Bump

"Anything?" Anna asked the next morning, after walking down a row of offices and into a particular one where an older woman sat behind her desk.

"Nothing particularly interesting." The short haired woman named Jean said, "But… she's pregnant." Jean said, "Still early from what I've heard." She said as Anna took her coat off and sat down across from the desk, "Anything from the brother?"

"No. Nothing." Anna shook her head, "She's really pregnant?" She asked as Jean nodded and looked across at her.

"What? You wanna go congratulate her?" Jean asked cheekily.

"No, I just-"

"May I remind you that you get paid for doing this and you are bringing nothing to the table here." Jean shook her head.

"Well maybe that's because there's nothing to bring anyway." Anna said, "I'm a journalist not a spy." She reinforced, "What I've done is illegal."

"It's for business. That's all." Jean said.

"They've caught the killers. One of them is dead. Two are in prison." Anna said, "So what is it you want me to get out of this? I'm messing with people's feelings here." She said as Jean laughed.

"Don't act so high and mighty." Jean smiled, looking across at her, "Don't tell me you've got feelings for that man." She laughed to herself as Anna looked across at her and stayed silent.

"They're just trying to live their lives now." Anna said, "What you want to hear from them isn't going to happen. What you want to hear from him…" She emphasised.

"Anna." Jean said, "Do you know what would happen if we uncovered that the apparently innocent man, freed from death row, actually did have something to do with that notorious murder?" She asked, "I'm talking big numbers. More attention." Jean nodded.

"You can't uncover something that isn't there." Anna told her, "I've put chips in their freaking kitchen." She shrieked, "I… I paid that stupid idiot at the reunion to start a fight." She rolled her eyes, "You just need to face it that what you're looking for… you're not gonna find." She said, "So I'm done with this."

"You're not done with this." Jean hissed, "You're not done with this until I say you're done, young lady." She spat.

"You can't tell me what to do, mom." Anna shook her head, looking across at her own flesh and blood.

"I can. Your job depends on it." Jean said, "Your job that you love so dearly. You'd never write again." She warned as Anna looked across at her, "I'd make sure of it." She emphasised as Anna gulped, "How bad can it be, Anna? You're getting to sleep with a man every night, pretend you're living this wonderful life… it's not like I'm asking you to murder anyone." She laughed as Anna sighed.

"You're messing with things that doesn't need to be messed with, just for the sake of… being on top and having something fresh to have everyone talking." Anna said, "Phil was taken off of death row a lot of months ago now, he's in a new house, he's having a baby… why are you trying to make things difficult for him when he's completely innocent?" She asked.

"Because what if there is more to it, Anna?" Jean asked, "What if there's something he's hiding. Could you imagine us being the one to have the first story on it? To reveal it all." Jean smirked, "Just keep doing what you're doing. Ok? Report back to me on anything worth mentioning." She said.

"I am your daughter. Not your slave." Anna shook her head, standing back up.

"In here you are my worker, and I like my workers to be… doing work." She looked across at Anna fiercely, "So go on. Try and not be a disappointment… for just once." She nodded as Anna put her coat back on and left the office.

"So we're not telling people then? Aka Dean?" AJ asked, standing in the kitchen, having breakfast before they both left for work.

"I thought you wanted to wait until your next scan. Isn't that when we've got the go ahead that everything is really ok?" He asked her.

"Yeah. I guess it's best to just wait until then." AJ nodded, "I wonder when I'll start gaining weight." She said, placing her hand on her tummy over her dress as she looked down whilst Punk smiled. Ever since they got home from their scan yesterday, it was like she really was glowing. She had this essence of happiness around her, and that made him incredibly happy, "Will you still love me when I'm all fat and big?" She asked him as he smiled.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "You're gonna be so sexy. I can't wait." Punk smirked as she smiled, "Can we still have sex?" He wondered suddenly as she laughed.

"Yeah." AJ assured him.

"Seems kinda wrong, doesn't it?" He said, "Like… what if my… what if it sees it?"

"Oh, Phil. Don't be ridiculous." AJ slapped his arm, "Do you normally reach my intestines and uterus?" She asked him and scoffed.

