AJ woke up the next morning, in the soft comfort of the motel sheets. White and soft. Comfortable, but cold in a way that didn't feel like home. Their house had been burnt to a crisp. Just before they went to bed last night, falling asleep to the sound of the TV in the corner of the room whilst Punk held her tummy, whispering thanks for keeping them both safe throughout all this chaos, Punk had received a phone call saying that the house was beyond refurbishment. He was lucky to have gotten to AJ when he did.
"Where are we gonna go?" AJ asked Punk, curled into him in the double bed whilst he seemed to be in a world of his own.
"I don't know." He said honestly, "Somewhere that you're comfortable and safe. Hopefully we can find a new place before Christmas." He said, "I can go stop by the house to see if anything was saved from the fire, but I doubt it." He sighed. Everything had been ruined, and that was exactly what the Albanians were aiming. Not only did they want to ruin his house, but his girlfriend also.
He hated the thought of them putting their hands on her. She was too brave and proud to tell him how scared she really was. She was too strong to break down and cry in front of him, because he seen in her eyes, how terrified she was just by telling him last night what had happened. But she was safe now. And it was all over.
"I'm sure your brother could put us up for a few nights." She said as he nodded.
"Yeah." Punk nodded, "I'll give him a call." Punk told her. In a way he was disappointed with himself that he hadn't got to AJ sooner. He wished he could have got to her before she was touched, and hurt and frightened the way she was. He knew he couldn't always look back on it and blame himself, or else they could never move on from it all, but he was mentally mad with himself, "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"I'm ok." She nodded, shifting around in bed, "A bit sore." She admitted as he nodded.
At this time of year, everything was meant to be wonderful and warm, but they just had to conquer something so cold and horrible. He just wanted to take care of AJ, it was all he ever wanted to do, and now that he had cleared her name out of the hands of some dangerous men, he felt like a ton of weights had been lifted from him.
"I'm gonna take a shower." He told her as she nodded, turning around to him and feeling him press a kiss on her cheek before getting out of bed, walking around the bed in just his boxers, walking through into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him as she sat up in the bed.
She could sense darkness still hanging over him. She knew he was mad at himself for her being hurt, but she just wanted him to know that she really was ok, and their babies… their babies were just fine. That was all she really cared about. She was terrified, and she was put in uncomfortable and unwanted situations, but she was ok now, and she was safe again. She just wanted to move on. She didn't want him beating himself up about it for the rest of their lives.
She got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, supporting Punks t-shirt as a night dress on her, since they didn't have any clothes with them, or pyjamas in her case.
She walked through the door, closing it behind her, hearing the shower, the condensation running down the shower slides as his frame shadowed through it. She didn't want him to be sad. He was still her hero, regardless of how early or late he was at finding her. He'd wiped out a whole ton of men who would at one point come after her. He had saved her more than he realised.
She stripped the t-shirt off from her body, unhooking her bra clasp as well as taking off her panties, opening up the shower doors and walking in as he looked up, the warm water spraying down his back.
"Why are you so sad?" She asked him, slowly wrapping her arms around her neck as he looked down at her.
"I should have got to you quicker. You wouldn't have had to deal with them. You wouldn't have got hurt." He sighed as she shook her head.
"Baby, I'm fine. That's all that matters. I'm safe now. Yeah, I was terrified and I was begging for you to come. The feeling of not knowing what they were going to do to me was terrifying, but I'm fine. Our babies are fine." She smiled, "Because of you, we don't have to live in fear anymore. I don't have to be frightened everytime I go to work, or go to the grocery store." She said, "Thank you." She smiled.
"You have nothing to thank for me." He looked down at her, "You could have died, April. I could have lost you. I… I'm never usually that slow with things. I never even thought about them getting past the cops at the house." He sighed, "I'm sorry you had to go through everything. The thought of them hurting you, touching you, putting their hands on you..." He sighed as she looked down away from him, "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I should have got to you."
"You can't keep saying that. Or else… we'll never be able to move on. It's all over." She reminded him. She had no idea where she was pulling all this strength from. She was normally timid and terrified of any darkening situation, but for some reason she had gained strength, and was able to look past everything, because soon enough, this was all just going to be a bad memory, and they were going to be moving on with their life, with twins, a new home hopefully, and a better life with one another. That was her motivation to get through this.
"I can't afford to ever lose you. Or our babies." He told her. He'd never ever been acquainted to the idea of having a family. He was barely ok with the idea of having a girlfriend not that long ago, but now he didn't know where he'd be without AJ, and the thought of having twins with her warmed his heart.
"You won't." She cupped his cheeks, "I promise." She said, leaning up and pressing her lips against his, feeling his hands snake around her, lifting her up in sudden movement, pressing her against the wall in the shower as the water continued to spray down his back.
