A/N: Colt is back!
[12 weeks prego]
"OK! Place your bets!"
Colt had arrived at the house show. He originally said he was there to take care of AJ...Or take care of Punk. But since they weren't fighting, or even talking, he started working on something more on entertaining.
"Colt, taking bets is pointless. I already know it is going to be a boy." AJ assured sitting next to him. He had pulled an unused cargo trunk for a table as he sorted yellow legal pads and a metal money box.
"I'll believe you when I see the sonogram and the doctor tells you." Colt assured.
"I'm not going to have the doctor tell me." AJ countered.
"So you know it is gonna be boy so much that you are going to wait till the day you actually give birth?" Colt questioned giving her a look that said 'seriously?'
"Yes. I don't need a doctor to tell me what I already know." AJ said proudly holding her head up high.
"Punk's right you are crazy." Colt said turning back to the work. Not before feeling the sharp pain of AJ pinching his arm. He flinched away from her giving a small cry of pain. "Evil too." But at this insult she only smiled.
"What are you even going to do with the money?" AJ asked as Colt prepared to take bets.
"I'm gonna sound like a softy, but all the winnings go to getting the baby whatever stuff is needed." Colt sighed.
"Hmmm...If that's what is for maybe I should have the doctor tell me. That way we'll know what to buy." AJ said looking over the three legal pads. One labelled for Girl, one for Boy, and another for twins. She grimaced at the possibility of having two kids. She doubt she could take the one. Two would just be a nightmare, especially if she tried to keep her career going after.
"It's only for betting AJ. "Colt assured her.
"If it actually happens then I'm gonna say it's your fault." AJ said leaning back in her seat.
"Colt, didn't I tell you that this idea was stupid." Punk said walking up with Paul Heyman on his side.
"You won't say it's stupid when this money gets you enough diapers for a year." Colt countered. Sticking his tongue out like a child at his best friend. "So are you gonna make a bet?"
"Why would I bet money that's just gonna come back to me?" Punk questioned.
"Well your baby momma is convinced that she's having a boy. Don't you wanna put your money where her mouth is?" Colt questioned.
"Not especially." Punk said. He had stepped close enough to AJ that she was able to pinch him like she had Colt. Punk's muffled his squeak of pain and took a large step back. Locking into a silent glare that he would never win with her. "Fine." He sighed. Pulling out his wallet only to have it snatched from his hands the next moment.
He looked on with a glare as Colt pulled the cash from his wallet. "OK, one hundred dollars says you'll be getting a little baby boy." Colt cheered writing down the bet amount and Punk's name on the boy sheet.
Punk snatched his wallet back. "Who bets a hundred dollars on something like this?" He hissed.
At that moment Derrick Bateman came running up slapping the money down on the makeshift table top. "300 says twins!" He yelled panting like he had run a mile.
Colt gave Punk a mocking grin. AJ's mind fell back into the horror of the idea of two children. Paul only looking on not sure whether to be amused or horrified by their game.
The show had gone on and AJ had been sent a adviser. Mostly for appearances it seemed cause the man didn't seem to know a damn thing about dealing with wrestlers or anyone that could beat to pulp with one hand tied behind his back. AJ had a lot of amusement scaring him.
"Colt! How are the bets?" AJ asked stepping over toward him.
"Sorry to tell you any, but most people are betting for the girl." Colt informed. He wasn't frowning at the fact. He had gotten a lot of money. He had even put in 400 of his own money...Of course he voted for a girl.
AJ frowned. "I told you it's gonna be a boy. I can feel it." She reminded.
"I know, AJ, I know. But I guess people don't have faith in your motherly instincts." Colt told her trying to feign innocence.
"Has anyone put money on boy?" AJ asked not sure whether to be annoyed or sad that they didn't have faith in her first instinct as a mother.
"Besides Punk, Kofi, Kane, Justin, Matt, Natalya, and Kidd." Colt listed.
"Awww Kane is such a softie." AJ cooed looking over Colt's shoulder at the pages. Her eyes widened at the amount of money people had put down. Punk's bet of a hundred was almost low compared to others. "Colt...are sure these are the bet amounts?" AJ asked nervously.
