A month later, and John was gone at the gym and I was in the guest room at Punk and Hope's house. This is my first month and I already wanted to use Punk's own finishing move on him. Not that it would help considering the man never sleeps. He still hesitates on letting me do anything. Right now, he's still off. Grandpa Vince had creative say he was injured, while mostly everyone knew the truth anyway. To this day, Punk still doesn't know the promise. He just thinks I want to help out; which I would anyway. Just not necessarily living here in order to do so.

Today however, it was just Emma and me. Phil was lifting or doing whatever with John at the gym. John finally got the Straight-Edge Superstar to leave. Honestly, I thought Punk wouldn't want anything to do with Emma-Lynn, which in some ways I was right. When I first got here, he wanted nothing to do with her.

First week:

Emma was crying at the top of her lungs, and I was trying to cook dinner. Punk was in the living room watching TV.

"Punk will you get her?" I yelled but he never answered. Eventually I just gave up and went to check on her. The week old was screaming in my arms.

"Shh, it's okay Emmie." I began softly humming and soon she was out; thank God. She's definitely their kid with those set of lungs.

"Finally you got her to shut up," he said from the doorway, causing me to jump. Turning around, I glared at him and he merely smirked.

"No thanks to you, daddy," sarcasm dripping in the words. Pushing past him, he grabbed my arm turning me around to face him.

"I don't want you here Taylor. I don't want her here either. So don't be a bitch to me. Alright?" This isn't the Punk I used to know. Maybe he's been gone longer than I thought.

"You think I want to be staying here with you? I have a boyfriend that I could see every day, but choose to be here. I care about that little girl. Emma is your daughter; you and Hope's. You need to grow a pair-"

"She took Hope away from me, Taylor. How can you care for the thing that took the one you love away dammit!" Punk interrupted and I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure whether to yell, or be happy he's letting a wall down. He's not the easiest guy to get along with.

I sighed,

"Punk, look at her. She's the baby girl you always wanted. What happened to Hope is horrible and hurts like hell. But things happen. And that little girl did not cause her to get placenta previa, she already had it. You're the only parent she has. So Stop being selfish, because your daughter needs you."

After that spiel, I went to finish dinner; leaving Punk alone with his thoughts and kid.

Although he was mad at me that week, he slowly began acting like a dad. Now he never wants to let her go. From one extreme to another then, I guess. After Emma ate her bottle, I lay her down in her cradle for her to take a nap.

"Sweet dreams, Emma. When you wake up maybe your father will be here," she smiled as if she could understand me, and I laughed. "Your mom would love you, so much."

Meanwhile at the gym, Punk was putting down his weights as John finished squatting. The two had been in the gym nearly two hours by now, and Punk was happy to be back there. As the two took a small break and talked more, John brought up Taylor and Emma.

"They're good. I'm shocked she stayed after I was a total dick to her the first week," Punk replied.

"Dude, be nice," Punk threw his hands up in surrender and the blue eyed man laughed, " Well it's good you're not mad at her though." The former WWE champion looked at John skeptically,

"Why would I be mad at Taylor? She's just being nice and helping us out." John nodded and took a gulp of water,

"Yeah, when she could be at home with me," the annoyed tone in John's voice was palpable, but he continued before Punk could throw his two cents in. "No man, I meant about Taylor knowing Hope had that condition before she died."

The younger man grew furious and confused. Why would Taylor with hold the information that she knew? Maybe Hope would be here if she hadn't, Punk thought. John was looking at him suspiciously, but he shrugged it off.

"Oh, uh that. I understood," he lied, "But hey, I gotta go. Think I'll relieve Taylor of her duties for now."

"Alright man, you okay? You look upset." You would love that, wouldn't you? Asshole. Punk thought again. He nodded and soon the two went separate ways. Punk sped home, but was soon in his driveway. Taylor's grey Volkswagen Beetle still parked in the drive too.

"Please let Cena be wrong," he whispered to whoever would hear it. Over the past two weeks, he's begun growing fond of Taylor. Deep down he began to wonder just how fond he was becoming. It was nice knowing that Emma-Lynn would have a mother-figure. He thought maybe Taylor would be a Nazi and take over, but instead you wouldn't know she was there.

Well, other than the house being clean and always filled with food. Much to Punk's happiness, Taylor would tell Emma little things about her mom, Hope. So obviously both the adults knew she wouldn't be trying to replace Hope in any way. He headed inside and wondered how bad things were about to get.

After I made sure Emma was asleep, I turned around to leave, but quickly scared myself.

