Along for the ride
AJ was spending her Saturday off from work cleaning the penthouse. She still felt it wasn't properly cleaned since she was gone. She actually loved to clean and instructed Punk to enjoy the day on his own. But she wasn't alone, Dean was hiding up at her place trying to avoid Bayley.
"The longer you avoid her the more she'll think she did something wrong." AJ warned him as she scrubbed her counter top.
"She did nothing wrong I'm the one that messed up not her." Dean said as he watched the large TV in their living room.
"You were upset I get that but you can not drink like that again." AJ warned him.
"Punk told me what Mike told him and I lost it." Dean said annoyed with himself. "I shouldn't have even listened to it because Mike is a fucking piece of shit."
"He is." AJ agreed. "Phil really believed it too. I've never seen him so upset before."
"Yea so upset he couldn't bother to call me up and tell me he was wrong." Dean snorted.
"I kept him busy" AJ shrugged with a sly smile and Dean frowned. "What? We're married."
"Don't need to hear about it." Dean reminded her.
"We had sex right where you're sitting." She said casually as she continued to clean.
"Fuck!" Dean yelled jumping out of the seat.
"But first right where you're standing." She said with a smirk and he again jumped.
"Is there anywhere in this house you haven't had sex in?" Dean asked her and she looked around the place.
"Um…" she said still twisting her head around.
"Seriously?" he asked disgusted. "Even the kitchen table?"
"Yup." She said proudly. "You're just bitter because you're going through a dry spell."
"Thanks for reminding me." Dean said glaring at her.
"You don't have to be." AJ added.
"She's a virgin." Dean said to her.
"That should be a turn on for you. Who wants a woman who's had a bunch of guys inside of her?" she asked him.
"True." Dean agreed. "But I've never taken away anyone's virginity before. I don't want to hurt her."
"You'll never know or get the chance if you don't step it up." AJ said to him. "You know Corey invited her out with a bunch of the guys from work."
"What?" Dean asked her. "You're just telling me this now?"
"I thought you knew." She shrugged. "They're going to that bar around the corner."
"What time?" Dean asked looking at his watch.
"Eight or something." She said to him. "I only know because she stopped by earlier to ask where exactly it was. Corey used to take me there all of the time."
"Let me guess, you've had sex there too?" Dean asked sarcastically but she kept a straight face as she looked at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I did once, outside and it wasn't with Corey." AJ said blushing.
"I hope it was your husband." Dean said to her.
"Of course." AJ said to him. "So are you going to go there before Corey gets all drunk and tries to get frisky with your girl?"
"Of course I'm going." Dean said grabbing his jacket. "Come with me." He said passing her jacket over to her.
"I can't I have to wait for Phil to get home." AJ said to him.
"Don't you two have enough sex?" Dean asked stunned. "I mean are you fucking kidding me?"
"We're trying to have a baby." AJ informed him happily and Dean gave her a smile. "I think it already happened but I'm not taking any chances."
"That's great." Dean said to her. "You'll make a great mom."
"Well it's not happening right now." AJ said to him. "Just go get Bayley before she gets in over her head tonight. Oh! And please don't get arrested tonight you already cost us one night of potential conceiving."
"Ugh." Dean said disgusted and walked out the door.
Not two minutes later someone knocked at the door and AJ realized Dean was already chickening out when she swung the door open it wasn't Dean but an older woman who had a scowl on her face.
"Can I help you?" AJ asked her.
"I'm looking for my son." She said eyeing AJ from head to toe.
"I think you have the wrong place." AJ said but the woman pushed right past her. "Um excuse me." AJ said narrowing her eyes at the woman.
"I'm Pamela Brooks." The woman said to her. "You must be my sons wife."
Dean arrived at the crowded bar and just the smell of the booze made him sick remembering how much he drank a few nights ago. It was loud, rowdy and not Bayley's scene at all. He saw a few people from work but not Corey or Bayley. He kept looking around trying to push through the people when he felt someone knock into him.
"Bayley." Dean said realizing it was her who rammed into him. She didn't look ok to him she looked very upset.
"Dean thank god." Bayley said to him and he frowned because he knew something was wrong. "Can you get me out of here?"
"What happened?" Dean asked her.
"I just can't even breathe in here please take me home." She begged and he nodded.
