A/N:Can WWE Creative have their heads any further up their asses? Seriously I want ONE consistent storyline. Not even Punk or AJ, just a consisent storyline! They keep throwing things and making it into a crap shoot. Cross your fingers for Hell in a Cell cause I'm not expecting good things.
"Isn't this cute?" AJ cooed as she held up the garment.
"I'm pretty sure that's for a boy." Punk said in a monotone looking at the small garment with the image of a small guitar repeated across dark blue fabric. He looked back up at the pout sported on her lip. "Yes it's cute." He said feeling less like a man just for saying the word, 'cute'.
"Can we get it?" AJ cooed again. Giving her most innocent expression; her lips in a pout; her eyes large and looking almost watery with possible tears if he said one wrong thing.
"Yeah, can we?" Colt came up doing a mimic of her expression. Only because he was trying to tease Punk.
Punk scowled. Not saying anything he grabbed the garment from AJ's hands and tossed it in the shopping cart. He already knew he wasn't gonna win against her, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about losing either.
"So AJ, you're having a baby girl...Didn't you say b- OW!" Colt's teasing was cut off with a strong punch to his arm by Punk.
"Don't remind her." Punk hissed. The last thing he wanted to deal with was AJ crying...again.
Lucky for him AJ was already distracted looking at different items of the baby store.
"Punk, how are we gonna take a baby on the bus?" AJ questioned looking warily at the different set ups of cribs.
"We'll figure it out. For now, focus on some basics." Punk said.
"Punk, a crib is basic." AJ shot back.
"I meant like basics for the house." He countered. They were still planning to move AJ's things into his place. But with their European tour there hadn't been any time. They already decided on the baby's room though. "We still need to get paint." He reminded.
"Wow, a nice pink bedroom for your little girl." Colt said in a dreamy tone as he imagined the room.
"I don't want pink or blue. Since it's a girl I'd say purple or yellow." AJ said.
"Why?" Colt questioned looking at her strangely. Most common was blue for boys and pink for girls, he didn't have any kids and he knew that. Plus all the clothes for boys and girls fit the same pattern.
"She doesn't like whole girls having to be pink and boys being blue. It's stereotypical." Punk explained with a sigh.
He had basically memorized everything AJ had on opinions on how she wanted to raise the kid. Neither Punk or AJ were about give up their careers fully, so they'd find a way to travel with the kid. And they would be traveling together. AJ wanted him to be in their daughter's life. That was one of the things he didn't mind. Punk was becoming more excited about the birth just like AJ.
"Punk! Look at these!" AJ cheered coming over to him holding the tiniest pair of converse shoes.
Punk laughed slightly. He kissed her forehead. Taking the shoes he added them to the cart.
"Crib, changing table, travel carrier, toys, clothes, and dresser." AJ counted off as she entered the house. Punk and Colt following behind her carrying the various bags and boxes.
"How are we gonna put together a crib?" colt questioned setting the large and heavy box down on the floor.
"I've helped put together rings. I think I can manage a crib." Punk said confident in his abilities.
"You can't put together the crib, until we paint the room." AJ reminded.
"Don't mean until Colt and I paint the room. You can't be around the fumes." Punk reminded.
"Then what am I gonna do?" AJ questioned feeling useless. She couldn't lift anything heavy, she couldn't paint. She was only doing promos at work. She wasn't even the General Manager anymore sadly.
Punk rummaged through one of the large bags. He pulled out a few of the books. "Read." He said stepping the books down on the table. Two child care books and one book on names for the baby.
AJ swiped the baby names book. Going over to the couch she settled down maliciously looking through the names and what meaning the name had.
AJ was forced to hold back laughter. Punk stomped into the bedroom muttering obscenities. He rifled through his drawers pulling out a change of clothes. Biting her lips as she made out the words, "Easy to assemble, my ass."
It was pretty obvious he was talking about the furniture for the babies room. She knew asking about it would be a bad idea also, so taking his mind off of it was best. But she found herself distracted as Punk stripped his body. Her whole body feeling hot as her eyes scanned over his skin.
Sorely becoming disappointed when he disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back out he was dressed for bed in a clean pair of gym shorts tossing his paint covered clothes in the hamper. "Jackass" Punk muttered as he climbed into the bed next to her. Laying his head down next to her.
AJ sat sitting down with her back resting against the head board. She could no longer hold back her giggle. Earning herself a small glare from the seemingly pouting superstar. "Awww, Poor Punk." She cooed. She ran her fingers over the shaved down locks of his hair. He was still keeping it short from his heel turn, mostly cause it was easier to manage.
Punk's glare went away. He closed his eyes letting himself relax from her touch. He laid one of his arms across her body. Snuggling further into her. "Why does she need a crib?" He muttered.
"If she had a regular bed she could roll off." She reminded running fingers across his hair. "Plus do you think you could put a regular bed together anymore than a crib?"
Punk shot her another half-hearted glare. If he hadn't spent so much money on the crib he would have broken it pieces and started a bonfire. "Not cute AJ." Punk said. "What about if she slept in the bed with us, in between us. She couldn't roll off that way."
"No, you'd just squash her." AJ said. "Like you almost did to me."
"Don't worry after long she'll be able to squash you." Punk said closing his eyes again. But the snapped open again when AJ pinched him. "Ow."
"That wasn't nice, Phillip." She said.
"Sorry." Punk sighed.
"Your forgiven...well maybe." AJ's hand started to massage a sweet spot behind Punk's ear. She smirked hearing the small moan come from his lips.
"AJ." Punk made a pathetic attempt to sound scolding.
"What?" AJ questioned acting innocently ignorant to her actions. She slid her body down to lie next to Punk beginning to pepper kisses across his cheeks, but still avoiding his lips.
She smirked with confidence when Punk's hand went behind her neck pulling her into a searing kiss.
A/N:Little fluff with things heating up at the end. [I know I didn't give the lemon this chapter, but I'll do some lemon in the next.] Also gonna use some of the storyline[crappy as it is] that they have with AJ and affair and all. Just minus Cena.