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He turned and looked at her through the glass window. He didn't speak, didn't even breath as he stared into her blue eyes. Finally he turned on his heel and walked away from the bus determined not to look back. He ran into the bus driver and looked at the man blankly as he asked when they were departing.
"Later, later, I'll be back, tell Brenna I'll be back." The bus driver raised an eyebrow watching the younger man walk away, Punk seemed to be in a daze ignoring several of the roster who called out to him as he made his way through the parking lot. He had no destination in mind he was just walking his heart beating out of his chest as he replayed Brenna's words over and over again in his head "I'm pregnant... I'm Pregnant..." His wife was having a child his child and Punk was in a full blown panic. He quickly yank his phone out of his pocket plugging in the earphones he began to blast music into his skull. He took a deep breath and then ran, he ran until he felt like his legs were going to give out, he ran until he wanted to vomit, CM Punk ran and thought and when he finally stopped a few things had been cleared up in his mind, he stood on the deserted street corner in the middle of the night and looked around realizing he was incredibly lost. He looked around for any sign that would help him determine his exact location so he could get back to Brenna and they could talk. He saw nothing to help him out so he began to walk coming across the only place that was open he made his way into the small dive bar. Although straight edge he had spent a lot of time with friends in bars like this on the road it wasn't his lifestyle choice but he did not judge others for there choices. He made his way to the bar signaling the bar tender. "What can I get you?"
"I'm a little turned around can you tell me where the hell I am and how to get back to the stadium.' the bar tender chuckled.
"Sure thing I figured you weren't from around here, you don't look like the usual crowd." Punk looked around and realized he walked into a country bar the cowboy hats and boots were a dead give away. As the bar tender gave him directions he watched the crowd for a while.
"Can I get you anything else?" Punk was about to shake his head no but the line of bottles behind the bar caught his attention,
"Umm yeah can I get a JD on the rocks" The bartender nodded pouring him a drink and placing it on the counter in front of Punk. As the bar tender walked away Punk stared at the amber liquid unsure why he had ordered it. It was a test partly, he had never even tasted alcohol and he needed to know he wasn't his dad, that he could be a better father then him. That he wasn't going to come home drunk night after night being cruel that he could resist what was in his DNA. He watched the glass never picking it up until the ice had melted away into the amber liquid. He didn't move transfixed by the alcohol in front of him. He finally reached out and with a shaking hand picked up the glass he brought it to his nose and sniffed the fumes immediately brought his mind back to the times his dad would come home falling down drunk and yelling at everyone. He had never raised his hand hadn't needed to the venom the spilled from his mouth was worse then any punch. At least if he had hit them Punk would have known what to expect but the words were worse they never knew what little thing would set there father off and how his words would effect there minds. He lowered the glass back to the bar. Trying to shake off the memories he wasn't his father he was better then him, better then this.
"If you are in recovery there is a meeting two blocks down in the church right now." Punk looked at the bar tender and smiled.
"Thanks but I'm not an alcoholic, just a little lost right now." The bartender nodded and leaned against the counter.
"Want to talk about it/" Punk shook his head no and went to stand. "Sometimes it helps to tell a total stranger your problems they are impartial so talk if you want to talk." Punk considered this briefly.
"My wife's pregnant" The bar tender cocked his head slightly confused.
"Congratulations then don't see how that's a huge catastrophe." Punk couldn't help but laugh.
"It wasn't planned, I've never wanted children. Not sure if I'll be a good father. We kind of got married quickly and haven't really figured out our relationship yet. Its so complicated and we work in a business where you could get hurt easily, and I have enemies that will target her. I can't protect her and I tried to leave her tonight and she tells me she is pregnant so I have no clue what to do." The bartender pursed his lips and finally took a deep breath.