Dean wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pushed through the people until they reached the exit door. Once they hit the sidewalk Bayley pulled away and let out a breath.
"Are you ok?" Dean asked her.
"It's just not my kind of place." Bayley said shaking her head.
"Did something happen?" he asked her concerned. "Tell me."
"He just wouldn't stop." Bayley said to him and he narrowed his eyes. "I told him I just wanted to be friends but he kept trying to kiss me and I didn't want to but he made me…"
"Corey?" Dean asked her and she nodded. Dean headed straight back inside but Bayley grabbed his arm.
"No Dean don't fight." She pleaded. "Just don't tonight. I really want to go home."
"How far did he go with you?" Dean asked clenching his fists until they turned white.
"Just the kiss then I saw you and pushed away from him." Bayley said to him. "I didn't want to kiss him."
"I know." Dean said disgusted glaring towards the bar and contemplating whether to go back inside.
"Come on." She nodded for him to join her as she started to take a few steps towards the direction of home.
"Ok." Dean said giving in. He realized he'd being seen Corey at work on Monday anyway….
Punk walked inside the Penthouse prepared for AJ to jump on him but instead found his second worst nightmare sitting on his couch with a cup of tea.
"Holy shit." Punk said closing the door and looking at his mother.
"Is that how you greet your mother?" she asked standing up with a smile.
"You let her in here?" Punk asked AJ who was sitting across the room in a chair.
"She pushed her way in." AJ frowned glaring at her monster-in-law.
"Call the cops." Punk said to her.
"Stop it." His mother said annoyed. She seemed nice and normal, dressed nicely, spoke properly but in the hour she had been in the house she had insulted AJ the entire time. "Imagine my surprise to find out that one of my sons is married and the other one is back in prison. Why wasn't I called?"
"I wasn't sure how to reach you." Punk said innocently. "I haven't spoken to you in about ten years."
"I thought you told me your parents were dead?" AJ asked him and his mother seemed horrified.
"They are. To me at least." Punk said taking off his jacket. "You have to go Pamela."
"It's mom to you." She scolded.
"Look Pamela he seems a little upset how about we try this again another time?" AJ suggested standing up and trying to play peacemaker.
"It's Mrs. Brooks to you." Pamela shot at AJ.
"No it's not. She's had at least four different last names in the last twenty years." Punk said to AJ. "The only Mrs. Brooks in this house is you."
"I beg to differ." Pamela said to him.
"Don't come into my home and insult my wife." Punk warned her.
"Yes and what a lovely young lady." Pamela smiled. "She had no money, met you and now has a lot of it."
"Are you calling me a gold digger?" AJ asked stunned.
"AJ works with me she makes good money even if she didn't she wouldn't beg me for it like you do. Get out of my house." He said opening his door.
"I just wanted to talk to you about Mike." Pamela said to him.
"I have nothing to say about him." Punk shrugged holding the door open still. "He's dead to me."
"That's your brother Phillip." Pamela scolded. "We may not all be close but at the end of the day we are still a family."
"No my family is her." Punk said looking towards AJ.
"I'm not leaving until we talk." Pamela said to him.
"Maybe you should." AJ suggested to him.
"Listen to your pretty wife." Pamela said with a sarcastic smile.
"What do you want?" Punk asked still not closing the door.
"Mike needs better representation because his public defender isn't helping his case at all. We need you to pay for an attorney." Pamela told him and he just looked at her as if she had three heads.
"Ok." Punk said to her. "I have a great attorney I'll call him up right now."
"You will?" Pamela asked happily.
"No." Punk laughed. "Do you even know why he's in jail this time?"
"Something with writing checks and cashing them." Pamela said to him. "I spoke to him last week and he told me all about it. He said you'd be the best bet for a good attorney."
"He's in jail for kidnapping my wife." Punk said to her. "He held her in an attic for eight months."
"Oh please." Pamela laughed looking towards AJ who glared at his mother. "Mikey isn't like that. I'll never understand why you always make him out to be a villain."
"Because he is. He abuses women. He kidnapped my wife, he raped my ex-girlfriend-" Punk began to trail off.
"Stop it!" Pamela yelled at him.
"Why can't you ever see the truth where he's concerned? Ever since he was a fucking kid you've run around protecting him on those rare times you graced us with your time!" Punk yelled.
