I Can't See You, But I Know You're There

The next morning April was downstairs with Mya on her hip as she prepared coffee while Punk got J.R ready for the day. She saw Dean in the kitchen reading the paper and eyed him.

"Hey." Dean nodded and April just smiled. "What?" He asked, already sensing something was off.

"I was just going to ask how last night was." April shrugged innocently.

"It was fine. Babies went down at seven. How was having them in their own room?" Dean asked.

"Better than I thought, Punk wussed out and slept in the nursery though. Snuck in after I fell asleep." She smirked.

"Whipped." Dean laughed.

"Karen up yet?" April asked in an innocent voice.

"Yea, she left already. She had to get to work." Dean told her.

"You saw her before she left?" April asked and Dean slowly turned his head to look at April and could tell by the knowing smirk on her face she knew.

"Oh, fuck." Dean groaned throwing his spoon down into his cereal bowl.

"We saw you!" April informed him.

"In the shower?" Dean asked and her face dropped.

"No. In the kitchen." She shivered. "You do it in the shower too?"

"Did you tell Punk?" Dean asked.

"I'm sorry, when I said WE saw I meant Phil saw. I didn't see a thing." She smirked and Dean's face fell.

"I can explain this." Dean said standing up.

"Hey, you don't owe me an explanation." April insisted. "But I am curious as to how long it's been going on."

"The night Mya was kidnapped." Dean confided and April's mouth dropped in shock. "It was when you guys were with her in the NICU and your parents and Dan wanted to stay at the hospital. I took Karen back here to check on the nursery and whatnot and it just happened. We were both very emotional."

"Six months!" April yelled.

"Shhh." Dean hissed looking around to make sure Punk wasn't around. "How pissed is he?"

"I don't know." She admitted. "He's definitely disgusted. So disgusted that my romantic night got cut short." She told him.

"He was so mad that he wouldn't have sex with you? Woah." He said to himself. "He's super pissed. I have to go to the office." Dean said grabbing his bowl and putting in the sink.

"You are at work." April pointed out.

"The office and check in on John." Dean said. "I'll be a few hours."

"You are going to come back, right?" April asked warily.

"Of course. I'm assigned to protect you and your children. I just don't know who's assigned to protect me." He mumbled.

"I won't let him hurt you." April laughed.

"You're laughing like its funny but sleeping with your friends mother is the second to worst thing you could do." Dean told her seriously.

"What's the worst thing?" She asked.

"Sleeping with your friends wife." Dean said to her. "I'm out of here." He said grabbing his keys and racing out the door.

"Was that Dean just leaving?" Punk asked walking into the kitchen with J.R.

"He had to run to the office." April shrugged.

"He must know I know." Punk said glaring at the window and watching him drive off.

"Want to try feeding them again?" April asked.

"Alone?" He asked horrified at the thought.

"No." She laughed. "I actually want them to eat solids." She said putting Mya in her highchair. "We're trying to ween them off a bottle at some point." she smirked.

"Alright." Punk said putting J.R in his highchair next to his sister and Punk grinned when he saw them looking at each other. "You found your sister?" he asked J.R laughing as he watched his children interact. "Woah." Punk said as April walked offer with sliced bananas. "They're babies they need that baby puree crap."

"They're eating table food too." April smirked sitting down in front of them.

"What?" He asked. "Is that safe?"

"Some parents don't think so, their doctor says it is. If the baby looks interested in something you eat let them take a bite or nibble as long as it's healthy." She informed him.

"Babe, I don't know about this." He said to her.

"Phil, we've been doing this for three weeks every morning." She told him. "They're going to be seven months."

"Right." He said nervously and saw J.R grab a banana slice and put it to his mouth. "What about Mya? She like them?"

"She does. She copies J.R." April smirked. "Just watch."
Punk watched as Mya eyed her brother nibbling on the banana slice then grabbed a piece for herself. Punk heard J.R make a noise and his heart dropped.

"He's choking!" Punk yelled about to reach for him.

"He's gagging. It's normal." She assured him holding her arm up so Punk wouldn't grab him and sure enough J.R was fine.

"How do I not know any of this?" He asked her.

"You work in the mornings." She shrugged. "Ah! Good girl!" April cheered clapping her hands together as Mya finished her piece off. "You can get their bottles ready though."

"It's still formula right? Or are they drinking the hard stuff now like Whiskey?" He asked annoyed.

"Formula will do. They didn't like the Whiskey." She teased. "They're really doing so good. Not just with eating but physically too. I know they're going to start crawling soon."

"I want to be here for it." He said firmly.

