Punk leapt out his car as extra cop cars, fire engines and ambulances pulled up. Nothing could have held him back from running straight into the house. It was just natural movement for him. He would sacrifice anything for AJ, even if it meant sacrificing himself. He promised he would protect her. They'd come so far. He wasn't breaking that promise now.
He took his jacket off, placing it over his mouth as he looked around downstairs, the whole place burning to a crisp. He knew he had limited time here. Any minute the roof would no doubt cave in. He tried so hard to find her downstairs, but she wasn't there.
He ran upstairs, running into their bedroom to find the bedroom door locked. But that meant nothing to him, it only took him a swift kick to break the lock, bursting through the room, looking over at her lying on the floor at the bottom of the bed. It seemed that the bedroom was the only place which there wasn't fire, but the smoke had clearly seeped out from under the door. Everyone knew it wasn't the fire that killed you, it was the smoke.
"April… April, sweetheart c'mon." He scuttered to her side, lifting her up quickly, begging for a response from her, "Please hang on baby. I'm… I'm gonna get you out of here." He placed her jacket over her, particularly her mouth and nose area, to hide any smoke for her to inhale.
At this point he didn't know anything. He didn't know what the three remaining Albanian men had done to her. Whether she was out cold from the smoke or out cold from their doings. Either way was painful to think about, and he had to get her to safety immediately.
He ran out of the bedroom, heading downstairs and straight out the door, crumbled ash over his face, his hands equally covered which were shaking from how tight he was holding AJ in his arms. His eyes screwed up at the immediate sunlight, feeling a paramedic rip AJ from his arms immediately.
"She's pregnant… please, make sure she's ok." Punk asked whilst following behind the rushing paramedic in desperation.
"She's in good hands now." The paramedic said whilst placing AJ on to a gurney, to which Punk reached out and grabbed her hand. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she had been hurt, or their baby had been hurt. He could only hope and pray that she'd be ok.
"Are you coming with her?" The paramedic asked as Punk nodded immediately as the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance.
"Is she ok?" Paul asked immediately, rushing to Punk.
"I don't know. I gotta go." Punk shook his head, stepping into the back of the ambulance, taking a seat beside AJ and latching his hand onto hers as his house began to get taped off, whilst fire men were in securing the place and putting out the fire.
Punk had been sitting outside in the waiting room for about an hour since he had arrived with AJ, who was immediately taken away. He was a mess. He couldn't stop his legs from shaking. He thought she would have been safe with cops protecting the house, but clearly he hadn't thought it all through.
He couldn't live with himself if she had been severely hurt and damaged, or their baby had been put at risk. He'd blame only himself.
"April Mendez?" The nurse approached out the room, looking amongst the waiting people, watching as Punk jumped up immediately, practically running to her.
"Is she ok?" He asked, "Is she hurt? What about the baby?"
"April is doing just fine." The nurse nodded, "She's awake now. She had a few bumps and bruises from what we can see, but she's just fine." The nurse said as Punk sighed with relief, running his hand through his face, "We're gonna take a look at the baby now. April was asking for you to come in. Is that ok?" She asked as Punk nodded immediately, following the nurse in, not being able to wait to see AJ well and smiling, hopefully.
The subject of AJ being ok had been cleared, but he still didn't know what had happened, and their baby had yet to be examined.
"Hey." Punk smiled softly, watching AJ look up with a smile, "How are you?" He asked, walking round the bed, taking a seat beside and taking her hand.
"I was so scared." She trembled.
"I know." Punk sighed, "I know, but you're safe now." He pressed a kiss on her head, "We can talk later, let's make sure the baby is ok." He told her, rubbing the palm of his hand over her hand that he was holding in his opposite hand as she nodded.
"How far along are you, April?" The nurse asked whilst prepping AJ for the sonogram, running the probe along her stomach to show up a fuzzy back and white picture on the monitor.
"Twelve weeks." AJ said.
Everything had happened so fast. One minute she was being attacked, next she was here in hospital, safe. Everything had happened so quickly, but it didn't mean she wouldn't remember it. The fear and the pain. Feeling like they would never leave her alone.
Punk watched as the nurse looked at the monitor oddly, trying to examine the picture with screwed up, worried eyes, "Everything is ok… right?" He said as the nurse placed the probe down.
"Excuse me for one second." She smiled politely, heading away out of the room as AJ rolled her head back on the pillow, turning to face Punk with so much helplessness. They couldn't lose their baby. She didn't know how she'd cope with that.
No words were exchanged between her and Punk. There was nothing either could say to describe the want and wait that was killing them. So much had happened, and the outcome of it all couldn't be them losing their baby, who they'd both grown to love and adore in the short time they'd known about him/her.
They waited in silence, hand latched into each others as a more official doctor came through the door with the nurse who had previously been examining the baby.
"Ok, guys. Let's take a look at the baby, alright?" The doctor smiled politely, running the probe back over AJ's stomach, looking on at the monitor to make sure what he was seeing was correct.
"Is something wrong?" AJ dreaded to ask.
"No… no nothing is wrong." The doctor said, "Have you ever talked with your midwife about, multiple births?" The doctor turned to the couple who both shook their head with confusion at the same time.
"What?" Punk said.
"You see that?" The doctor pointed out two different bodies, "You got yourself twins in there. Congratulations."
"Oh my God." AJ placed her hand over her mouth, turning to Punk who looked like he was ready to fall off his chair.
"Two babies?" Punk asked.
"Two babies." The doctor nodded, "We'll give you both a moment." He said, exiting the room with the nurse as AJ turned back to Punk.
"Twins." She gasped, not even believing that they were going to have one baby still, but two. It was incredible, and yet absolutely terrifying, for both of them.
"Two kids." Punk placed his hand on his forehead.
AJ was allowed to go home after being given the all clear. There was still so much to be said between her and Punk, and they couldn't even go to the comforts of their own home as it was burnt to a crisp and cordoned off. They had to rent out a motel for the night, until Punk could figure out where they could go until they found some place else, or their house got refurbished. He didn't know if it was able to even be refurbished.
They were both still in shock with the revelation of being told they were going to have twins. Punk assumed he would have been more surprised, but since he was so worried about if the baby was ok, and if AJ was ok, being told there was another little bundle in there didn't even phase him. The worry and panic would soon settle in though.
"You comfy?" Punk asked AJ who had just gotten herself propped up on the couch in their small motel room. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to tell him what happened with the Albanians. He had to know. He had a right to know.
"Yeah." AJ nodded with a tired smile. She was exhausted and taken out by the danger of today's bringing's. She was slightly worried about carrying twins. She wasn't even expecting the first baby, never mind the second one, but she knew her and Punk would work their way around it, and be the best parents they could be to their twins.
She knew she would have to tell him what happened with her and the three, dangerous men who had intruded into their house to hurt her. She didn't want to, but he had so much of a right to know.
"If you wanna catch an early night and get to sleep, we can talk in the morning." He spoke soothingly, "It's been a horrible day for you. I can't imagine how scared you must have been." He said.
"I'd rather talk about it now, that way I can sleep peacefully tonight with you knowing." She admitted as he sat beside her, nodding as he reached out for her hand.
"What'd they do to you?" He asked, hoping that his girlfriend, the mother of his babies, the girl he loved, wasn't hurt in ways that he wouldn't be able to deal with. All that was said would be news, and he was all ears now.
"They didn't hurt me in the way you're probably thinking they did." She told him to his relief, "There was three of them. I got home from work and went into the kitchen. I heard the front door open and I thought it was you, so I ran out. And then I felt a hand around my mouth and body, pulling me through the living room and back into the kitchen." She explained, "The guys English was terrible. He had me up against the wall. He kept grabbing my hair. But I remembered you telling me not to show anyone who was trying to hurt me fear. So I didn't. I told him not to hurt me, and that I had nothing to do with anything." She said as he nodded, "I kicked him and ran upstairs, locked myself in our bedroom, put furniture over the door. I thought it'd be impossible for him to get in. But that's when two other guys came." She said.
"What'd they look like?" He asked her.
"They were skinny, one had a tattoo on his face. They were all dressed in black. Pretty tanned." She said, "They began shooting at the door and managed to open it, pushing the furniture away." She said, "One of them… one of them bent me over the bed." She said as Punk ran his hands over his face, leaning forward, not being able to look her in the eye, "They were always grabbing my hair, digging their hands into my skin. They touched me and hit me..." She turned around to him as he looked at her, so much grief and sorrow hanging over him.
"But they never..." He paused.
"No." She said immediately, "My clothes were on the entire time." She told him, "It was still horrifying. Their hands were still on me, and they were still, hurting me, making me feel this big." She held out her shrinking fingers.
"I'm so sorry, April." He apologised, "If I knew those cops outside looking over the house were shot sooner, I would have got to you quicker." He said, "You shouldn't have had to suffer like that." He shook his head. She was being so strong right now. Incredibly strong, and he knew it was because of their babies that were keeping her head held high.
"You didn't know." She said, "I'm safe now. That's all that matters." She said, "I'm just glad it's all over, and… the babies are ok." She placed her hand on her stomach, still not believing that they were having twins. It was insane.
"Babies." Punk laughed with a smile, running his hand through his hair, not believing it himself that they were having twins, "We don't have to live in fear anymore, April. It's all over." He told her as she rested her head on his shoulder, taking a deep sigh of 'finally.' She was so glad it was over.
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