A/N:I know I haven't seen Hell in a Cell and it's still possible, but any hope of an AJPunk storyline is draining from my body. Not saying this isn't my OTP, but we just might not ever get them as the power couple we've been hoping for. I could be wrong, but I don't know WWE creative isn't exactly following their own storylines properly. I'm not even sure I want them to make an AJPunk anymore cause it could just ruin the pair.

"Where's AJ?" Kofi questioned looking at Punk as he walked into the locker room.

"She wasn't feeling well." Punk said sounding somewhat detached as he set down his bags. Tonight was the Survivor Series pay-per-view. But his mind could not be further from the match he had tonight. Or the promos he had to do.

"Nothings wrong with the baby or anything is there?" Kofi questioned. He could sense something was wrong with Punk also. He just didn't want it to mean something was wrong with the baby also.

"She's fine. As far as we know. AJ just didn't feel up to traveling so she's gonna rest at home. Colt's gonna take care of her and join me when she's feeling better." Punk explained.

Kofi relaxed to the knowledge that AJ and the baby were fine. But that still didn't explain what was wrong with Punk. "You OK?" Kofi asked placing a hand on Punk's shoulder.

"I did something...that I really wasn't suppose to." Punk sighed. He didn't know if he should talk about what had happened. But if he didn't tell someone about it then he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it.

"What?" Kofi asked. He didn't know what Punk would say. Punk broke rules often, so he had no idea what line Punk had crossed now.

Punk took in a deep breath. Deciding just to let the words out..."I had sex with AJ."

Punk continued to kiss AJ. Both of them falling back into the familiar sensation and taste of having the other's lips pressed to their own. AJ's lips willingly parted taking their kiss further as Punk's tongued dared out of his own mouth and into AJ's.

His hands wandered over her body feeling the swelled areas of her breasts and stomach. He was close to stopping right there. But any thought of that fell away with a small moan and an arch of AJ's back. Her fingers raked across his scalp pushing him to forget every that wasn't the feel of her touches.

Punk cradled over her body. He kept the weight of his body off her. His hands wandered over beneath her shirt pulling the garment off her body and over her head. He eyes wandered her body. The pressure in his groin growing as he looked over her than skin. Moving down he pulled her shorts from her body taking her underwear away also. Her body naked in front of him.

He still underestimated AJ in her pregnancy. Or he had just been too distracted to stop it. AJ switched the positions. Her body straddling his legs. She pulled the shorts from around his hips. Only far enough for his growing erection to be free of the clothed prison. AJ's delicate hand wrapped around his member. Her hand stroking the sensitive member and dragging him further into delirious pleasure.

"AJ." He moaned.

She smirked. Leaning her head down, her tongue flicked across the head once before taking the appendage into her mouth. Her confidence growing more as she felt him shutter.

"AJ...If you keep going...this is gonna end too soon." He hissed.

AJ pulled back whipping some of saliva and pre-cum that had dripped from her lips. She straddled his hips positioning him at her entrance. Lowering her body to pierce her core. She let out a straggled moan. Waiting for a few moments as her body readjusted to the size of him inside of her. Her hands wandered over his chest, fingers tingling at the feel of his skin.

Slowly raising her hips before lowering them again. The both moaned. She continued to move her hips, finding a rhythm that was both safe and satisfying. Punk's hands on her hips helping her keep steady. Pushing up his own hips to match her rhythm and increase the pleasure.

"Phil!" She cried out as he pushed against her G-spot.

Punk continued the movement. He knew AJ was weakening as her body consumed itself in ecstasy. He wasn't much different. Both of them going towards the edge.

"Phil!" She cried again. Her body shuttered as the orgasm ripped through her body.

"AJ." He moan finally letting his orgasm go. Releasing into her body.

"So it's bad to have sex with the woman that's giving birth to your child?..." Kofi said slowly not sure if his conclusion was right since it didn't make any sense to him.

"Exactly! We had rules when we agreed to raise the kid together. One of the them was we weren't going to have sex again." Punk explained further.

"You do realize that sex is the reason AJ's pregnant right now. Really I don't see what more harm it can do unless it becomes too much for AJ's body." Kofi said. He didn't feel to comfortable talking about his friend's sex life, but he could only blame himself for asking.

"Kofi, we had sex. That was the only relationship we ever had besides doing the storyline. We're trying to have this kid together for them. Sex just complicates it all." Punk sighed throwing his head in his hands.

"No offense, dude, but you probably should have worried about that before she got pregnant." Kofi reminded. "Punk. I've seen you and AJ together. You two already act like you're together." he stated.

"Acting and actually being together are totally different." Punk said.

"True. But there has to be a reason you got involved to begin with." Kofi said. He knew he had said the right thing as the words started to sink into Punk's mind. "Don't worry, Punk. You'll figure something out. For not just focus on getting through the pay-per-view."

Punk hated this storyline. His personal life was on display once again. It wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last for his career. He sucked it up without any other option.

"I want you all to know that AJ is not here tonight. It seems all her talk was for nothing. She probably doesn't even know who the father of her bastard child is!" Vickie cackled. Her laughter echoing the arena even without the speakers to carry her voice.

Anger swelled within his veins. It may be a storyline, but Vickie was beginning to cross a line. The sound tech cued him. The static coming before the wails of 'Cult of Personality' ripped through the speakers. The crowd oddly positive to his presence considering his current heel run.

He made it to the ring going up the ring steps. "You know...Vickie. You seem to have a real issue with AJ. And I think I figured out why." Punk started.

"Now, AJ was best friends with Kaitlyn, who almost stole your little boy toy Ziggles. But that's not really it. Then there's the fact that AJ's younger and more desirable herself that she's had multiple men trying to claim they're the father of her child...Where any man would run in fear if you were pregnant with their child." Punk could see that Vickie was almost seaming from his words, but he wasn't done.

"Then maybe that even with the fire, superstars walking out, and affair, AJ was a better GM than you could ever be." Punk mocked. He did his best to relax knowing the slap that was coming just before it connected with his cheek. The stinging sensation running across his cheek.

He whipped his head back sending a harsh glare and deep frown at the woman. Dolph stepped between them guarding Vickie with his body from any lash out Punk might do. Punk glared between the two. "I'm the father." He dropped the mic. The crowd screaming at his announcement. He wasn't suppose to have revealed that, at least not this soon. But he wanted to.

"...Was he suppose to do that?" Colt asked.

AJ and Colt had been watching the pay-per-view. Hearing Punk simply state he was father shocked them both. AJ's eye were wide. She knows she was suppose to be there and she was gonna drop hints on who the father was and she was going to continue to drop more and more hints over the weeks. She didn't know that with her absence Punk was just gonna come out with it.

Her heart beated faster. Her shock growing to a smile as she looked at the screen. After once again giving into their sexual desires she thought Punk would be upset. But the confidence of his smirk told her otherwise.

"Seriously AJ, was he suppose to do that?" Colt questioned still in shock.

"I don't know. " AJ confessed. She didn't understand why tears were starting to fill her eyes. Once again hormones were hijacking her emotions. She tried to brush the tears away, but they just came down harder in response.

Colt moved over next to her wrapping an arm around her. He let her cry onto his chest looking between her and the screen. "You OK?" Colt asked.

"Yeah." AJ said. Tears subsiding as quickly as they came.

"You should go lay down for awhile." Colt suggested.

"Yeah...Make sure I'm awake for Punk's match." AJ ordered.

"I will."

AJ pushed up to her feet making her way out of the living room and towards the bedroom. Before she could make it all the way there a knock came on the door. "Colt!" AJ called out to him.

Colt had already heard the sound from the door and was coming over. "Are you expecting a delivery of some baby stuff?" Colt asked.

"Not that I know of." AJ said.

Colt went to the door looking through the peephole. Immediately he checked the locks of the door and made his way back over to AJ. "Go to the bedroom." He ordered.

"Who is it?" AJ asked. Fear and worry taking over her body, an unsteady hand resting on her baby bump.

"Punk's brother."

A/N:Lots of stuff here. First, Punk is finally giving into actually feelings rather than just lust. Second, a flash of the lemon that connects to last chapter since I know you all missed them. Third, add drama of Punk's brother. Anyone who has seen Punk's DVD knows he has some bad blood with his blood related family, especially his brother. So I'm using it here.