"I can't promise that." She said as she watched the babies nibble.

"I'm missing too much already. I don't even know how to feed them." He said annoyed. "I'm staying home today. It's Friday, I'll take a three day weekend. They're bound to crawl one of these days."

"Maybe." She shrugged. "But I won't complain having you home today."

"Good." he said with a smile.

"Because today is Friday and daddy doesn't know what we do today." She said to the babies and Punk eyed her as he prepared the bottles. "We have a busy, busy day!"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We go to gymboree at 12." She told him and Punk nodded. "Dean usually takes us and helps. I think the other moms thinks he's their father."

"Just explain to them how he's their grandfather." Punk said seriously and April laughed.

"Then what do we do after gymboree?" April asked the babies in a baby voice, a voice they enjoyed because they were smiling. "We have bath time! And you love baths." She said poking Mya's cheek cutely. "And you hate it." She said poking J.R's cheek. "And mommy always ends up getting splashed, yes she does." she said in a baby voice.

"Gymboree and bath time- easy." Punk said brushing it off.

"Then we clip your nails." She told the babies and now Punk arched a brow. "After that we feed you again and then we try to get you to nap but you two don't like naps." She told them. "Then while you're either sleeping or crying because you have to sleep, mommy vacuums, cleans up your play room- formerly known as our living room-, we mop the kitchen floor and then you'll be up from your nap and then I put you back in the living room so I can cook in the kitchen I just cleaned while watching you closely so I can be a first hand witness to you messing up the living room, after that we eat and you get a little TV time while mommy cleans the bathrooms then it's bedtime!"

"God damn." he said to her. "That's everyday?"

"No, that's Friday. I clean different rooms on different days." She told him.

"That sounds like an awful lot." Punk had to admit. "Doesn't Dean help?"

"Dean is a security Marshal, not a house keeper or babysitter." She reminded him.

"We can hire a cleaning person." Punk reasoned.

"Absolutely not." She said firmly. "I will not have some stranger in my home and around my babies given our security issues."

"But-" he began.

"Phil, I've never complained about what I do here." She pointed out.

"No but you have mentioned how you don't have time to write." He noted. "I want you to do what makes you happy."

"Raising my babies make me happy." She smiled happily at them. "We have so much fun together! Next daddy is going to suggest daycare for you or a Nanny."

"I mean-" he began and April shot him a death glare.

"Forget it." He said quickly. "Bottles are ready."

A couple of hours later Dean poked his head in the front door and looked around. When he didn't see Punk he hurried inside.

"There you are." Punk said coming down the stairs. He had wet spots all over his shirt which meant he was giving the babies a bath.

"Hey, man." Dean greeted nervously. "Nothing on Sawyer yet but John met with some people. Sawyer is buying weapons."

"What kind of weapons?" Punk asked seriously.

"Guns, knives, mace, tazers- you name it." Dean told him.

"It's like he's preparing for war." Punk noted grabbing a towel and drying his hands. "You were just at the office?"

"Yea, I took Corey to lunch." Dean said to him.

"You take my mother too?" Punk asked.

"Look-" Dean began.

"I don't want to know about it." Punk warned him. "I don't want to see it. I don't want to walk in on it in my kitchen. She's my mother, man." he said disgusted.

"She's wonderful." Dean said to him and Punk glared at him. "I didn't mean that sexually!" He quickly covered and now Punk narrowed his eyes at him. "Not that she's not good at that because she is-"

"What the fuck did I just say?" Punk asked. "And when I'm not here you're supposed to be watching my family. I walked right in last night without you or my mom noticing because you were too busy with her." Punk argued. "If you want time alone just fucking tell me and you can have it. I told you this yesterday! Don't fuck around when it comes to my kid's safety."

"I'm sorry." Dean said shaking his head. "You're right."

"And I can't believe I'm going to say this but if you hurt my mom I'm going to fucking hurt you." He threatened.

"It's not serious." Dean assured him.

"I don't want details." Punk said disgusted again. "I just want you to keep your eyes on my family- not my mother- and what you do on your personal time is your fucking business."

"Understood." Dean agreed.

"And my kids aren't calling you Grandpa." Punk warned and Dean glared at him.

"Come on." Dean said annoyed.

"You're the one dating their Grandmother." Punk defended.

"We're not dating." Dean clarified. "We're-" he stopped himself there though. "We're not doing anything, don't worry about it." he smiled.

"Good." Punk said. "And I hope you cleaned my kitchen counter."

"I did." Dean said to him.

"So, what the fuck is Sawyer planning?" Punk asked.

