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"I've ran the bath for you." Punk said, sitting on the edge of the bed, stripping his t-shirt off as AJ walked into their room. His need to avoid this situation they were in made her want to question it all the more.
"Phil." AJ said, "C'mon, don't avoid this."
"No, I'm not. You are. You don't need this. I'll handle it." He said.
"By doing what?" AJ asked, "Someone has been in our house and… put those chips there. Yet there was no sign of anyone breaking in." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly, "And you… just broke any sort of evidence that may have had fingerprints on it." She looked at him as he nodded.
"Yeah, well I got mad." Punk said.
"I saw that." AJ nodded.
"Your bath will be getting cold." He said, "You've had a long day. You should go." He nodded.
"Only if you come with me." She said as he turned to her, "Please." She nodded, tugging on his hand lightly as he sighed and nodded.
"Ok." Punk said as she smiled, standing up and pulling him away into the bathroom with her. She couldn't think of anything better than laying against him in the bath, closing her eyes and pretending everything was still perfect.
They got stripped off and into the bath. Punk lay behind whilst AJ lay in between his legs, resting her back against his chest whilst he rubbed shampoo through her hair, making it as comfortable as he possibly could for her.
"I think you could make me cum doing that." AJ admitted as Punk laughed, massaging his hands through her hair.
"I wouldn't be surprised with how you've been these past few months." He laughed a little as she smiled.
"Are you worried?" She asked him.
"It'd be stupid if I said no." Punk said, "Someone came into our house and put those chips there because what? They think they're gonna hear me talking about how I actually did murder those girls? Or how I did have something to do with it?" he asked, "They caught their killers. What have I got to do with it anymore?"
"I guess people still see you as… the guy who was at the murder scene. The guy who had blood on his pants." AJ said.
"Which I didn't put there." Punk said, "It's pretty well documented I was set up, so what do these people want?" He asked, "I guess it was dumb for me to think I could go on and have a normal life. I was still the guy who was put on death row, whether I was guilty or not." He said.
"But they have no right to intrude on your privacy like that." AJ said, "Whether or not we should have expected it or not." She said, "You're right. It's well documented that you were set up so… what is it these people are after?" She said.
"I don't know." Punk shook his head, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, "They obviously have nothing else to do." He said.
"What are you gonna do?" AJ asked him.
"I'm gonna go to the police, tell them about it, see what they can do. If they do nothing for me, maybe I'll contact Michael from Florida. He's about the only cop I've known to actually listen to people." He shook his head, "But you're the attorney, what can we do? Is this… is this legal what they're doing? I say they, I assume this is cops, feds, private investigators." He shrugged.
"It's not legal at all." AJ said, "Breaking into someone's house. Invading their privacy like that." AJ shook her head, "No, that's not legal. Not even for cops to do." She said.
"So I'll go to the station tomorrow, once I take that crib in, and I'll tell them what's going on, see what they say about it." He shrugged as AJ nodded, "Must be disappointing for the only thing they hear is us screwing in the kitchen." He said as AJ laughed to herself and nodded.
"I couldn't think of a bigger fuck you." AJ smiled as Punk nodded.
"It'll be alright." Punk nodded, "Maybe best getting new locks changed, some security alarms wired up. Doug knows a guy, he fitted them in the garage a year ago. I can ask him." He said as AJ nodded, "I don't want you to worry about this." He said, kissing her head over her wet hair as she rested back against him comfortably. It was the most comfortable she'd been all day, obviously because she was in his arms.
"I just don't want them to think they can haunt you with this just because you were the wrong guy they got." AJ said, "Yes, you were on death row for a few months and… it was pretty convincing you done it but… you're a free man and there's no reason for anyone to be snooping around our life." She said.
"Yeah." Punk agreed, "But you worrying isn't good for the baby." He said, "Maybe that's why you didn't feel so good today." He said as she nodded.
"Yeah, I think that played a part." She agreed with him, "She must have sensed I didn't feel good." She frowned, placing her hand on her tummy.
"Well we can't have that." He said, "I don't want either of my girls worrying." He said as she smiled.
"Your girls." She smiled to herself, "She's gonna have you so whipped." She laughed a little as Punk nodded.
"Yeah, I can't disagree." Punk nodded, "If she's anything like you I'll just be suckered into anything." He said as AJ smiled.
"You're gonna be a good daddy." She smiled, "She's lucky to have you." She said. She already knew he was going to be the best dad. A mix of being protective, and fun, and caring, and embarrassing which every little girl needed. And she was so glad every day to wake up with him, knowing that it was his baby she was having. He wouldn't ever be anything less than the man she loved. He was irreplaceable, she'd found that out the hard way. He was her first love, her only love, and she was so glad he was by her side for this.