"You know this bar is my home away from home, and when I see some one come in as distressed as you were I assumed you'd lost it all. Yet you have something waiting for you that most of the people in this bar would kill for. Hell I would kill for, you have a women who is having your child. A women who I can tell just by the way you smile when you talked about her you love. So you didn't plan on a child or a family, well that nice and arrogant to assume that your plans are always going to work out the way you wanted. You are scared your not going to be a good dad well I'm pretty sure every man in the world has that same fear when they have there first child. Your wife is a smart lady right?' Punk nodded at the bartender "Then trust that she knows you are scared and worried and also how to take care of her self. If she thinks the business is to dangerous for her when she is pregnant then she'll take a step back. You can't always be the hero and protect your women hell sometimes she has to protect you. So you jumped into a marriage that seems pretty worked out to me you agreed until death do you part, it wasn't until your insecurities take over. I think you are a huge idiot right now you have a women who just told you she's pregnant and you are sitting in a bar talking to a bartender instead of celebrating and talking to your wife. Man you need to get your priorities straight. My girl and I have been trying to have a child for several years yet she can't get pregnant and I worked three jobs in order to afford the fertility treatments and we still barely scrape by if I was you I would be shouting to the world that the love of my life is blessing me with a child" With that the guy turned away to go serve another costumer.
Punk rubbed his forehead grabbing a napkin he jotted a quick note and stood, he yanked his wallet out of his pocket and threw several hundred dollar bills on the counter. He then turned and walked from the bar. As the bar tender picked up the glass the tattooed man had never touched he saw the money sitting on the counter and gasped he lifted the cash and counted out almost ten grand in bills all for a single drink. His hand shook as he picked up the note Punk had written. Thank you hope this helps you. I know that you helped me tonight in more ways than one so call this number and your wife's medical bills will be paid for and when she has your first child send me a picture. There was a phone number and an address, the bar tender stared after the tattooed man and felt tears prickling his eyes. He pocketed the money and note unsure if he would ever see the man again but knowing he had just changed his life also.
Punk made his way back to the parking lot, a few buses remained including his. He prayed she had stayed and was waiting for him he didn't know what he would do if she left. He typed in the code and stepped onto his bus. The lights were dim and he walked through searching for Brenna. When he reached the bedroom and saw no sign of her he sat heavily on the bed. Placing his head in his hands he allowed the tears to fall. She was gone and he didn't know if he could get her back and for the first time his stubbornness and demons made have cost him the one thing he couldn't afford to loose. "She left a while ago caught a ride to Mass with Cena. Said to tell you she was sorry and if you ever change your mind then you know where to find her. What did you do man?" Punk stared at Kofi for a moment and then looked away unable to find words as sobs took over his body. Kofi slid from the room knowing Punk didn't want anyone to see him like this. He went to the front and looked at the bus driver. "Do you know where she lives?" the driver nodded "head there. He needs to get her back"
Punk sat in the hotel in Salem he had been here for two days and had yet to get up the courage to go see Brenna. He didn't know how to begin the conversation they needed to have. He had sent Kofi onto the next show in the bus and had called Trips and let him know he was taking some sick time and didn't know when he would be back. He stared out the window at the city before him and reached for his phone. He had texted Brenna a few days ago but she had yet to respond to him. He knew from Cena that she had got home safe and after a few calls had a few local wrestlers keeping an eye on her from a distance not sure if Paul would show up here. He tried again to text her Can we talk? Please? Several minutes later and with no response Punk growled standing he stormed to the hotel room door he was not going to be ignored by the women that he loved and the mother of his child anymore. He walked to her place and pounded on the door. "Brenna, Brenna open up we need to talk!" He continued to knock until the door was pulled opened. Brenna stood in front of him, a pair of pajamas with Tigger on them her hair a mess, and red puffy eyes. Punk felt lower then shit she had been crying and it was because of him.
"You do realize its three am Phillip and some of us need our rest as we are sleeping for two right now. What do you want?" Brenna placed her arms across her chest, and Punk noticed the words I'm the only one printed on the shirt and finally knew how to begin.
"You're it for me Brenna, I love you, I'm so in love with you it scares me. Please let me in we need to talk. I can't live with out you Bre I'm sorry." Brenna stared at him before walking further into her house leaving the door open he followed her and was immediately attacked by the dogs. "Hey kids I missed you too. I gotta talk to your mom right now and convince her that she can't live without me either. So wish me luck" he patted both of the dogs and then picked up Pumpkin deciding she wouldn't throw anything at him as long as he was holding the pug. He walked into the kitchen watching as Brenna took two glass out of the cupboard, she filled one with water and retrieved a Pepsi from the fridge pouring it into a glass she slammed it down in front of Punk. She had not spoken or replied to his confession and he was at a lost again on how to continue. Her voice clouded with anger startled him but he remained quite.
