Within the next few days, AJ and Punk had came home with baby Harleen, trying their best to carry on with home life, whilst making sure to visit their son in hospital who was still very weak and unhealthy to come home yet.

It broke AJ's heart that her twins were apart from one another so far, and it hurt her everytime she had to pull away from the hospital and from her son, but he was getting better, slowly but surely.

Although feeling strong again, she felt like Punk had been becoming more distant these few days. He barely said anything whilst in the hospital with Caleb. They'd normally spend around an hour each day, three times, being by the baby boys side. They'd taken Harleen a few times, and Sean had watched her too, giving them their own time with Caleb. But each time, Punk had just sat and stared into another world. She didn't want it to be so upsetting. She wanted to live on the belief that their son was getting better and would be able to come home soon, but her boyfriend wasn't really helping her in it all.

She understood it was hard, but they didn't need to shut each other out. She needed him to be strong, and be positive, otherwise how else was she meant to believe anything?

She was really enjoying her home comforts again although it pained her to be away from her son. The comfort her own bed was soothing, and even though Harleen was keeping them up every now and then during the night, it felt good to be getting good nights sleep. She wasn't worrying herself about Caleb when she knew her son was a fighter, and would pull through. Before she knew it, they'd be taking him home too. She could only hope.

"You ready?" AJ asked Punk who had just finished changing Harleen after her bottle. He was getting the hang of things, and he was shaping up to be a terrific father. She could watch him lie with Harleen on his chest all day, but she could sense he was solemn.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, placing Harleen in her car seat, strapping the baby girl in and heading out to the car whilst AJ locked the door.

She jumped into the passengers side whilst Punk got into the drivers seat, pulling out of the drive right away and getting on route to the hospital. She hated how much their relationship was suffering because of what had happened. She was upset at first, and it did feel like the end of the world, but once she realised that her son was born a Brooks, and was going to pull through this, she had all the hope and belief she was ever gonna need.

"I was thinking… maybe when Caleb gets home we could have a little party." She turned to him as he kept his narrow eyes on the road, "My mom wants to come visit soon anyway to see them, and so does my sister and friends. It doesn't have to be anything big, I mean..."

"Let's just focus on him getting better first, AJ." He said bluntly.

"I just thought it'd be something to look forward to." She shrugged, "He will come home eventually, Phil. You know that, right?" She said. She believed their son would be home soon, and she wanted him to aswell, otherwise he'd just go insane the way she was the first day.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Well from where I'm sitting it looks like you don't." She tested as he rolled his eyes, "Don't roll your eyes at me." She spat as he stayed silent, driving along the road and turning in to the hospital car park eventually, nothing but silence deafening him in the car. Harleen was fast asleep after being fed and changed, and his girlfriend was relatively mad, looking out the window and cursing under his breath.

He was finding it all rather tough. Not just adjusting to father life at home for Harleen, but rushing back and forth from the hospital to be with Caleb, where he and AJ would sit around him for at least an hour, and just look at him. None of them had yet held him, and it was beyond frustrating. Not to mention he was exhausted from volunteering to get up with Harleen through the night.

AJ headed on into the hospital, not bothering to wait for Punk, taking Harleen with her, her car seat slung over her arm as she headed up to the intensive care unit in the maternity ward. Punk trailed not that far behind, joining her in the room where some other parents were, watching her take her jacket off and sit Harleen down in her car seat on the floor.

He joined her around the incubator, smiling down at his son who was indeed breathing on his own now, but was still way to weak to leave his little incubator.

He'd sit, and had sat for the past few days, and watch AJ have a conversation with her son, just letting him know that mommy and daddy were here. The nurses recommended it, and said that the baby would be able to hear the sound of their parents voices and recognise them within days, so she'd been doing just that. It broke his heart but warmed it back together at the same time.

"When do you think we'll get to hold him?" She turned around to him as he shrugged.

He didn't mean to be being blunt with her. He knew she didn't deserve it. She was trying her best to be strong, and he needed to aswell, but he was just finding it all a little tough. Going from nothing a week ago, to now being a father of two, one which was in hospital and not able to leave until at least another couple of weeks.

"Why you being so difficult?" She turned away from him, "Why don't you want to talk to me?" She asked, refusing to look him in the eye.

"How am I not talking to you?" He questioned, "I'm tired, alright." He said with attitude as she scowled to herself.

"And so am I." She argued, but with the quietest of voices, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere in the room, "This is hard for me too." She said.

Punk sat with his arms folded, looking on at AJ as she ran her hand through her hair, looking on at Caleb, pressing her hand on the glass around him. Things were just getting a little too much for him. Seeing how hurt AJ was, seeing his son hurting, feeling useless and hopeless. He just couldn't do it.

He paged in at work via texting Paul, letting him know he'd be at the station soon, and would be open to joining in on whatever was going on, standing up as AJ turned to him quickly.

"Where are you going?" She asked him.

"Work." He told her as she looked at him with sheer disgust. How could he possibly think about work, never mind go to it? He was thinking that leaving her alone would help her ease her pain, but what she really needed was him to be by her side, helping her, supporting her, telling her it would be ok.

"You're kidding me, right?" She said as he shook his head.

"I'll be home later on." He explained to her as she shook her head and turned away from him. She actually had nothing to say to him. If he wanted to pull out like a little girl, if it was all too much for him, then he could go away, she didn't need him. As long as she had her babies with her she was fine.

Punk watched as she sat emotionless, looking on at Harleen and Caleb, refusing to look up at him. He took the hint to leave and walked out of the room, walking down the hospital corridor and sighing to himself, running his hand through his hair. Things were just harder than he thought. It was too much.

AJ sat on her seat, one of her babies fast asleep in her car seat, a blanket tucked over her to keep her tight and snug, whilst her other baby lay in his little incubator, his chest rising and falling out of rhythm, his little body so fragile and small. She couldn't help but burst into tears as she seen the seat next to her was empty.

Had he opted into something he never really wanted? Was it too hard for him? Did he even want her? Because these past few days, she had no idea where his head was at. She understood it was tough and hard going, to be here and see their son in such a poor condition, but he didn't have to leave and go to work like it was some sort of escape for him. She just felt completely alone in all of this.

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