AJ left the hospital about an hour after staying by her sons side with her daughter. She cried for half of that hour, just contemplating her life and taking it in that she was completely alone. She looked around and seen couples together, hugged into one another as they looked over their babies, hoping and praying together, whilst she sat alone. If there was one person that understood how Punk was feeling, it was her, and he was completely dealing with all of this in the wrong way. In fact, his solution was clearly just to not deal with it at all.

She left, only to realise Punk had taken the car, leaving her and Harleen stranded. Her only option was to call a cab, which did arrive pretty quickly, which she was thankful for, considering it was raining and bitter cold outside.

She got into the house around 8pm where Harleen began to get restless, crying out for her bottle before bed. It was hard adjusting to motherly life at home for her, just as it was for Punk to adjust to being a father. She assumed he was thinking that she was just naturally good at it, but she was learning just like him. That was when he wanted to join her to help.

He'd been great with Harleen these past few days, and of course he had shown affection to Caleb, and longed to hold him and see him outside of the tiny incubator he was in, but today something had just broke inside him. His patience and his loyalty. She needed him. Now more than ever, and he chose unecessary work over her, and their babies.

"Oh, baby. I know. I know." She lifted a winging Harleen from her car seat, a painful cry coming from her as she rested her in against her chest, having just made her bottle, taking her upstairs and into the twins room where she got a resting seat on the rocking chair, watching the hungry little girl latch onto the ready made bottle quite the thing.

If Punk couldn't handle this. If this was all a little too much for him, then so be it. He could leave. But deep down, she knew her children would never ever find a better father than what he would be. He just needed to find some patience, and have some belief. Their son would get stronger, with given time. But if he wasn't patient enough to wait and all the while be there for their son, then she didn't really know if she had time for him. Her babies meant the world to her, and she knew they meant a great deal to him too, but running off when things got hard, that wasn't ok in her opinion. Things would no doubt get tougher in the future for them. They'd fight more, they'd possibly go into debt, they'd have to face things they didn't want to, and if every time they had to face something tough or challenging, if he was just going to run and leave her and their children, then she didn't know if she wanted anything to do with him.

It was a lot to be thinking about, but she was furious that he had left her tonight, that he had up and left their son, when he needed him the most. It wasn't necessary, and it was very cowardly like, and she would have no problem in telling him that when he got home. If he dared come home tonight.

She sat on the rocking chair with Harleen until she finished her bottle, gently rocking back and forth to comfort the baby girl as much as possible. She probably sensed the tension in the house, and she probably knew somehow that her twin brother wasn't around or near. She'd read about having twins the minute she found out they were having them, and she read all sorts of things like they sometimes had the same dreams, and they sometimes knew where the other was without really being sure. She knew that Harleen knew something was up, so she was trying her best to keep the baby girl comforted.

After she finished her bottle, she changed her and put her into a clean baby grow, taking her into her own bedroom and placing her in the crib that was next to an empty one. She had been good these past few nights. She'd only woke a few times through the night, and went down quite the thing.

She collapsed on her side of the bed once she seen Harleen's little eyes drift shut, letting out a loud sigh and shutting her eyes over. She was exhausted. It was hard work being a mother, she'd learned to know. So exhausting that she fell straight asleep, just from lying down on the soft mattress.

"Why are you here, Phil?" Paul asked, spotting Punk come through the station with some other officers, "I thought you were taking a month off?" He shook his head.

"I… I just pitched in on what was going on tonight. Checked out the scene down at the park from last nights stabbing." He told his boss, continuing to walk to his office whilst Paul followed him.

"Ok. But I didn't ask what you were doing, I asked why you were here." He said as Punk sighed, heading into his office with Paul trailing behind.

"Because I needed to get away for a bit and clear my head. Everyone I talk to seems to have a problem about that." He said. Personally, he didn't see how it was anyone's business on if he was here or not. What did it add to anyone else's lives?

"Maybe because your girlfriends just had two babies. One who isn't doing to great in the hospital." Paul reminded him, "You should be at home. I… I don't want you working." He said as Punk rolled his eyes.

"I'll be here if I want to be here." Punk said as Paul ran his hand over his face with frustration.

"Phil… my wife has had four kids. Each time, I took months off. I done the night feeds. I'd stay at home with the kids to let her go out to have some time to herself. I'd do things around the house to make sure it was one less thing she had to do." He said, "One baby was hard for us. But you've had two, and April is going to be exhausted if you decide you want to come back to work after a week of them being born." He said, "C'mon… you know you shouldn't be here." Paul said, "Go home."

Punk knew fine well that leaving April tonight at the hospital was completely wrong. She needed him to lean on at the moment. He knew how much it was hurting her to see Caleb so poorly, he felt the exact same. But he just didn't deal well with hard situations. Being a police officer, it was quite hard to believe, but when it was people who he loved unconditionally, it was hard for him to be there, and face it all. He couldn't expect anyone to understand that, especially AJ, but that was just how it worked for him.

"I don't feel like I'm doing anything to help him. I mean… I'm his dad. I'm meant to be there for him and make all the pain go away." Punk sighed, "We aren't even allowed to touch him yet." He said.

"I know it's tough now." Paul explained, "But it will get better, Phil. Just give it some time." Paul said as Punk nodded, running his hand through his hair.

He didn't feel like he could talk to anyone about it, besides his brother. Talking to AJ was hard, because he didn't want her to think he was weak. He guessed she'd rather see him show his true feelings, than hide away and leave her with their few day old baby girl, who still needed her daddy.

"I better go home." He said as Paul nodded.

"You better." Paul said, "And don't come back here until those babies are crawling around and biting your ankles. Because believe you me, they will do that." Paul said as Punk smiled, "Send April my love." He smiled, patting Punk on the back as he walked by him.

"I will." Punk nodded, leaving his office and the station.

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