He loved this moment. He loved knowing she was ok. When he pulled up to the house yesterday, and seen the flames roaring through the house, out the window, it absolutely terrified him. In fact, he was convinced his heart dropped a few beats. He was completely terrified, but having her here now, safe, as well as their babies, who he had yet to really acknowledge as two, he had to take that in and thank himself lucky, instead of continuing to beat himself up for not getting to her in time. She was right. What mattered was she was ok, and she was.
He ran his hands up her curvy sides, sliding them so easily up and down as her body was slippery from the warm water soaking her. He couldn't resist her. He could never push her away. Exploring her body and making her feel good was one of his favourite things to do.
He tangled his mouth with hers as he kept her steady off the ground, comfortably latching her body around his, her legs tangled around him whilst she ran her hands up and down his back, moaning into their kiss at the feeling of his body pressed against his.
"Phil… Oh, God..." She moaned, turning her head as his kiss fell to her neck, serenading her sweet, tanned skin in at the curve of her neck. She had become much more sensitive since falling pregnant. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy it, and everything felt so much more free when being intimate with one another.
He slipped his hardened length inside her sweet awaiting folds, not waiting on anything, already feeling her soaking wet, and not from the shower water.
"Oh… yes, baby." She gasped, gripping his shoulder as he thrust into her with with all the emotion that had been feeling these past few weeks, relieving himself from it all, her sweet and clenched walls gripping onto him with every thrust he gave.
"Shit… you feel so good." He groaned, looking into her eyes whilst his hips buckled against hers, holding her by the hips, not being able to help look at how beautiful she looked, how much pleasure he could conflict upon her, it astounded him.
"You feel amazing inside me… just, a little faster." She whispered in his ear as he laughed.
"Never satisfied, are you?" He nudged her neck with his nose, pressing gentle kisses on the sweet, tanned skin, speeding up inside her as she got impatient, feeling her nails dig into his shoulders.
"Mmm… Oh, God, baby… that's it. Just like that." She moaned.
"Shit, April..." He moaned, not being able to help himself, her walls closing around him comfortably, so wet and warm inside, watching as his name tumbled from her lips over and over again whilst her legs drew tighter around him, her body quaking with her release just fingertips away from reaching.
"Oh, Phil… I'm gonna… Oh yes!" She moaned as her body shook at the power of her orgasm, clutching on to Punk for dear life as she grew light headed, and everything in her mind just freely flew out, nothing but pleasure and ecstasy in her eye level.
He wasn't far behind her, filling her completely with his warm seed, grunting against her neck and lips whilst feeling his release take over him, her own orgasm having spurred him on. Her body was still shaking and tingling as he held her, resting his forehead against her shoulder whilst he'd gone soft after spilling everything inside her.
"Mmm… that felt good." She moaned, rolling her head back whilst Punk lifted his head with a smile.
"Yeah?" He laughed, "I couldn't tell. I was too busy watching your legs shake around me." He joked as she laughed, pressing her forehead against his, "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too."
Punk had dropped AJ off later on at his brothers, who had agreed to let them stay until they could find a place, whilst he headed over to his house, where police officers were still around along with Paul.
"How is she?" Paul asked immediately when seeing Punk pull up to what once was his good conditioned house.
"She's fine." Punk said, "Few scrapes and bruises, but she'll be ok." He nodded, "Did you get the registration plate I sent to you last night?" Punk asked, having sent the car plate of the Albanians to Paul before he zoned out last night.
"Yeah." Paul nodded, "They got on a boat. We only managed to track them so far. We think they were heading to France. Either way, there's only three of them left, they can't do much damage, the rest are all wiped out. Either dead, or in jail, and your boy, Jamie… he's doing three years for moving drugs across seas. Some of the other guys got more than him, three years it's pretty minor from my perspective anyway." Paul said as Punk nodded, "Well done. You and Rollins worked good together on this. And I'm sorry that April got hurt." He said as Punk just shook his head.
"It's ok. She's safe now." Punk said, "What about my house? Am I going to be able to refurbish it, or should I just look for a new place?" Punk asked.
"I'll help you settle into a new place before Christmas. I don't want you and your pregnant girlfriend to become the Mary and Joseph of Illinois, wandering around the streets looking for a place to have your baby." He laughed as Punk raised his eyebrows.
"You're quoting Jesus stories with me?" Punk shook his head.
"That's right. Forgot you didn't believe in any of that rubbish." Paul laughed.
"Yeah, I don't. And plus, Jesus was one guy. I'm having..." He paused, "I'm having two kids." He said, hearing the words echo, having not really acknowledged it very well yet. Now he was alone and thinking properly, it was all beginning to sink in.
"Twins?" Paul smiled, "Congrats, my boy." He patted Punk on the back with a loud thud.
"Yeah." Punk nodded, "Twins." He gulped loudly.
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