"He's a good boy." Pamela said stiffly. "And you've had this jealousy over him for so long you've made up stories about him-"
"He's a fucking sick twisted piece of shit who hurts women." Punk hissed at his mother who then slapped Punk across the face.
"I think you should leave now." AJ said walking over to the two. "Mike only called you and suggested you come here because he's trying to drive Phil insane. Don't be his pawn." She said to Pamela.
"I know my boy." Pamela said glaring at AJ. "Both of them as a matter of fact."
"Get out." Punk instructed as his face turned beat red.
"This isn't over Phillip. We will be discussing this further Mikey is your brother whether you like it or not." Pamela said to him then walked out the door.
"I swear you told me she was dead." AJ said to him.
"She could have been for all I know." Punk shrugged closing the door. "She's been married a bunch of times since she split. Each guy richer than the next she never gave a shit about me."
"She favored Mike huh?" she asked.
"Yea she does." Punk said annoyed. "The biggest fuck up and she thinks he's still the best thing that has ever happened to her."
"My parents always favored Robbie." AJ admitted.
"Did your parents ever give your Christmas gifts to your brother? Or did they ever forget your birthday completely?" Punk asked her.
"No. Robbie wouldn't have let me them anyway." She said with a small smile.
"She has some fucking nerve showing up here." Punk said to her. "Like I would do anything to help her or Mike?" he asked with a laugh but AJ frowned. "What?" he asked his wife.
"I kind of get it." AJ admitted.
"Are you kidding me right now? You of all people?" Punk asked stunned.
"I'm not saying to help him or her." AJ assured him. "All I'm saying is I kind of get where Pamela is coming from I mean Mike is her son no matter what he has done."
"What are you talking about?" Punk asked her.
"We're trying to have a baby and I keep thinking about what it will be like when we do. I mean I don't think I could ever turn my back on my son to begin with." AJ said to him. "I'd be fighting for him too and I'm sure you would too."
"True." Punk agreed with a nod. "But we wouldn't raise our children like she raised me and Mike. Also we won't abandon them like she did. She's a big part of the reason Mike is the way he is and I was almost ended up the same way."
"I don't believe that." AJ said shaking her head.
"Not with the raping women but getting into trouble with the law yea, I was almost locked up a few times. Fighting, stealing, you name it I've done it." Punk told her.
"But look at you now." AJ smiled. "You were young and Mike was all you had so you had to fit in."
"Paul gave me a shot." Punk reminded her.
"Paul saw something in you that is true but you applied to work at Marvel, you're the one who made the right first few steps." She pointed out. "You don't give yourself enough credit."
"Enough about her." He said to her. "Get dressed."
"I am dressed." She said looking down at her sweats.
"Something a little more upscale. I want to take my wife out to dinner." He said to her. "Somewhere nice."
"On a Saturday night in New York City?" she laughed. "Where do you think we're going to get into tonight that doesn't involve a dollar menu?"
"What makes you think I don't have something up my sleeve?" he asked amused. "Don't ever underestimate me."
"Ok let me shower first because I've been cleaning all day." She said to him. "How does the place look by the way?"
"Spotless." He assured her looking around the penthouse. "Hurry up and get ready because we need to leave here in half an hour."
"Ok, ok." She said hurrying off.
At dinner Punk managed to get a reservation at a small Italian restaurant, the same one he took AJ to on their first date.
"Do you remember the first time I took you here?" he asked eating a piece of bread.
"Yes." She smiled sweetly at him.
"I ripped the tag off of the dress you couldn't afford you were so mad at me." He laughed.
"That dress cost me a lot of me money." AJ said remembering.
"You've come along way." Punk noted. "Now here we are married and about to start a family together."
"I'm so happy." She beamed.
"So I've been thinking about that a lot actually." He admitted. "Starting a family with you."
"You changed your mind?" she asked unsure as to where this was going.
"No not at all." He assured her. "But do you really want to raise a kid in our apartment in this crowded City?"
"I never thought about it actually." She admitted.
"I mean our place is big in comparison to other places out here but we have two bedrooms and the spare one is my office which I kind of need. We could get a bigger place out here but there's no backyard, loud noises, loud people." He reminded her.
"So you want to move?" she asked him.
