What Went On
"Which part goes next?" Dean asked, sitting on the floor in his unborn daughter's nursery with his brother, trying to assemble some furniture.
"This." Punk said, extending a piece over to him, "Read the instructions. They help." Punk nodded as Dean just grumbled.
"I don't do instructions." Dean said, "They should build it for you, considering how expensive it was." He shook his head.
"Kids are expensive." Punk nodded, "Where is CJ? I thought he was staying with you for a few nights?" He asked.
"He is. He's at his soccer training. Little guy is really good." Dean nodded with a smile, "Paige was working a lot of night shifts so I said I didn't mind taking him for a few nights." He shrugged, "She thinks that I'll want to take him less because of the baby coming."
"She said that?" Punk asked.
"Well, she said it discretely. She just said that it's ok if I don't have time but… I will have time. He's my son. I'd have him with me every day if I could." He admitted truthfully, "I think she's dating someone." Dean said as Punk nodded.
"What makes you think that?" Punk asked, sorting out the screws into their correct piles.
"CJ said there's a guy that always comes around to the house now." Dean shrugged, "And there's a couple of times I've picked CJ up and she's looked ready for a red carpet event." He shook his head.
"Are you annoyed she's dating?" Punk made a face and laughed a little.
"No, of course not. Makes no difference to my life. I just think it must be so hard for CJ. It's like he's got two sets of parents, two families." He sighed.
"Hey, it's not your fault. Tons of families aren't together, and you and Paige still make it work. You both put CJ first and what he needs, and that's a good thing." Punk nodded, "Where did you say Anna was again?" Punk asked him.
"Out with some work friends." Dean said.
"Does she know you're as stressed as you are?" Punk asked him.
"Yeah. We talk about it. She's stressed too." Dean said, "I don't know, I think it's just surreal that it's happening. After two miscarriages, it's like I'm preparing for something to go wrong."
"You can't think that way, though." Punk said, "You know the baby is healthy." He nodded.
"I know that, but it's just on my mind that's all." Dean said, "Where is the mob boss and Keal at?" He asked him.
"They're both with AJ. She got a mistrial on her case so she's got a few days off now. She was taking them out for the day. We had a little incident with Keala last night."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, trying his best to concentrate on screwing the parts up.
"Well, I walk in the door from work and she's crying her eyes out. And Keala ain't a crier. She's like AJ. If she's upset she'll get angry." Punk said, "But she was in tears. Apparently, some kids at school told her that I was gonna die." He shook his head as Dean screwed his face up, "Me and AJ just assumed that other kids overheard their parents talking about me on death row. So I had to look at her little face, and she was fucking devastated. She legitimately thought I was gonna die." He shook his head.
"Man, how does she even know what death is?" Dean said.
"She's seven." Punk shrugged, "I was fucking mad. Like… it's been eight years. Why aren't we getting any peace from that shit? Why are people still talking about it?"
"Well… it's not a thing you hear about every day, is it? A guy getting released from death row." Dean said.
"But it's affecting my kid at school now." Punk said.
"Well that's on the shitty parents and the shitty kids who listen to their parents." Dean said, "Keala will forget they exist. You know she will."
"I know but it sucks." Punk shook his head, looking over to the crib and making a face, "Dean that part is upside down." Punk said as Dean shuffled back a little and looked at it, "Please can I be there when you change your first diaper?" He smirked as Dean just scoffed.
"Uh, I've changed Keala's and Frankie's diapers so… I'll be fine." Dean said.
"Yeah, with how much of Anna's help?" Punk laughed a little, "There's always tutorials you can watch."
"Shut up." Dean shook his head as Punk smiled, "When are we meeting dad's girlfriend properly? I feel like he's waiting on us asking him but… I'm waiting on him asking me."
"I don't know he can decide." Punk waved his hand, "I don't even know if it'll last. If he couldn't make it work with mom, who he apparently loved more than anything, how is he gonna make it with some rehab buddy?" Punk shrugged.
"Don't kick the wind out of his sails." Dean said, "He was an addict with problems when he was with mom. He's clean now, starting to get shit together. We should be happy for him." He said.
"I am." Punk defended as Dean just made a face, "What?"
"You don't seem like you are." Dean said, trying to fix the crib.
"I am I just… I don't know how legit he's being." Punk said.
"If he says he likes her then we believe him. If it all goes to shit then that's his deal." Dean nodded, "Pass me that screw please." He pointed as Punk sank into a crossed leg position and threw him over the screw.
"Brooks." A prison guard knocked on Punk's cell door as he sat up from laying on his uncomfortable bed, looking on as the door opened with a guard standing with cuffs ready, "You got a visit."
"I do?" Punk made a face. He'd only been in prison a few days. He hadn't heard yet if he was getting the death penalty as he hadn't been out to court, but from his useless lawyer, he knew it looked likely.
"Yeah." The guard said, putting the cuffs around Punk, "This way." He said, leading Punk out as Punk just followed closely. The past few days had been the worst. Trying to process everything going on. The fact he was being considered for the death penalty. It still hadn't sunk in at all.
"Wait… where are we going?" Punk wondered after passing the visitation room.
"Just along here." The guard said quietly as Punk just shook his head.
"But you said I had a visit." Punk said, his wrists and ankles both cuffed as he walked along the narrow corridor.
"Yeah, you do." The guard nodded, "In here." He said, opening up a small door around the corner of the corridor as Punk looked in on it, noticing four or five other prison guards and shaking his head. He was no fool. He knew what was going on.