"Yeah, this baby is gonna be so spoiled." Colt smiled looking at the box that held all of the cash.
AJ's eyes glanced over the 'girl' sheet. Colt was right there were a lot more names. Her eyes found Colt, John, Zack, Alex, Eve, and Sheamus. Those were only a few of the ones that she saw. "You bet against me?" AJ said giving a mock glare to Colt.
"Oh must of written it down in the wrong column." Colt said giving a nervous laugh.
"Miss Mendez?"
AJ and Colt both looked at the man they had both been ignoring.
"What?" AJ asked annoyed he had cut in on her conversation.
"Shouldn't your time be better spent working." He suggested.
AJ raised a questioning brow. Was this guy actually telling her how to do her job? Wasn't he just suppose to be some figure head? She scowled lightly before looking back at Colt turning her questioning look on him silently asking him if the man just said that.
Colt nodded also confused. He wondered how big of balls this guy had to order around AJ. Not even Punk could do that...Even if he liked to think he did.
"Oooook." She said slowly. "See you later Colt."
"How could you kick me out from ring side?!" Heyman snapped at her.
"You and Punk wanna bitch about referees being fair or not! I called that match down the middle! You were doing you job to help Punk get his foot to the rope and I was doing mine by kicking you out!" AJ yelled.
She glared at the man. Something in her gut had her questioning things. She didn't know if Paul was saying he wanted her job for the show or if he was actually going after it. either way she didn't like it. She didn't like the 'adviser' who was shaking in his shoes at the pathetic berating Wade had given on her job performance...That remind her she needed to find a tough opponent for Wade, someone to stop that barrage in its tracks.
"Hello AJ! Punk lost! Cause you kicked Vickie out and Dolph like the momma's boy he is followed after her!" Paul snapped bringing her back out of her thoughts.
"Guess what? That's not my fault. Go complain to them and leave me alone." AJ said.
Paul was about to speak again, but stopped when he saw Punk coming.
AJ turned seeing Punk as well. A mischievous smile on her lips as he stepped forward. "Punk." She smiled at him as he stepped in front of her not even taking a second glance at Paul.
"Let's go." Punk said.
"What?! Punk!" Heyman snapped. But he was ignored as the pair walked off going to the garage.
Punk didn't feel like fighting with AJ.
He wanted to, but after that choke slam he couldn't find the energy. He didn't give a second glance to her or Colt before stalking off to bed. All he wanted was sleep. Of course that never came easy, so he just laid down with his eyes close trying to relax.
"Punk..." Her voice was light as she came into the room. He didn't respond, but she moved into the room crawling on the bed. The lights were already off for the night and she probably just thought he was asleep.
AJ looked at his sleeping face. He still looked like he was in pain. She felt some guilt for what had happened, but with the growing threat that she might not have her job much longer she didn't really think about anything else. She leaned down kissing the scar left from the cut made during her match.
She studied his features imagining how they would combine with her own to create their child. She could imagine it in her mind. A small baby boy dressed in a 'in punk we trust' creeper. She smiled wide for a moment at the image.
She frowned the next remember the risk she had taken by being the guest referee. Granted she had experience with it, but she hadn't had much luck being around matches. From being run down by Big Show back when she was with Daniel as his on screen girlfriend, to being knocked off the apron. She knew she was suppose to be more careful than she had been by going out there.
She knew they had been fairly careful with her. Kane had even motioned her to move out the way. She hadn't been worried. It was only after that she realized how stupid she had been, but she didn't even have time to berate herself for that since Paul had got in her face about kicking him from ring side.
"I'm sorry." She whispered kissed his scar again. "I'll be more careful. I promise."
She gasped when Punk's arm circled her waist bringing her closer to his chest. "Go to sleep." His voice roughly whispered against her ear.
AJ silently smiled. She closed her eyes getting comfortable in Punk's embrace before doing as he told and going to sleep.
A/N: I know I haven't made an actual fall out from their kiss yet, but trust me something will be coming.