"Not far." He said to her. "I was thinking Brooklyn."
"Brooklyn." She said with a forced smile.
"Brooklyn has some great spots it's not all bad AJ." He said to her. "I know you don't have the best memories there and neither do I but there's some beautiful homes there with a front yard at least." He smirked. "I want a house not an apartment and if you're not happy with the idea of Brooklyn we can look into New Jersey." He suggested. "This way your parents will be near to help if we did have a baby."
"You've really put some thought into this huh?" she asked him.
"Yea I have." He said to her. "What do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea let's start looking." She said to him. "Maybe Jersey first? Brooklyn reminds me of your brothers pull-"
"His pull is gone." Punk reminded her.
"He gets out in ten years down the road and shows up at the park where our kids plays what do we do than?" she asked him.
"I kill him." Punk said simply as he sipped his water. "I won't make the same mistakes again that I did with you."
"I believe you." She said grabbing his hand from across the table.
"I just want to do better by you. I want to provide better for my family than mine did for me and this is a start. Family comes before anything if that means moving and putting up a white picket fence that's what I'll do." Punk said seriously.
"But is it what you want? I mean I'm sure you never envisioned this kind of life." She noted. "I want you to be as happy as I am."
"You being happy makes me happy and as for what I thought my life would be I never envisioned you coming into it. Never thought there would be a woman who would make me want all the things I wasn't worthy of having." Punk admitted. "I love you and I want to have a family with you."
"You really are the perfect guy aren't you?" she asked laughing.
"I don't like to brag…" he teased.
"Let's do it. Let's get out of Manhattan and get a bigger place." She said with a grin.
A few days later at work Punk was in his office going over sketches with Corey for his next comic.
"If you don't like my work find another artist." Corey growled at Punk who had turned down a ton of his mock-ups already.
"You're the best there is at this so I want you to do it I just want you to do it right." Punk said simply. "These look like you drew them up in five minutes because you forgot about our meeting. You can and will do better."
"I'm so sick of your shit." Corey said annoyed.
"You're not denying it's not your best work." Punk pointed out smugly.
"Are you still hating on me for fooling around with AJ ages ago?" Corey asked.
"Not at all. I hated you long before that." Punk reminded him casually.
"Is this about Bayley?" Corey asked him.
"No." Punk said slightly confused.
"Graves." Dean announced entering the office.
"Fuck." Corey muttered.
"You and me outside now!" Dean shouted and Punk stood up from behind his desk.
"I don't have time for this." Corey said annoyed. "And I'm in a meeting so get the fuck out."
"I don't mind." Punk smirked. "Go ahead."
"I'm not going outside with him." Corey said to him.
"I'll beat you up in here than." Dean shrugged taking his jacket off.
"Call security." Corey said to Punk.
"Dean is security." Punk reminded him. "Look don't fight in here you'll only piss Paul off." He said stepping between the two.
"I don't' give a shit! He's long overdue for this beating!" Dean yelled pointing at Corey who slowly backed away. "What the fuck were you thinking forcing yourself on Bales like that?"
"You did what?" Punk asked looking back at Dean.
"I was trying to get her to loosen up a bit." Corey said annoyed. "Don't make it out to be more than it was."
"She's a good girl and what you did was fucked up and you know it!" Dean yelled trying to take a step towards him.
"You were just locked up last week lets not go through that again." Punk suggested to Dean.
"He's a fucking disgusting pig!" Dean yelled.
"Yea I mean we all know that." Punk said to him with a laugh. "Is Bayley ok?"
"She is. I showed up at the right time." Dean said glaring at Corey over Punk's shoulder.
"That's all that matters than." Punk reminded Dean.
"No it isn't." Dean said to him. "Someone needs to teach this punk some manners!"
"And I'm sure someone will." Punk said looking back at Corey who rolled his eyes. "Just not you and just not right now."
"Fine." Dean said annoyed. "But I'm not done with you." He warned Corey. "Come around her again and I'll beat your pretty face in." he then walked out of the office and pushed right passed AJ who was walking in.
"Busy day?" she teased asking Punk.
"Never too busy for you." He replied smoothly.
"Hey AJ." Corey greeted but she folded her arms and looked away. "Oh not you too."
"I spoke to Bayley." AJ said still looking towards the wall.
