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Separation Anxiety

Six months later...

"What a good boy." April cheered sitting on the nursery room floor as J.R attempted to crawl. She knew he was young but he was anxious to crawl and both babies were babbling a bit as well. She knew once she could get one baby to crawl, the other would copy. "Don't feel left out." She said looking at Mya who was laying on her stomach with her head up. "You can do it too."

"What's going on in here?" Punk asked walking into the nursery.

"Tummy time." She said not even looking up but keeping her eyes on J.R. "I think he's going to crawl soon."

"Yea? That's my boy." Punk smirked walking further into the room. "What's your deal? You feel left out?" he asked his daughter as he picked her up.

"Do you think she's scarred from her kidnapping?" April asked.

"Her kidnapping for less than a day six months ago? No." Punk said kissing his daughter's cheek.

"She just seems behind on things that J.R is doing." She frowned.

"She's just going at her own pace." Punk shrugged. "She'll copy what he does anyway."

"I hope so." April sighed. "You're home for lunch?"

"I took half a day." Punk told her.

"Tell me how the world outside is?" April teased.

"You're going to find out because we're going out." Punk grinned.

"No." She said shaking her head.

April had trouble leaving the house without the babies, or even with them. John and Dean chased Dean for a bit but they lost him and he had been in the wind for months. She was anxious of everyone and everything and it wasn't healthy.

"Ape, come on." Punk said to her. "Dean will be here with the kids and my mom will come by too."

"I'm not leaving them alone." She said shaking her head. "Not until James Sawyer is locked away in prison."

"Ape, he's out of the state. He was spotted in California two days ago." Punk told her.

"I don't understand how he's always 'spotted' but never captured." She said in disbelief.

"We can bring the babies with us." He suggested and April laughed. "I'm serious. I just want to get you out of the house."

"I do leave the house." She told him. "I got my hair done, I go shopping-"

"But that's only when I'm home with the babies. We need to do something together. We are married." He noted.

"I can never wash away that feeling of when James took Mya." She told him honestly. "I'm too anxious and I only trust you with them."

"But do you?" He asked teasingly.

"I know I'm like an obsessive new mom." She sighed sadly. "But I think I have extenuating circumstances."

"You do, babe." Punk agreed still holding Mya. "But you need some time, WE need some time. And they're sleeping in here tonight."

"By themselves?" She gasped horrified.

"Yes." He laughed. "We should have done at three months. They take their naps in here they can sleep over night in here."

"But what if James Sawyer breaks in?" She asked him.

"He's not." Punk told her. "If I thought there was a reason to be on high alert I would tell you to keep them in our room and never leave the house, I wouldn't leave you guys in the house but we're in the clear." he assured her. "They're too big for those bassinets in our room. They're going to roll out of them."

"You're right." She agreed sadly. "Dean can keep an eye on them in here too. I can't help feeling scared and I never used to be like that when it was just me."

"I know. And it's natural to be scared. We have two little lives we're responsible for now so it's not like when we first met." He added kneeling down and putting Mya back on the floor. "But we have to live our lives or we're doing a disservice to not only our marriage but our kids as well."

"Your mom would be here?" She asked and he nodded.

"I called her on my way over." Punk told her. "Dean will be here too."

"Dean is always here." She teased.

"You know what I mean." Punk said to her.

"They've been very clingy to me though. They're at that stage-" She began.

"They know their Grandma and Uncle Dean." Punk reminded her.

"Is this because we haven't had sex?" She asked.

"No it's not." He said quickly. "Ok, maybe a tad."

"I'm failing you as a wife." She frowned.

"It's a lot of things but the most important reason is that you need at least an hour away from baby duty. I know you love being a mom and you're an amazing one and hey, I love being a dad but that doesn't mean we stop our personal lives. We can have dinner and our beds to ourselves." he said to her.

"Alright." She said giving in. "We won't go far, right?"

"We'll go to Dante's it's your favorite steak place and it's around the corner." He told her.