"She's lucky to have you." Punk replied, kissing her neck as AJ smiled, rolling her head to the side, "We'll get this sorted out." He whispered to her as she nodded and relaxed, feeling his hands roam her body under the water as she smirked.
"I think we should get out now." She whispered longingly as Punk smirked.
They got out and Punk carried her through to the bedroom, placing her down in the centre of the bed, both of them still wet as he climbed over her, settling between her legs and kissing her neck as she smirked and rolled her head back.
"Mmm, baby. I want you so much." She whispered desperately, wrapping her legs around his waist as his length found its way inside her, treading his fingers through her wet hair as he began moving in and out of her.
"Fuck." Punk groaned, thrusting deep in and out of her, running his hands up her body, cupping her breasts as she moaned out.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that." AJ moaned blissfully, "Don't stop." She whispered, cupping his neck and pulling him down as she pressed her lips against his whilst he continued to thrust into her, fulfilling all her needs as she moaned out in all her pleasure.
The night went on and during her pregnant state AJ seemed to never get enough, and it was also the best way for them to forget about everything they had to deal with.
AJ straddled his hips whilst he thrust up into her, a little more difficult with her bump but managing just fine as she placed her hands on her chest. It was her favourite position whilst pregnant and was her favourite way to let go.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." AJ moaned loudly, "Don't stop." She panted, her hair now damp as she lowered her face down to his where he ran his fingers through her hair, thrusting up into her hard as she moaned out.
"Fuck, April." Punk groaned, feeling his own release creeping up on him, placing his hands on her hips whilst thrusting up into her as she met his thrusts on the way there.
"Baby, please make me cum." AJ moaned, cupping his face and moaning to herself with every thrust he made, "Right there!" She moaned over and over again, finally reaching her release as she let out a loud moan, his name rolling off her tongue over and over again as she felt her juices run out of her, collapsed over him as she kissed his neck with thanks.
"Fuck." Punk moaned to himself as he came straight after her, moaning into her ear as he spilled himself inside her as she smiled, turning her head and looking at him as he moaned whilst spilling every drop he had inside her.
"You're so sexy when you cum." She grinned, kissing the corner of his mouth as he laughed a little whilst breathing heavily, still buried inside of her until she lay over beside him, pulling the sheets over herself and trying to find her own normal breathing pattern, "Oh." AJ jumped a little, placing her hand on her stomach as Punk turned to her.
"What?" Punk shook his head.
"She's kicking." AJ smiled.
"That just weirds me out." Punk shook his head, "It's like she knows what we're doing."
"All she knows is that her mommy is happy. She doesn't know the details." AJ shoved him.
"Whatever you say." He said as she smiled, curling in against him.
"I guess that defeated the purpose of the bath." She said as he nodded and laughed.
"Yeah, I guess." Punk said.
"Everything is gonna be alright, isn't it?" She asked him, looking up at him as he looked down at her.
"Of course it is." He nodded, placing a soft kiss on her head as she relaxed into his body. She could only hope it would be.
It was still early in the morning when Punk was woken up by the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand, he turned to AJ who had woke up by the sound of it also, turning on the light on the bedside table, screwing his eyes up and sitting up against the headboard as AJ looked up.
"Who is it at this time?" AJ asked, looking to the clock which read 5am.
"Dean." Punk said, screwing his eyes up at his phone as AJ sat up, wearing one of Punk's t-shirts, having put it on before they had fallen asleep earlier on, "Read the newspaper. Not good." Punk read the text message out as he turned to AJ who shook her head.
"He knows we don't read the paper." AJ shook her head, "It's 5 in the morning." She shook her head tiredly.
"I'll go online and read it." Punk shook his head curiously as AJ watched him on his phone, looking on as he got the newsfeed up, watching his eyes as they followed the articles until she saw him pause on one, his eyebrows raising.
"What?" AJ shook her head with worry, "What is it?" She said as he passed her the phone to let her read the headline.
She took the phone from him and read the headline to herself as well as the mini introduction.
Behind the man who escaped death row. Was it just a matter of time anyway? Did they get it right?
Phillip Brooks, sentenced to death just a few months ago managed to get his one way ticket out of prison and back in amongst the public, but is he really the innocent man we've all been told he is? After spending time with various foster parents, getting wrapped up in a relationship with a mentally ill woman, in and out of juvenile detention centres, is there any shock this man ended up on death row?
AJ stopped herself from reading any further, turning to Punk who looked ready to burst into flames, not knowing what to say or think.
A/N: Let me know what you think!