"I don't know." Dean admitted. "He might be arming up. His dad's people know he's a wanted man. They're going to want to take him out before he gets arrested in fear he'll spill some family secrets."

"James Sawyer isn't afraid of shit." Punk said shaking his head. "Why did he go all the way to California for weapons?" Punk asked.

"I don't know. He might have had connections down there." Dean shrugged.

"Something is off." Punk said shaking his head. "I'm actually scared that that psychopath has that kind of weaponry."

"What do you think? You've been around him the most." Dean reasoned.

"We didn't exactly bond when we spoke." Punk said to him. "He wanted Mya and he shot me in the head without even flinching. No fear, no sympathy, only regret when his gun jammed."

"You think he's going to come back for her?" Dean asked.

"He's coming back for sure at some point. And he's loaded with weapons so he's going to take us all out." Punk said to Dean who nodded in agreement. "It's going to be the final showdown. Someone is leaving in a body bag next time we have a face to face."

"The guy is fearless when it comes to you." Dean pointed out. "I don't get his Mya obsession."

"He knew Ape would never stay with him. He'd have to kill her and all of this time waiting and watching would be for nothing. But Mya – who is Ape's twin- is still young enough to not know who he is. He's lonely and he thought Mya was going to keep him company. He'd be able lure victims with her too." He told Dean.

"Baby bait." Dean agreed. "Fucking sick mother fucker."

"If he comes into my house shoot him." Punk ordered. "I don't care if you don't see a weapon- shoot him dead."

"I know how to handle it." Dean assured him.

"You love Mya, don't you?" Punk asked.

"Of course I do. He'd have to shoot ME in the head to get out of here with her." Dean told him. "But we're jumping the gun here a bit, he's still far away and if he comes back into the City it's going to be a matter of time before police find him and arrest him."

"Yea." Punk agreed.

"Oh, Phil." April's voice rang our and he cringed. There was nowhere to hide. He had it with chores now and he was tired.

"Hide me." Punk begged Dean.

"You wanted to spend the day with us." April said walking into the kitchen with both children, one on each hip. "They're not light." She said to him.

"Here, give me one." Dean said taking Mya from her arms.

"Here." She said passing Punk J.R.

"What's next?" Punk asked.

"You were right about me taking some time for myself. Since you bailed halfway through the bath and I had to finish it and I had to dry and dress them then clean the bathroom you and Dean can watch the babies while I take a nap." She told him with a smile. "And start dinner."

"How am I going to start dinner when I have to watch them?" Punk asked confused.

"I do it." April shrugged. "Thank you, baby." She said kissed Punk's cheek and skipped up the stairs.

"I had some stuff-" Dean began.

"Don't you fucking dare." Punk warned him and Dean groaned. "You owe me this much. So what do you want to do? Watch them or start dinner?"

"I'll watch them." Dean said and Punk passed him J.R.

As soon as Dean began to walk away Mya began to cry. She saw her daddy and wanted to be with him.

"Bring Pea back!" Punk yelled. "I can balance her and cook." Punk said seeing his daughter's sad face and breaking.

"Alright." Dean said walking over and Punk took Mya from him.

"Sorry, Pea." He said kissing her cheek. "You can help me cook."

"J.R and I are going to watch the Cubs game." Dean grinned.

"I forgot that was on." Punk groaned and Dean just shrugged and walked into the living room. "What do we want for dinner?" He asked Mya.

Punk realized when he tried to reach for a pot that holding Mya and cooking wasn't going to possible.

"Alright, Pea you sit right here." he said putting her in her highchair but the minute he did she began to cry. "Mya." He almost cried himself walking over to him. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Huh?" he asked leaning over the highchair and she wasn't crying but she was about ready to start up again. "I know you want to hang out with daddy but he really needs to prove he can finish one task mommy left for him." he told her.

Punk eyed his sad daughter and his heart broke. He was thinking about how James Sawyer was out there lurking and possibly coming for her. It terrified him like nothing else, he wondered if she sensed his fear? Did babies have like a sixth sense when it came to things like this? He couldn't bear to see her sad face and picked her up and kissed her cheek which made her smile instantly.

"I'm going to protect you for forever and ever and ever." he promised her. "You don't need to be scared." He promised his small daughter. "And it's not this hectic all of the time. Even though your mom and I haven't been together during a time where it wasn't hectic." He muttered. "It's coming to an end, I promise you." he told her. "I'm not going to let you suffer like your mom has. You or J.R."

Punk eyed his daughter who had no idea what he was saying but she seemed content just hearing him talk to her. He opened the freezer looking for something to cook then grinned when he saw his mother's lasagna she bought over the night before.

"Dinner is cooked." He said using his free hand to pull it out of the freezer. "While this defrosts, do you want to watch the Cubs with your brother? Huh?" he asked bouncing her a bit as he carried her out of the kitchen.

April came downstairs from her nap and saw Punk sleeping in his chair and Dean sleeping on the couch. She narrowed her eyes at them and spotted her twins on the floor, clearly crawling or dragging themselves across the room.

"After all of this he missed you crawling." April said shaking her head in disbelief. "What's that? Oh you're playing with daddy's cellphone." she smirked reaching for the item J.R was clutching in his tiny fist. "And you missy, the remote is not a chew toy." She said pulling the remote from her. "And he didn't even cook dinner." She said annoyed. "Or feed you guys dinner I presume." she said eyeing the small babies who both looked ready to be picked up by mom.

April reached down and scooped them up in her arms and walked into the kitchen. Punk opened his eyes a few minutes later and saw the Cubs game was over.

"Oh, man." Punk groaned realizing he missed the game. He peered over and saw Dean passed out cold on the couch. "Oh, fuck I have to feed the babies." he said jumping up but the twins weren't on the play mat he left them on. "Dean! Did you bring the babies upstairs?" Punk asked frantically and Dean shot up.

"No. They were right there." He pointed at the mat as he stood up.

Punk ran to the stairs to check when he heard his babies babbling in the kitchen and saw they were in their highchairs.

"I can explain." Punk said entering the kitchen but April glared at him.

"They crawled across the room and we missed it." She told him.

"They did?" he frowned.

"We have to put a gate up downstairs so they don't wander too far." She told him. "Right now it's crawling next it will be walking."

"I have dinner almost ready." He told her proudly and she eyed him.

"Your mom's frozen lasagna isn't you cooking dinner." she remarked.

"You love my mom's lasagna." He said turning on the oven.

"They're going to be tired tonight since we skipped their naps." She noted.

"Good." Punk said to her. "I want private time with you tonight."

"Or are you going to sneak into their room and sleep in the chair again?" She teased.

"No. I'll be good tonight I promise." Punk told her.

"We'll see about that." she remarked as she fed the babies.

New Mexico...

"An entire family? Your dad always told me you were crazy but this is a bit much." A tall, thin male with long hair and hat on said looking at the picture of AJ, Punk, Mya and J.R.

"No. Not the entire family. The girl baby, her name is April." James Sawyer said pointing at her. "Leave her be. She's mine."

"You have a kid?" The man asked in disbelief.

"She's not my child. She's just my friend." James told him and the man eyed him.

"I'm not killing the other kid." The man told him. "And I'm not going to pass the girl off to you to be hurt. I don't hurt kids, especially kids who look like they're barely a month old."

"They're twins. They're six months and 21 days old." James remarked as if this strange hit man should have known that. "This is their house." he said passing him the photo.

"Does the husband work?" He asked.

"He does but there's a family friend living in the house too. You're going to have to take the adults out because they all carry weapons." James warned.

"This isn't my first rodeo, kid." The man scoffed. "The wife is a looker." he said looking at April's picture. "Pity."

"She's a fucking tease anyway." James spat. "She can't be trusted."

"Right." The man laughed a bit. "So what's the deal? Bad breakup?"

"I just want the girl back." James told him.

"I already told you I'm not passing her off to you be hurt." The man warned.

"I have a connection to her. I can't describe it." James told him and the man pulled his gun out.

"Are you some kind of fucking pervert?" The man demanded to know.

"No!" James defended shaking his head. "She's going to be my friend and protege. I held her when she was first born and she looked up at me and wanted me to take her."

"Where does the husband work?" The man asked.

"What does it matter?" James asked back. "They're expecting me, they'll never see you coming." the man was slightly older too. He wouldn't come across as threatening that was for sure. "You have half the money now and you'll get the rest when I get the girl."

"April is her name, right?" The man asked pointing at Mya and James smiled.

"That's right." James said to him.

"Does your daddy know what you're up to?" The man asked him.

"My dad isn't around. He abandoned me." James told him angrily. "I have a new family now." he said looking at Mya's photo.

Later that night after dinner Punk and April were on the couch, she was holding J.R and Punk was holding Mya. Punk smirked at the fact that both babies and April fell asleep at the start of the Trolls movie. Punk didn't dare move. He didn't want to disturb any of them. The day was chaotic and he didn't really pitch in like he thought he would but this time was something he wouldn't trade for the world. He'd wait at least half an hour before getting the babies into their cribs then April into bed herself...