"We'll be close!" She cheered.

"Yes! And I'll even take over in here so you can shower and do your hair." He told her.

"Alright." She said standing up with his help.

"Did they eat already?" He asked.

"No. So you don't want help feeding them before I jump in the shower?" She offered.

"No. I want to make our dinner reservation for 6." he told her.

"It's only 3." She frowned.

"I know and I don't know if that's enough time for you to shower." He teased.

"Ok so remember they each get a jar of the solid baby food but they probably won't eat the full the jar." She warned. "Bottle right after." She told him.

"Easy." He waved it off and she eyed him. "Seriously. I've got this."

"Ok." She said then walked out of the room.

"Alright." Punk said leaning over and picking J.R up first and Mya immediately began to cry.

Punk loved his children equally but him and Mya had a special bond. She was extremely attached to her father and hated when he gave J.R attention over her. He knew she was too young to understand what happened to her but he felt deep down the attachment came from rescuing her.

"I didn't forget you, Pea." He teased picking her up with his free arm. "You two are getting heavy." He noted walking out of the nursery.

Punk had both kids set up in their highchairs and bibs on. Punk pulled his chair in-between the two and rubbed his hands together before opening up a jar of baby food.

"Alright baby Brooks'." He said eyeing the jay. "Which one of you wants squash?" he asked and J.R babbled. "You are the winner of the squash. And that leaves you Pea, with- oh look at that- peas." He smirked at Mya.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked walking into the kitchen.

"Feeding my kids." Punk said smugly.

"I don't know." Dean said shaking his head. "April does it different."

"How?" Punk asked.

"I don't know. It's just different." Dean shrugged grabbing something the refrigerator.

"Ok, one spoon full for you." Punk said placing the spoon with squash into J.R's mouth. "This is so easy." he said aloud.

"It will get messy." Dean assured him.

"Please." Punk scoffed smugly. "And for my baby Pea." He grinned trying to give Mya the spoon filled with squashed peas. "Come on." he said but she wouldn't open her mouth.

"Make it like the spoon is an airplane." Dean suggested. "April does that."

"I can do that." Punk said waving the spoon around dramatically as if it was a flying plane and then tried to get her to eat it but she still wouldn't open her mouth. While he was doing that J.R began to cry since he wanted more food. "Oh, no it's ok, buddy." Punk said to him grabbing the other spoon and giving him more squash. "Look how good your brother is eating. It's yummy. Your turn." He said trying again to get her to eat the peas but she just began to cry.

"Yea, April definitely does it different." Dean nodded watching the mess unfold.

"You don't have to cry just because she is." Punk said J.R and tried to give him another spoonful but now he was too upset.

Both babies were crying and he was at a loss he looked back at Dean who just shrugged and that's when he heard the jar of baby food crash to the floor, causing the glass to break and squash to go all over.

"Oh, shit." Punk mumbled standing up. "How did this turn so fast?" he asked grabbing a dish cloth and dropping it over the mess on the floor.

"I'll clean it." Dean offered. "You get them to stop crying."

"How?" Punk asked more himself. "Do you want to try peas?" He asked J.R and tried to give him a spoonful but he was too upset. "I'll just give them a bottle." He said shaking his head.

As Punk prepared the bottle he heard another crash and this time it was Mya pushing the peas onto the floor as she sobbed in her chair. It was almost as if J.R and Mya were in competition of who could cry the loudest.

"Sheesh." Dean said over the crying babies.

"I know, I know, I got this." Punk said quickly making up two bottles. "It's alright guys, I've got this." he said to them but now their little faces were turning red from crying.

Punk ran over once the bottle were done and took Mya out of her highchair first and gave her the bottle which she was grateful for then got J.R in his other arm to give him the other bottle.

"Maybe they just don't like solid food." Punk shrugged.

"Nah, they like it. April never has a problem." Dean said as he cleaned up the jar Mya dropped.

"Don't tell April." Punk warned him and he laughed.

"I won't say a word." Dean said amused. "This was a piss poor attempt of feeding them alone though."

"Yea, I get it." Punk said sitting down carefully.

"They're going to get too big for that." Dean warned.

"Yea thanks for the biology lesson." Punk mocked. "But as of right now they're perfect size."

"How's John doing?" Dean asked.

"John flew to California to follow up on those leads about Sawyer and he keeps coming up empty handed." Punk told him as he kept his eyes on his kids. "You think he still wants her?" he asked quietly looking at Mya.

"I don't know." Dean admitted. "He's unpredictable."

"Corey was back at the office today." Punk told him.

"Yea? Good shit." Dean grinned. "Back on his feet after that stabbing."

"He was technically dead." Punk said still in shock from it. "I gave him tickets to the Cubs game tonight."

"Why didn't you go to the game?" Dean asked.

"Because April would have never agreed to go all the way into Chicago. I had a hard enough time convincing her to go around the block." Punk told him.

"Finally a night out." Dean smirked.

"You sure you'll be ok here with just my mom and the kids?" Punk asked.

"Sure." Dean said waving it off. "They fall asleep at like 7 anyway."

"Hopefully. They seem a little pissy today." Punk said annoyed eyeing his kids. "That's right, you two are pissy today. You're usually so good for me."

"What time is your mom getting here?" Dean asked.

"She should be here in about an hour." Punk told him and Dean just nodded.

"Cool." Dean said to him.

"You know, I appreciate you staying here." Punk told him. "You've been here now over a year and you don't have to be. If you want to take some time off, take it. Get back to your life."

"I don't have a life." Dean shrugged. "I like being here. This place is awesome and I don't have to pay rent."

"Still." Punk said to him. "Marshal's are willing to swap out."

"But do the other Marshal's know how Mya can't sleep without her pink doggy or that J.R find watching baseball on TV relaxing? I think not." Dean informed him.

"You're not a babysitter." Punk reminded him. "Except for tonight."

"I want to be here. I want to be here and protect those kids and your wife. I've known these kids their whole lives." Dean pointed out.

"Ape and I want you here. We just don't want you to feel forced to be here." Punk told him. "There is no one on this planet I trust with my family more than you."

"Well, you two are in luck because I want to be here." Dean told him. "I love your kids. I want to help protect them."

"Thank you." Punk said to him. "And they love their Uncle Dean too."

After Punk finished feeding them, he changed J.R and Mya who made that difficult as well. They were both squirming and wanted his attention completely. He finally had them in PJ's and bought them into the living room and laid them on their play mat and put on the first cartoon he saw on TV which seemed to occupy them.

"They ate?" April asked coming down the stairs.

"Yup and now they're chilling watching TV. Changed and ready for bed." He told her proudly.

"It's only 4." She laughed then inspected the babies.

"Relax, no need to look them over." Punk said to her.

"You're right, sorry." She told him. "What did they eat?"

"J.R had squash and my little Pea had peas." Punk told her smugly and April eyed him.

"Really? Because Mya hates peas." She noted.

"Does she now?" Punk asked innocently.

"They're J.R's favorite though." She told him.

"Never would have guessed." He said nervously. "It was a piece of cake."

"Right." April said suspiciously.

"You could have mentioned she didn't like peas." He said to her.

"I forgot. I thought you knew." She shrugged. "I'm going to get changed."

"One hour." he told her.

"One hour? You said reservations are at 6." She frowned.

"I want to a little alone time before we go in." He told her. "I've got them, they're hanging with dad."

"Ok, but maybe they shouldn't watch South Park." She suggested and he didn't even realize that was the cartoon that came on. "They like Trolls. It's in the DVD player."

"Got it." Punk said quickly putting the DVD on as April went up the stairs. "You two are making me look bad." He said looking at his kids who seemed to be enjoying each others company.

Punk heard the doorbell and kept his eyes on the kids as he approached the door and peeked real quick to make sure it was his mom.

"You got it?" Dean asked hurrying down the stairs as he opened the door.

"Yes. I can watch my kids and open the door." Punk mocked as his mother walked in.

"Hi baby." Karen said kissing Punk hello.

"Thanks for watching them tonight. They're all fed and stuff." Punk told her.

"Barely." Dean coughed.

"You didn't feed them enough?" Karen asked.

"They had bottles." Punk defended.

"What about solids? April has been giving them solids and they've been doing good with them." Karen practically scolded.

"They were fussy tonight." Punk shrugged.

"Yea, they look super fussy." Karen said looking at her content grandchildren on the play mat.

"They were!" Punk defended. "Tell her!" Punk said to Dean.

"I don't know, they were fine until Punk screwed up their dinner." Dean shrugged.

"Fuck off." Punk huffed then walked into the living room.

"I have lasagna here for you and April. I'll put in the freezer." Karen said holding up a bag. "I also bought you sushi." she told Dean.

"You know me so well." Dean grinned. "And I'm starving." he said following her into the kitchen and Punk eyed them for a moment but when he heard J.R suddenly cry he raced into the living room.

"Oh, no, no, no sweet Pea." He said to Mya as he pried her little hand off of J.R's ankle which was causing him to cry. "We do nice with the brother." He told her as he picked up J.R and tried to sooth him. "She's going to pick on you for the rest of your life." Punk whispered to his son. "I'll teach you how to repeal it though."

When Mya saw Punk holding J.R she began to cry. She wanted J.R on the floor with her she wanted to be up in Punk's arms.

"Come on now." he said looking at Mya. "There's no reason to cry."

Now he had two crying kids.

"What happened?" Karen asked glaring at Punk.

"Why do you and April give me that look? I'm doing the best I can." He defended as Karen picked up Mya.

"Sometimes you have to just let them cry it out." Karen told him. "But since you picked up J.R you have to do the same for Mya."

"Mya was beating up J.R, I had to save him." Punk defended.

"They're just babies." Karen told him as she soothed Mya. "Right, baby?" she smiled at her granddaughter.

"If Mya is like her mom, she's going to bully J.R." Punk warned.

"Are you trying to imply that I'm a bully?" April asked walking into the living with a black cocktail dress on.

"No." He laughed fearfully. "A little."

"I'm not a bully, I'm bossy." She informed him. "There's a big difference." she pushed up on her toes and kissed J.R's cheek and his crying stopped. "A kiss from mommy makes it all better." She grinned.

"Don't turn him into a mama's boy." Punk warned her.

"He already is." She said proudly taking him from Punk. "Aren't you?" She asked her son as she bounced him on her hip. "They're going to sleep in their nursery tonight." April told Karen.

"Wonderful." Karen smiled. "It's about time."

"That's what I've been saying." Punk mocked.

"April has understandable fears." Karen scolded him. "Her daughter was kidnapped right in front of her."

"Yea." April added shooting Punk a look.

"I meant it's about time that April starts feeling better." Karen told Punk.

"Well, I really don't." April admitted to her mother-in-law. "But Phil says I have to."

"You shouldn't do it if you're not ready." Karen insisted.

"Ape, you need shoes. And bring the monitor from the nursery down here so my mom can watch them on that. I was charging it." Punk told her.

"Alright." She said walking out of the room with J.R on her hip.

"Stop that." Punk told his mother.

"What?" Karen asked innocently.

"These kids needs to be in their own cribs and April needs to get out a separate herself a bit." Punk told her. "She's living in constant fear. These kids will be sleeping in our bed until they're 18 if we don't nip this in the bud now. Let me handle my wife and children." He told her.

"Wow. Alright." Karen said slightly taken aback. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just don't butt in." Punk said simply. "It's not healthy. She lives and breathes these kids and yea she's their mother and she's an amazing one. I don't know how she does it." he explained to his mother as April secretly listened by the door. "But she needs to take sometime for herself. Sometime for us. She's killing herself and she doesn't have to. James Sawyer is nowhere near Chicago and I know that for a fact. She can breathe a little easier"

"Alright, alright." Karen agreed.

"Here you go." April said passing Karen the monitor. "Are you ready?" She asked Punk as she put J.R back on his play mat.

"Uh, yea." He said.

"I don't want to say goodbye to them because they'll cry." April told Karen who smiled and nodded. "Call if you need anything we won't be far."

"Just have fun." Karen smiled.

"Thank you." Punk said to her.

"You're welcome." Karen told him.

"You can stay the night too. I don't want you driving home after dark." Punk told her.

"I'm the parent, not you." Karen reminded him.

"I'm the Marshal son." Punk smirked. "We'll be two hours max."

"It's fine." Karen said waving them out.

Punk and April were still the garage an hour later. April was panting on top of Punk in the backseat gasping for air.

"It has been way too long." April moaned kissing the side of his face.

April pulled Punk into the backseat before they could do anything and they reconnected the only way parents of newborn twins could- by hiding in their backseat in their closed garage.

"We steamed the window." Punk smirked kissing her throat.

"Let's not go that long again." She said nipping at his lips now.

"It's fine. I didn't ask you out tonight for this." He told her and she eyed him. "Ok, partly for this, but I thought we'd make it the motel around the corner." he teased.

"This was better." She grinned wrapping her arms around his neck loosely.

"I love our kids to death but I needed a dinner without crying or smelly diapers." he told her.

"I know what you mean. I've been a tad obsessive. I'm going to take more time out for me and for you." She promised.

"Good." he smiled.

April looked into his green eyes and she smiled.

"We've been together almost two years now." She pointed out.

"And we've done more in those two years than most couples do in their lifetimes." Punk smirked.

"Do you think you can take off this weekend?" She asked. "Maybe we can take the kids to the park."

"Such a public setting?" Punk teased and she nodded.

"And then I'll make us a special private dinner." She suggested. "We'll send Dean for the evening."

"I like the sound of that." he said to her. "I love you so much, all I've wanted was to see you smile again."

"I smile a lot." She pointed out. "I would have gone crazy if I didn't have you." She informed him. "I owe you my sanity."

"You can thank me by having dinner with me now." He said to her and she climbed off of his lap.

"Why did you use a condom?" April asked curiously as he pulled it off of himself.

"Are you back on your pill?" He asked.

"Yes." She said and he nodded as he threw it in the little garbage he had in the backseat.

"I didn't think you were. And there's no better reminder to have safe sex then trying to feed those little monsters at the same time." He said seriously and she let out a loud laugh.

"They are not monsters!" She said crawling into the front seat.

"I love them, but they're monsters." He said getting out of the backseat and when he did the garage door opened and Dean appeared. "This looks bad." Punk smiled nervously.

"You do realize there's cameras in here, right?" Dean asked him and April 's face turned a bright shade of red. "Camera's aren't good enough to see inside of the car, but they're out here. Just so you know for future reference." he winked then walked back inside.

"Oh my god." April gasped as Punk got into the front seat. "That's humiliating."

"He didn't see anything." Punk said as April adjusted her dress. "It is a little annoying we can't have privacy in our own home."

"Let's just go eat. I worked up an appetite." She said turning the radio on.

Punk and April enjoyed their candlelit dinner. They called to check in on Karen a few times and since the kids were sound asleep they agreed to stay for dessert. April was surprised how at ease she was being there and she now realized how badly she needed a night with just her husband. They bought home leftovers and walked in the front door but Punk was tense the minute he heard a crashing sound in the kitchen.

"The babies!" April hissed running up the stairs as Punk reached for his gun. April was running back down the stairs less than a minute later. "They're sleeping but your mom and Dean are gone." She whispered.

"Go upstairs and stay with the kids." He ordered her.

"What if you need me?" She asked. "I'll stand behind you." She insisted.

"Upstairs now!" He whispered harshly pointing. "Lock the nursery room door and don't come down until I tell you to."

"Fine." She said running back up the stairs.

Punk quietly approached the kitchen and the lights were on and he nearly fainted when he saw his mother and Dean going at it on his kitchen counter. They weren't just kissing- they were having sex and Punk was horrified. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shoot Dean or himself.

He was never going to be able to bleach the memory of walking in on his mother having sex from his brain. He backed away and then ran up the stairs himself and knocked frantically on the nursery room door.

"Babe! Let me in!" he pleaded quietly and April opened the door.

"Who-" She began.

"Dean and my mom." He forced out.

"What about them? Are they hurt?" She asked fearfully.

"Ape." He said looking at her hoping she would be able to figure it out by reading his eyes.

"What is it Phil?" She demanded. "Are they hurt!"

"They were..." he trailed off.

"Oh my god." April gasped. "They're dead-?"

"No!" Punk said shaking his head. "They were...what we were doing in the car..." He trailed off feeling bile from his stomach begin to rise.

"What we were doing?" She asked then placed her hands over her mouth. "Having sex?" She barely whispered and he nodded.

"On our counter." He whispered and April's face dropped in absolute horror.

"Mom and Dean?" She asked stunned and Punk again nodded.

"Oh my god." April repeated. "Ew!"

"I know!" he whispered as loudly as possible not to wake the babies.

"We called and said we'd be late but we weren't that late." April told him. "Our kitchen? Do you think they'll clean the counter when they're done?"

"Jesus, Ape." Punk groaned running his hand over his face. "My mom is so old!"

"Your mom is hot." April had to point out to him and he cringed. "She is!" She insisted. "She looks my age."

"Let's not go nuts." Punk laughed.

"Maybe Dean has a thing for older women." April shrugged.

"My mother." Punk repeated to her. "My mother!"

"I know, I know but remember that Dean is our family." She pointed out. "And we love him and your mom."

"Not together." Punk said to her. "What are they thinking?"

"They're two consenting adults." she reminded him. "What are we going to do? Do we tell them we saw them?"

"I don't know." Punk said disgusted.

"I don't want to hide in the nursery all night." She said to him. "I was looking forward to going another round tonight in our own bed for change." She smiled leaning into him but he gently pushed her away.

"My mood has been killed." he said disgusted and walked out of the room.

"Seriously?" April asked sadly then walked over to kiss the twins goodnight.

April woke up at 3 in the morning to use the bathroom. She had to admit, having the babies in their room wasn't the worst thing. She was surprisingly relaxed. When she walked out of the bathroom she noticed Punk wasn't in the bed. She frowned and walked out of their bedroom and headed across the hall and she had to laugh, Punk was curled up in the lounge chair sleeping with a blanket over him. Who would have thunk it? HE was the one who had anxiety leaving the twins alone on their first night.

April peered over him and poked his cheek and his eyes fluttered opened. He groaned because he knew he would never hear the end of this.

"What are you doing?" She asked amused in a whisper.

"I was just...Mya was waking up." He lied.

"Really? I didn't hear her over the monitor." April smirked.

"I sensed it. J.R too." Punk defended quietly. "They needed me in here on their first night."

"Right." She smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Did you talk to Dean or your mom?" She asked and he glared at her.

"No and I'm not talking to either of them ever again." Punk informed her stiffly. "They're sleeping. Preferably in different rooms."

"Don't be silly." She said to him.

"Hey, I'm trying to sleep here, I don't need this kind of negativity giving me a nightmare." He scolded and pulled his blanket up and closed his eyes.

"You're staying in here?" She asked.

"I am." He said keeping his eyes closed.

"So I get the big king sized bed all to myself for the first time...ever?" She asked herself with a gleeful smile then hurried out of the room and jumped into the lavish bed.