"C'mon, man." Punk shook his head, "I… I don't want no trouble." He said, feeling the guard push him into the room. Even if he wasn't cuffed, there was no way he was winning a fight with five large prison guards.
"We don't care what you want." One of them said, "What'd you do to those girls? Huh? You sick bastard." He spat.
"I didn't do anything. I didn't touch them." Punk said. It was the most frustrating thing ever. It was like no one believed him. No one but his brother.
"They were just kids. Had their whole lives ahead of them. And you murdered them. I'm sure you did other things to them too." One of them said, surrounding him as he stood in the middle, trying to keep his eyes on them all as Punk just shook his head.
"I didn't." He shook his head, he didn't know what else he was really supposed to say.
"Only a guilty man would say that." The guard said, "You might not be in gen pop with the other cons, who let's face it, would kill you, but you're here in seg. And we can be just as shitty." He spat as Punk looked at them, just waiting for the first punch, feeling a kick to his crotch, almost taking the oxygen completely away from him as he felt punch after punch and kick after kick.
"How'd the mommy day out go?" Punk asked after coming home later that night from Dean's where AJ was crashed on the couch after putting the kids to bed.
"I am… exhausted." AJ shook her head, "But I actually had fun with my little monsters." She nodded as Punk smiled and sat down beside her as she immediately gave him a hug and smiled to herself, "Mmm." She said dreamily, he was the best cushion ever.
"Hi." Punk laughed a little with a smile, kissing her head as she smiled, "Did they behave?" Punk asked her.
"Yeah, well Keala did. Frankie got a little grumpy, I think he was just hungry." She said, "How did it go with Dean? Did you get the nursery on the go?" She asked him, sitting back a little and looking up at him.
"Yeah, we got most of the stuff built, and we talked." Punk nodded, "He's just nervous like any normal parent. Think how nervous we were having Keala." He said as AJ nodded.
"It kind of all disappeared when she was here though. I keep telling Dean that." Punk said.
"He'll be fine." She smiled.
"He also told me to stop being so dull on dad. I guess maybe I've not been taking it very seriously." Punk shrugged as AJ just looked up at him, "It's just hard to believe that he's actually interested in something. He claims to have… loved my mom like no one else but… he just threw the whole thing away with her. Including me and Dean."
"He was an addict back then. That's what happens. They lose their families. They lose themselves." AJ said, "He's got the help now and he's… well it's like he's moving on, and we should be happy about that. It doesn't mean that he loves her more than he loved your mom. You can tell he regrets everything, so…making him feel worse about that won't make you feel better. You know that." She said, placing her hand on his chest as he nodded.
"Yeah, I know." Punk nodded, "Maybe we should arrange something. Dinner here. Invite her." Punk said as AJ nodded.
"Yeah, I think he would appreciate that more than anything else." AJ said, "You cook, though." She said quickly.
"Oh, what?" Punk looked down at her sadly, "How about a team effort?"
"A team of two?" AJ laughed.
"The only team I know." Punk said as she smiled, looking up at him and pressing her lips against his softly, cupping his hand on her cheek and melting into the kiss.
She swung a leg around him so she could sit on him, straddling his hips, cupping both his cheeks and deepening the kiss as he held her around the waist.
She pulled back and smirked, lifting her t-shirt up as he watched. The bra came next before she pressed her lips back against his, feeling his hands roam up her body, cupping her breasts as she moaned softly into the kiss.
He held onto her tightly and leant her down on the couch, hovering over her and taking his own t-shirt off as she touched his face softly, watching as he kissed down her body, cupping her breasts the entire time as he kissed down to the beginning of her jeans.
She smiled as she felt him undo her jeans and pull them down with her panties, watching as his head disappeared between her legs as she rolled her head back and placed her hand on his head. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue against such a sensitive area was the best feeling in the world, and he knew her body just as much as she knew it, and he knew exactly what she loved.
"Phil." She gasped, "Oh, right there." She moaned, her face scrunching up as she felt him use her whole mouth on her, then just his tongue as it flicked up against her clit, only to retreat and use his full mouth again. He still made her hot with anticipation, no matter how long they'd been in a relationship. The feeling never went away.
He continued to use his mouth on her, clutching her around her legs, not taking a breath until he heard her lose it above him. He smirked when he saw her arch her back and moan out, gasping for air as he smiled, taking the sight in for his own personal pleasure.
He kissed back up her body after watching her body calm down a little, smiling as he pressed his lips against her mouth, letting her taste herself as she kissed back deeply and then looked at him with a smile.
"You have no idea how much I want you inside me." AJ shook her head, biting her lip and looking up at him as he smirked and nodded.
He sat back and undone his jeans, shimmying them down with his boxers, sitting on the couch as she got up and climbed back over him, straddling his hips again, this time finding his length and sinking down on him.
"Fuck." Punk groaned quietly, looking down at his length disappeared inside her, looking up at her as she shut her eyes and cupped her breasts.
"Fuck, baby." AJ moaned, placing her hands around his neck and beginning to move her hips up and down on him. She then watched him lean forward, kissing her neck and down her throat as she tilted her head back for him, still moving up and down, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as she felt him continuously throb inside her.
"You feel so fucking good." Punk shook his head as AJ smiled, continuing to move up and down on him, occasionally stopping so he would thrust up into her which would take her breath away at times.
She didn't think it was possible to fall more and more in love with him every day but she was. She still saw him as that cute blonde teenager she fell in love with, and she knew everything about him. It was honest and it was real, and it was completely irreplaceable.
She knew so much that sometimes, when she caressed her neck, moving up and down on him, she looked at the scarring from his ear down to his shoulder, and felt a massive pain in her heart.
