well, yes." April told him. "But we both have a feeling it's a boy and that's part of the reason I wanted to speak to you both." she said then nudged Punk.
"Oh, right." Punk said sitting up straight. "Ape had the idea of naming our son, if he's a son, Jake Robert." he told them.
"I didn't just want to take the name from you both and he was your son-" April began.
"I think that's beautiful." Dan said genuinely holding back tears.
"Me too." Karen agreed as she sniffled.
"We'd probably call him J.R for short." Punk told them.
"I think you brother would really like that too." Karen smiled warmly at them.
"What about if it's a girl?" Dan asked.
"We're pretty sure it's a boy but we haven't given much though to boys names." April admitted.
"It's probably a boy because you can tell how heavy she's carrying." Karen grinned and April's face fell.
"You don't look big." Punk assured his wife quickly then glared at Karen.
"I didn't mean it like that." Karen said quickly. "It's just- how far along are you?"
"I'm ten weeks now. I found out when I was just six weeks." She told them. "Speaking of, my doctor wants to see me tomorrow so you have to tell my new bodyguard he has to take me."
"Your baby doctor?" Punk asked.
"Yes Phil, but they prefer gynecologist." She teased.
"Why does your doctor want to see you?" Punk asked concerned.
"Because it's time for the doctor to see me." She shrugged.
"Well, I'm going too." Punk told her pulling out his phone. "What time?"
"Two." She told him and he nodded typing it into his phone. "Why did you wait to tell me?"
"I forgot." She shrugged.
"I'll take you. Dean doesn't need to." Punk said to her.
"Dean? The blonde angry Marshal who I met at your thirtieth birthday party? Why would he be taking her?" Karen asked with a confused smile.
"Is there something else we should know? Like why April has a Marshal guard?" Dan asked.
"Tell them." April said to Punk.
"Let's order first." Punk said signaling for the waiter. "This is going to be a long night." he mumbled.
The next day April was laying on the bed in the doctors office while Punk inspected the office.
"Look at this." He said pointing the poster of a baby growing in different stages. "Pretty cool. Our son is the size of an olive." he pointed at the sign with a smirk.
Son, huh?" The doctor asked walking inside.
"Just a hunch." April smiled at the doctor. "Dr. Monroe, this is my husband, Phil."
"Nice to meet you." The doctor smiled shaking his hand. "Your blood work came back good, your have a very high level of HCG."
"What is that? Is it bad?" Punk asked concerned as April lifted her shirt up a bit so the sonogram technician can apply gel and prepare for the ultrasound.
"It's high hormones." The doctor told Punk. "Nothing dangerous, don't worry." She smiled at him.
"He's nervous." April smirked.
"How have you been feeling?" The doctor asked.
"Morning sickness." April admitted.
"And afternoon and night sickness." Punk added and the doctor laughed.
"I can barely keep crackers down." April told her. "We went for pizza the other day and I had to walk right out."
"How about your emotional state?" The doctor asked running the wand over April's belly now.
"Very." Punk answered for April earning a glare from her. "You have been."
"Ah." The doctor grinned. "It makes sense."
"Does it? Will I be like this the whole time?" April asked concerned. "I cried when we were coming in because a little kid was outside and popped his balloon." she groaned.
"See it?" The doctor asked the technician pointing at the screen.
"Oh, yea." The technician grinned.
"What is it?" April asked concerned.
"Yea, I don't see a thing." Punk said to the doctor concerned.
"We missed it in your first ultrasound, must have been hiding." The doctor smiled at April.
"Missed what?" April asked anxiously.
"Twins." The doctor told her and both Punk and April's face fell at the same time. "See?" She asked pointing to two different spots.
"That explains why I gained so much so fast." April said to herself. "I couldn't fit into my wedding dress."
"That would explain it." The doctor smirked. "They're not sharing a placenta which means they might not be identical but you won't know for sure until they're born."
"Twins?" Punk asked the doctor.
"Yup." The doctor smiled. "And there's that." the doctor said. "Two heartbeats. Two very strong heartbeats."
"We only ordered one." Punk told the doctor and she laughed while April also remained in shock.
"Well, you're having two." The doctor told them. "Twins run in either of your families?"
"My aunt has twins, my grandmother was a twin." April said to the doctor.
"My dad has twin brothers." Punk admitted too. "Oh my god." He said running his hand over his face.