"You know everyone is right you are a jerk, an ass, hell you may be the biggest douche in the world. This little arrangement or ours is over, your right its not working" He went to speak but shut his mouth at the look in the blue eyes. "I'm done pretending that this marriage isn't real, we are married Phil and you don't get to just decided you are done or want out. You need to learn to talk to me. I refuse to keep playing games. You have a past and I have a past but it can't keep affecting our relationship. It is not just about us anymore Phil we have a child on the way and I know this was quick and not ideal but neither or us did anything to prevent it. I love you Phil I truly do but you need to deal with your trust, over protective, Neanderthal issues. Your past really effects you and when your ready to tell me about it I will listen however I think you need to talk to someone a therapist maybe. I'm not saying your crazy I just think you have so much stress and anxiety you are going to have a heart attack. I would really prefer if that didn't happen since I would like you around for a long time. We would both like that." She stated putting her hand on her stomach. "If you agree to some ground rules then we can give this another try other wise I am more than capable of raising this child on my own and you don't have to worry or feel obligated to both of us." She waited for his response and he looked her up and down before reaching out and placing his hand on top of hers the one she had laid on her stomach.
"I want this to work and I will agree to almost anything but you need to start being honest with me, you've been hiding stuff from me too. This is never going to work if we both treat it like its fragile and saying or doing the wrong thing will make it shatter. I'm not good at relationships and that's the way its always been they break so easily." She pulled him closed and hugged him tightly before pushing him back into his seat.
"Okay honesty, here goes. I was never addicted to drugs, I had a boyfriend who was and happened to be in the car when he got pulled over. The amount of drugs caused the trafficking charges and since he wouldn't admit it was him we both got charged. My lawyer worked out a deal since it was the first offense and I went to rehab for ninety days. I'm not saying I have never done drugs or that I'm innocent in it all but that's how I ended up in rehab the first time I was sixteen. I went away to rehab again at eighteen but it wasn't the type my dad implied I am anorexic I've been in recovery for four years but I had to go away to get help for the illness. I don't love talking about it, in fact it makes me completely uncomfortable because when people find out I am suddenly under a microscope and they watched everything I put in my mouth. I have a more in my past but I think that's a good enough start for tonight." Punk squeezed her hand.
"Thank you for that truth. My past isn't great Bre and my trust issues are deeply rooted. I'm sure you've heard the stories on the internet but its worse and deeper than that. My father is a raging alcoholic and my mother is selfish and abusive. I left home young for many reasons one of them being I was tired of my mother thinking that she was allowed to be the crap out of me. She wasn't as bad as my dad was though." Punk shrugged not wanting to go into his father anymore. "The night you told me you were pregnant I didn't react very well. I wanted to tell you all kinds of things but instead, I walked away it's what I'm good at Bre. I wanted to tell you I was pushing you away because I was scared, scared of my feelings, scared you were going to get hurt out there. Angry that I can't protect you. Instead I tried to end it and when you told me about the baby I ended up in a bar with a glass of jack Daniels. I wanted to drink that glass, I wanted to know how it would feel to forget but I was scared it would be the start of me becoming my father. I am petrified that I'm going to be a terrible father." He took a deep breath and pressed his cheek against her hand as she wiped away his tears. "I know I messed up and I will prove to you that I love you every day for the rest of my life. I realized that with you by my side I will be a great dad because you are so strong and when I fail you will help me succeed. I love you Bre and any conditions you set I will agree to just never leave me again. Please just love me" He was practically begging this women to be in his life. She was like air to him and he knew he needed her to survive. Brenna's heart broke for her husband and she threw her arms around him. She began to place kisses all over his face. His arms wrapped around her waist.
"I already do silly. I already love you." She whispered before their lips met in a slow passionate kiss. Neither was in a rush for neither wanted this to ever end. For a moment everything was perfect and peaceful. What they didn't know is that across the country on Smackdown Paul Heyman had just shown the world a picture of CM Punk in a bar a glass of amber liquid held up to his face. The bottle of Jack Daniels gleaming in the back ground.
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