"Holy shit! Punk you scared the hell out of me!" He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. This look was on his face that I couldn't quite place. Hesitantly, I stepped closer so only a few feet were between us.

"So how is she?"

Cautiously I answered,

"Um, good? Punk you okay? You look flushed." He nodded then walked past me and checked on her himself. By the time he turned around, I had my arms crossed and was biting my lip. A feeling of something was about to go down, rolling around in my stomach.

"So you're Hope's best friend?" He questioned as he looked at me and I merely nodded. "Some best friend," he said venomously.

"Punk cut to the chase!"

"Most best friends, don't let their friends die. Now do they Taylor?"

He could probably hear my heart pounding in my chest. How would he... John. He's the only person I told, but he wouldn't, would he? Punk's big mouth opened again and my suspicions were confirmed.

"John mentioned a little something today-"

"Phil, if you're going to say something, just say it already!" I interrupted. A look of rage flashed through his eyes before he said the words I never wanted to hear.

"Did you really know Hope had placenta previa when she was pregnant?" Oh shit.

That day played in my mind as we stood there.

Then:

Hope and I were decorating the nursery for the baby that was due in three months. I went to ask her a question and found her sitting in the rocking chair, clutching her stomach.

"Taylor, something's wrong." Walking over to her, I got scared. This girl never complains, so something has to be wrong.

"Hope, what's going on? Is it the baby?"

"I felt lightheaded and this really bad pain-"

"We're going to the hospital." I stated and for once Hope didn't argue. She hurriedly followed me. As soon as she got to the hospital, she passed out. The nurses pushed me away and made me sit in the waiting room.

Soon I was holding her hand as we waited for the doctor to come in. After silence she finally spoke up,

"What if something is seriously wrong?" I shook my head and she sighed, "Taylor, I've had pains like this before, in my first trimester. They were worse today, but I never told anyone, other than the doctor."

I gave her this look that I inherited from my father, which would usually make people run the other direction. It makes John, at least.

"What the hell! Hope Evelyn Sawyer! Why didn't you tell me, or even John? Maybe even Punk, ya know your fiancé?" I knew I hit a soft spot when she looked ready to cry.

"I was scared dammit. I don't need my best friend screaming at me and acting like my mother!" I muttered a sorry, and then in came the doctor.

"Hello again ladies, I have some news. The baby and Hope are both fine, for now."

"Now, what do you mean," looking at her name tag it read Martin, "Doctor Martin?" I felt Hope shaking and both of us became worried.

The older woman sighed,

"Hope has a condition called placenta praevia. It's a complication in which the placenta grows in the lowest part of the womb, and fully or partially covers the opening to the cervix." Hope looked confused, but I knew what it was. My mom had it when she was pregnant with me; she barely lived then wound up dying in a car crash a year later. The shorter brunette spoke up,

"Um, doctor, English please?" She laughed and began saying it in laments terms.

"Basically that means that instead of your placenta moving to the top of the womb throughout your pregnancy like it should, it stays in the lower part and covers the cervix." Hope still looked confused, and I sighed.

"Hope that means that if it doesn't move, you'll bleed out and one or both of you, will die." It took a moment for it sink in, and when it did, tears glistened in her light blue eyes.

"Well, uh doc, what are my options?"

"Well either you can continue the pregnancy, at a very high risk, or you can choose to terminate the pregnancy." The smart choice, to save her would be to terminate the pregnancy, but is that what she'd choose?

"Thanks Doctor Martin. I'm keeping the baby. It's what my fiancé and I have discussed considering the last time I had these pains." The doctor merely nodded and soon we were heading back to their house.

Once we sat in the living room, I spoke up.

"If you don't tell Phil the truth, then I will." Tears started pooling from her eyes.

"No! Taylor if you tell Punk then he'll want to get rid of our baby! I refuse." I glared at her, disgusted.

"You could die. Do you not understand that? How can you be so damn selfish Hope?"

She shook her head and wiped her tears. I didn't want to hurt her, but she needs to realize the repercussions of her actions. The affects it will have. I was catching my breath from yelling when she spoke,

"If you tell anyone about this, you're dead to me. I mean it Taylor Lynn. I'm having this baby and not even Punk can talk me out of it. Your choice." She stood up and walked into her room, sobbing the whole way.

Eventually, we were okay again. Obviously I never told Punk and she had the baby. I tried many times after that to talk sense into her, but she never relented. She was happy with having a baby; I wasn't going to interfere.