"Everything is good?" April asked the doctor.
"Yes but being pregnant with twins is a whole other ballgame, April." The doctor told her. "You're going to require a lot of rest. Your stomach is more sensitive, your emotions will be higher, you're going to be more tired-"
"She'll get her rest." Punk assured the doctor. "She's so tiny, can she really carry twins?" he whispered to the doctor.
"I heard that." April scolded.
"She'll be just fine." The doctor laughed. "You have to go for more blood work."
"Of course I do." April sighed.
"I want to see you in four weeks." The doctor told her. "I like to see my twin patients more frequently."
"We'll make an appointment before we leave." Punk told her. "Thank you." He told the doctor as she cleaned off April's stomach.
"No problem and congratulations. Twins are something people pray for. You're very lucky." The doctor smiled.
Punk was in his office and since Dean was working on the house still, April was in his office as well.
"You haven't said anything." She said to him.
"I'm working." Punk grunted.
"Are you mad?" She asked him.
"No." He said feeling bad for his reaction.
"Good because it's your fault." She informed him and he narrowed his eyes at her.
"My fault?" Punk asked pointing at himself. "How could his be my fault?"
"It's your sperm." She told him and he eyed her. "You must have ate something that made it super strong or something." She rambled.
"It doesn't work like that." Punk teased.
"I'm freaking out too." April confided. "We still act like kids ourselves most of the time!" she insisted. "Raising one was risky enough but TWO at the same time?"
"I know!" Punk agreed. "I mean, I expected one and even one is a challenge because we've never done this before."
"I've never even changed a diaper before!" April agreed nodding.
"Me either!" Punk shouted dramatically. "How are we going to change two diapers at the same time?"
"How are we going to feed them? What if they are on two different schedules? What if one wants to sleep and the other doesn't?" she asked.
"What if I'm alone with them and one is hungry but one needs a diaper change?" Punk asked her.
"How are we going to handle this?" April asked near tears. "I never even got my puppy! I thought I'd get to practice!"
"Why didn't you tell me twins ran in your family?" Punk asked her annoyed.
"Why didn't YOU tell ME twins ran in your family?" April snapped. "I only met one of your father's brothers at the wedding."
"My other uncle moved to like California when he was 18. I've never even met him!" Punk defended. "You never mentioned twins to me."
"You met my cousins at my house when my parents had that party." April reminded him with a glare.
"There was a lot of family there." Punk defended quietly.
"I don't think we're ready for two kids." She told him.
"Me either." Punk agreed. "But ready or not, we're having two kids."
"I can't afford to be out of work Phil." April told him. "I need to get back to the Times. I need to get better work."
"We're fine financially." Punk told her.
"We are not." She corrected. "We were fine for one but kids are expensive and now we're doubling it! I'm never going to sleep ever again..." She trailed off in a bit of shock.
"Ok. So this wasn't what expected." Punk said to her calming down.
"Nope." She agreed shaking her head. "Not what I thought either."
"But we'll figure this out." Punk told her.
"We're newlyweds who have never been around children and are now expecting two of them." She reminded him. "We were scared for one but two?"
"What's our option, Ape?" Punk asked her.
"We don't have any." She sighed. "We're having two babies. Well, technically I'm having two babies you're just along for the ride." She muttered.
"I'm going to take time off once the kid is boring." Punk reminded her.
"Kids." April corrected. "Plural as in more than one."
"Right." He said rubbing his temple.
"I want to go home." April told him quietly. "I think I need to lay down."
"I can't concentrate myself." Punk said standing up. "Think you can eat?"
"No." She grumbled annoyed. "Two kids you think they'd have an appetite."
Punk and April arrived at the loft and ate a quiet dinner at their counter. Both were scared out of their minds for twins. They were nervous for one but two? That was too much. When Dean walked in both were less than enthusiastic.
"House is set up." Dean told Punk.
"Good." Punk said running his hand over his face. "Security room is set up?"
"You took away one of our rooms for a security room?" April asked annoyed.
"The room I'll be in." Dean told her. "And don't worry I didn't the room across from your room because I know you want that to be the baby's room."
"I'll need two rooms now." She muttered.
"Two? We can't put them in the same room?" Punk asked.
"I don't know, can we?" she asked confused. "I don't know anything about this!" she said dropping her fork and crying into her hands.
"Woah." Dean said eyeing them. "What the hell is going on?"