"I'm just concerned about the baby, that's all." Punk said freely.

"Baby will be fine. Baby appreciates sex according to my books." AJ nodded. She'd already been getting stuck into the pregnancy books the hospital had given her.

"Well that's weird." Punk cringed.

"Well, that was my own context." AJ assured him, "Think of it as this, you're keeping me healthy, I'm keeping the baby healthy. We're all doing our part, even though it's mostly me." She nodded.

"Well, anything I can do to help." Punk nodded as she smiled.

"Mhm." She nodded, "When are you home tonight?" She asked, putting her coat on.

"6pm finish but I could be later with a few drop ins." Punk said, clearing up the dishes from breakfast as she nodded.

"I'll be home around then too." AJ nodded, "I gotta go. I'll see you later." She said, rushing over to him, pressing a loud kiss on his cheek, "Have a good day." She told him.

"Yeah, you too." Punk said as AJ left the house where he eventually left after her to go to work.

Later that night, Punk got home from a long day at work and when walking into the living room, he saw AJ was laid up on the couch fast asleep, her arm dangling off the edge of the couch, weakly holding onto her book which was close to dropping.

It made him smile and he took the book from her and made sure she was comfortable, throwing a blanket over her and pressing a kiss on her head softly. He was glad she was taking this as such a positive, not that he expected her to take it as a negative, but it was a big thing, and for both of them to be calming the other down, it helped.

Punk went for a shower, feeling fresh and clean after a long, hard day at work, putting some comfortable shorts and t-shirt on before going back downstairs, walking into the living room where he saw AJ was awake and sitting up.

"Hey." He smiled as she looked up at him tiredly and smiled, "Tired?" He smiled softly, walking over to her and sitting down as she nodded and sighed, "Tough day at the office?" He asked.

"Yeah, Liz sent me home." AJ nodded.

"What? Why?" Punk asked her with concern, "Are you feeling ok?"

"I just feel down." She said quietly, looking up at him, "Tired and sad." She nodded as he frowned, "Just hit me." She shook her head, as if frustrated, "I've been sleeping since I came home." She told him.

"Are you stressed? Overworking?" Punk asked her, wrapping his arm around her as she rested into him. He wasn't foreign to her depressive cycles. He knew what to do, what to say and how to help her, but he just hated to see her in them, especially when they sprung on her so quickly.

"I think just everything going on this past week. Going from being elated to… pausing for a second and… stressing myself out about all the things that could go wrong." She sighed to herself, "I wish my brain just… functioned like a normal person." She shook her head.

"Hey, you are normal." Punk said, "It's ok to feel like this. You're right, a lot has gone on and… we've not had a chance to let it really digest." He nodded, "I'm here for you… whatever you need to get through this little bump." He smiled to her, brushing her hair from her face as she nodded and smiled.

"I just feel like shit." She said, resting her head on his shoulder. After spending an hour or so in her office this morning, the stress of work lead her to thinking about the stresses of being pregnant, the stresses of having that pressure on her, and suddenly She started thinking about everything that could go wrong, and it just swept over her like dark cloud and suddenly she felt so much more heavier, and tired, and down. She started wondering if she could really be a good mother, if she had the patience and the kindness, because her own mother certainly didn't. All the thoughts became too much and before she knew it she was asleep on the couch trying to discard all her thoughts.

"It's ok." Punk nodded, kissing the side of her head, "Just take some time out. Do what's best for you." He said. Her disorder wasn't foreign to him. He'd been there since the get go and knew that it was unpredictable. It was way more stable than before, and she definitely had more control over her cycles, and she most likely knew when she was about to go into one, but that didn't mean that it still didn't get her down. He knew his job was just to be there for her, understand her, and help her in any way he possibly could.

"I just want to sleep." She sighed, cuddling into him with the blanket wrapped around her as he wrapped his arm around her and held her close to his body.

"Close your eyes, baby." Punk nodded softly as she sighed, closing her eyes over. She had been so happy, on cloud nine even, thinking about the positivity and excitement of having their first child, that she was suddenly hit by the alarming thoughts of what if. Now she just wanted to sleep and take a time out.

A/N: Let me know what you think!