"Fine fuck this place. Maybe I'd be better off in LA." Corey said storming out of the office.
"How is Bayley?" Punk asked her.
"She was upset about Corey but Dean made up for it." AJ said happily. "It's an unfortunate push but it still pushed them together. They even had their first date and didn't even tell me."
"The nerve." Punk mocked. "So what brings you by?"
"I was hoping for an office quickie." She said bluntly and he laughed.
"Seriously? Little miss do-gooder wants to have a quickie at work?" Punk asked amused.
"All that talk about moving and having kids really wants me to speed up this process she said locking his office door.
"You have a big couch in your office." Punk reminded her.
"I know I do but I'm here now." She reminded him.
"I'd love nothing more than to take your clothes off and throw you onto my desk but did you forget we have a business lunch?" he asked her.
"Oh crap." She said to herself. "I did actually."
"You're letting your marriage really distract you from work. I don't care how good looking your husband is you need to focus more on work." He teased.
"He's ok." She shrugged. "I'm using him for sex though."
"I'm sure he doesn't mind." Punk said to her. "The sex must be mind blowing if you married him."
"It's a solid 6 out of 10." She said to him and his face dropped. This game wasn't fun anymore.
"A 6?" he scoffed.
"What time is this lunch?" she asked him.
"Fuck the lunch." He said annoyed. "I'm about to blow of the entire thing and fuck you until you tell me I'm a 10."
"I was only kidding." She laughed. "But I do like the idea of that."
"A 6." He mumbled under his breath.
"Kidding!" she reminded him with a laugh.
"Some shit just isn't funny." He said to her.
AJ was sweating like never before as she on her hands and knees on her bed at home as Punk made love to her in the roughest way possible.
"Phil." She cried throwing her neck back and Punk leaned all the way over to kiss her as he gently cupped her neck. "How are you still standing?" she asked gripping the comforter beneath her.
"I'm motivated." He said as his hips rocked into her. "A fucking 6?"
"A joke baby! It was just a joke." She reminded him as her face tightened and she felt her body betray her again for what felt like the tenth time tonight.
"You called m won't stop until you come 6 times." He said as she clenched him and pushed past the discomfort and came himself inside of her.
"It hasn't been 6 times yet?" she asked stunned.
"Five. This was number five." He said fully pulling out of her and she fell face first onto the bed. "Want me to stop?"
"No." she said shaking her head as she rolled onto her back. She watched as he began to stroke himself to warm himself back up as he kept his eyes locked on his beautiful wife's body.
"I need a shower." She whined. "I'm all sticky and hot."
"Not yet." He said to her and she nodded eyeing him.
"Come here let me help." She said using her finger to wave him onto her body.
Punk hovered over her body using his hands to keep him up so he wouldn't squash her and he let her hands replace his and watched as she stroked him until he would get hard again.
"That's my girl." Punk grinned growing harder by the second.
"I'm waiting." She said pulling her hand away.
Punk pulled her up by her wrists so she was sitting up and joined her, sitting across from her. He tugged her over his lap and as he did he entered her. AJ moved up and down slightly as she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his neck….
An hour later after a long shower AJ walking in the bedroom and saw Punk was on his laptop.
"Come look at these places." He said to her and she crawled onto the bed wearing only one of his Marvel t-shirts. "This place is in Jersey." He said showing her pictures of a house. "I want to set up appointments to see some places on Saturday."
"It looks really nice." AJ said to him. "No matter where we look we have to make sure it's a good neighborhood and has good schools."
"Of course." Punk said to her. "This place is in Brooklyn. It's a townhouse no front lawn but a nice big deck in the back and a huge park across the street."
"That's pretty." AJ said resting her head on his shoulder and just watched as he showed her all the possible places they would be living.
"Do you have any requests for yourself? You want a gym or a pool or something?" he asked her.
"No I just want you." She said simply.
"That's a given." He snorted.
"Thank you." She said kissing his cheek.
"I haven't gotten us a house yet." He reminded her with a laugh.
"For everything." She said to him. "When I first met you I thought I'd be living in that hole in Brooklyn for the rest of my life."
"You changed your life all on your own I was just lucky enough to be there for the ride." He said to her. "You're the one that changed my life. So really I should be thanking you."
"You thank me everyday." She said sweetly and gave him a kiss.