"We're having twins." Punk told him.
"I'm having twins." April corrected and Punk rolled his eyes.
"That's fucking awesome." Dean cheered. "Why are you both so sad?"
"We can't raise twins." April told him. "We weren't even sure we'd be able to raise one."
"Oh, come on." Dean laughed grabbing a fry from Punk's plate. "These two little peanuts growing inside of you are part of you- both of you." he told them.
"You're going to have them and they're going to be placed in your arms and you're going to know what to do it's going to come naturally." he told them and their features softened. "One will have Punk's nose- unfortunately- and one will have your eyes." he said pointing at April. "And you two are going to morph into super parents. You're going to do everything in your power to take care of them. And they're going to be buddies!" Dean pointed out.
"That's true." April had to agree looking at Punk.
"They're going to be best friends. They're going to grow up together and if you make a mistake they'll have each other." Dean teased. "It's pretty fucking cool if you ask me."
"I guess when you put it that way." Punk agreed.
"And you should keep them in the same room." Dean told April. "At least at first. I mean they're growing together right now I'm sure they'd be comfortable together once they're out." He shrugged. "You two will be fine. No one knows what to do with kids until they have their own."
"Do you have secret kids that I don't know about?" Punk asked Dean who laughed.
"Nah, my sister has twins." Dean told them. "She looked like you both do now when she found out."
"How old are they?" April asked curiously.
"My nephews are four now." Dean told her and April smiled. "Best friends too, it's cute actually and I don't find anything cute."
"I wonder if they're both boys?" April asked Punk.
"We don't even know if one is a boy." Punk pointed out.
"Twin girls, man, you're never going to sleep again." Dean warned Punk amused. "They'll be dating at the same time and-" he stopped when he saw Punk's glare. "I'll shut up now."
"Thanks." Punk said annoyed.
"You're going to be a great father. You're great under pressure and you I know you'll be patient with twins since you've always been so patient with me and I know I'm not easy." April told him.
"That I have to agree with." Punk said to her. "You'll be great too. No one loves as much as you do." He told her and Dean smiled watching the two.
"I really-" April began then looked at Dean.
"I'll give you guys some time before I officially come on for duty. Maybe I'll stop by and see my sister and nephews. I'll be back in a couple of hours." Dean told them walking to the door.
"Thanks." Punk said to him as Dean walked out the door.
"We can do this." April told him. "We've survived gunshots and car accidents I think we can survive twins."
"Yea." Punk agreed. "And we'll have help."
"Oh, I'm sure your mother and my mother will be all over this. They'll probably stay with us to help." She said hopefully.
"I'm sure they will." Punk smirked.
"But who says will need them? Maybe Dean is right." She shrugged. "Maybe the doctor will put these kids in our arms and we'll just figure it out as we goes and we won't screw them up too much."
"I think that's exactly what will happen." Punk said to her. "We've been through hell and back, two kids should be easy in comparison."
"I feel like this news just heightens this game we have with Jam-" She began but Punk placed his finger over her lips.
"We're having two kids. The only thing you need to worry about is resting. Doctors orders." he told her.
"We should get some alone time in now because I think romance will be dead for a while after these two are born." She warned.
"You read my mind." he said jumping out of his seat and scooped her up bridal style. "Still light as a feather."
"Try this a month or two from now then tell me the same thing." She teased as he carried her up the spiral stairs.
"This might be the last night we're in this loft." He pointed out as he carefully placed her on the bed.
"That makes me sad. I love it here." She frowned.
"We couldn't fit one kid in here we'd never fit two." He teased as he tugged his shirt over his head.
"True." She agreed. "But still, we had good memories here."
"Oh, yea there was nothing like when you first moved in here and I couldn't sleep because I kept smelling you and looking at you." He said climbing over her carefully.
"You always talk about this smell." She laughed.
"Heavenly." Punk said nipping at her lips. "You'd run around here in just a towel."
"I did that to entice you on purpose." April grinned.
"It wasn't just physical." He admitted. "The way you'd scrunch your face up when you read something exciting in one of your books. Or the way you would get so embarrassed when you'd snort laugh."
"I hate when I do that." She sighed.
"I love it. It's one of my favorite things you do." Punk told her honestly. "You're going to be an incredible mother." he told her warmly and she smiled brightly.
"I can't wait to see it first hand."
"I love you." She said grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss...