Punk got home to AJ later on that night, coming through the door which he now had his own key to, and smelling the most wonderful food ever. If there was one thing he had learned about AJ in the near year they had been together, was the fact she had insane cooking skills, and could really cook some good food. When she could be bothered to.

"Hey." He smiled, walking into the kitchen as she stood in shorts and a thinly strapped vest, plating up whatever food she had made for them. It was something he longed for in his abnormal life. To come home to a girl he loved.

"Hey." AJ smiled, "I take it you didn't have any work to do." She assumed as he was back earlier than she expected.

"Nah, the club was pretty quiet. My dad wasn't around either. I left Dean and Sami in charge." Punk explained as he took his jacket off and sat it over on the counter, watching as AJ put their dinner out, "Did you get a nap?" He asked, taking a seat at the table as he sat across from her.

"Yeah." AJ nodded. She felt much more fresh and relaxed for the hour she had got to lie down and shut her eyes over, "Although I did throw up when I woke up." She told him.

"Can't you get something for that? You know… to stop it." Punk said.

"I don't think so. I think it's just one of the joys of pregnancy." She said as he nodded, "Which reminds me, I am gonna need your help to set up a nursery in the spare bedroom. I guess I've finally got a reason to clear it out now." She admitted with a slight laugh. She always wanted to clear out her spare bedroom, but she never really had a reason to.

"Well I wasn't going to have you do the room, was I?" Punk smiled, "There's no rush. Don't panic." He said, trying his best to act calm about everything.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just… I want to do this right. I want to be a good at this." She sighed, playing with her food as he was already half finished.

"You are gonna be good." Punk said, "No one is gonna prepare us for this. No one ever does. You just learn as you go. And we will." He promised her, "Don't be getting yourself in knots over it. We're going to be ok." He promised her as she smiled, looking on at him as she twirled her pasta around on her fork.

"What do you want from me?" She asked as he looked up, raising his eyebrows and laughing.

"What?" Punk chuckled.

"What is it you want?" She asked genuinely.

"What do you mean what do I want, April?" He shook his head.

"With us. What… what is it you want? You were so quick to correct the midwife today at the scan." She pointed out, "Do you not want to-"

"What? Marry you?" He asked her, "April, I corrected her because we aren't married. From that you got the impression that I didn't want to marry you?" He asked her.

"Yeah." AJ nodded, "Well, do you?"

"No, not right now." He said, "I'm happy with where we're at right now. And honestly… it's just a piece of paper and two rings. I don't have to write my signature and wear a ring to show I love you." He said as she smiled.

"I know." AJ nodded, "I just want to know there's going to be a future for us. I'm not asking for a proposal. Just… tell me some time down the line we are going to become a proper family." She said.

"And what's your idea of a proper family?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know." AJ shrugged, being put on the spot, "A bigger house. Two, maybe three children. A marriage. Successful careers." She shrugged, "Just… being happy together."

"Well, my mom always told me, if it's meant to be, it will happen." He said, "Just… let me take one step at a time. It's already terrifying enough that we're having a baby." He said.

She had to respect his answers. He wasn't very familiar with this sort of stuff. He was barely familiar with dating in the beginning. She knew this was just as scary for him as it was for her, and talking about marriage and everything in between wasn't going to help him. She had to take it slow, and she wanted to. She just had to know where he wanted them to be in a few years time. Did he always just want to be in a casual relationship with a child? Because that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a home with him.

Later that night, AJ and Punk were lying up on the couch in the living room. AJ had fell asleep, lying in against Punk peacefully as he kept a solid arm around her. He hoped he hadn't come across as blunt or blatant earlier. He was just… not ready to discuss marriage or anything regarding the same pathway. He never imagined himself even finding the right girl. He was sure AJ was it. He'd never met anyone like her. But he just wasn't ready to take that into marriage. He was sure she wasn't meaning for him to propose right at this very second, but she wanted to know if it was in his future plans, and right now, it wasn't. His future right now was AJ herself, and this baby. Nothing else. That was all that mattered to him right now.

He kept his eyes fixed on the TV programme they had been watching together, every so often planting a kiss on top of AJ's head, enjoying her body comfortably fitting in beside him, never wanting to leave her like this. He really couldn't believe they were having a baby in just over six months. It was completely terrifying but also exciting. It was a new excitement he'd never felt before.

He came out of this thoughts about AJ's pregnancy when the front door went.

AJ grumbled as she stirred around on the couch, being shifted over as Punk stood up, shaking out the folded up blanket on the other chair, throwing it over her and stroking her cheek as she continued to stay fast asleep, never once disheartening him.

He walked out into the hallway, opening the front door as he seen his father standing with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"You know you aren't welcomed here." Punk said.

"Well, unlucky for some, Phil. But we have a business to run together. I told you that stupid little girl would get in between us." Jack spat as Punk grunted without realising, "Got rid of the baby yet?"

"No." Punk said, "And she isn't going to. She's going to have it. And I'm going to be there for her." He told his father who laughed.

"What do you know about babies?" Jack laughed hysterically.

"How hard can it be? You managed to do it." Punk replied.

"And look how you and Elise turned out." Jack spat, "But if you want to go play daddy, that's fine with me. I just want to make sure you'll continue doing your work." Jack said.

"I told you I would." Punk said.

"Then stop looking at me like I'm a damn stranger, boy. We run this together. Your little girlfriend is just going to accept the fact that I was drunk and made a mistake, because me and you have to work together. You and your uncle Dennis made a smart decision when taking out that group of guys, but the system still has to work, and we have to work together-"

"You forced yourself on my girlfriend. Pregnant girlfriend. What part of that is easy to move on from?" Punk shook his head.

"Can't we just let bygones be bygones and get on with it. If you're gonna be a father, you're gonna have to learn to let things go and mature a little." He said.

"Don't you give me parenting tips. I'm better off being clueless." Punk rolled his eyes.

"Stop arguing back with me." Jack spoke like he was talking to a five year old, "Let's just get on with it. It's in the past. I want to make the most of my time whilst I have it." Jack said as Punk just rolled his eyes.

"Fine." Punk shook his head and gave in, "I'll be at the club tomorrow."

The next night, AJ was sorting out work with who was going to take over her ballet classes at the studio. Obviously she could swing by and watch, but she couldn't exactly teach the girls being pregnant. She hated it. She desperately wanted to dance, but she knew she shouldn't.

Whilst she was sorting out that, and also catching up with Elise later on in the night to let her know the news, Punk was off 'working' too.

"So you took out all of them?" Jack corrected himself as Punk stood in the office and Dennis sat down on a chair.

"Yeah." Dennis nodded, "The whole building was wiped out."

"Then why are they still earning morning?" Jack looked at them both, "I have my monkeys watching them and their balance income. It's been going up since you took them out." Jack said.

"Maybe there's others." Punk suggested, "Their team could be divided like we were." Punk said as Jack nodded.

"Then we need to find out where this money is being made, and who else seems to be on our case." Dennis suggested.

"We do." Jack nodded, "And fast… these will be angry men, giving you've both just took out half of their guys." Jack said, "I'll get Dean and Sami on the hunt to fish out what's going on." Jack said.

"Why can't I just go do it?" Punk asked.

"Because you have a job to do tonight." Jack said as Punk sighed.

He would have picked investigating this group of men over a 'job' any day. He wasn't in the mood to get his hands dirty. Ever since he'd began his relationship with AJ, he always felt like it was wrong. It wasn't like she didn't know it was what he was doing. But he felt she was judging her in a way.

"What job?"

Punk had wound up going through with the deed like always, and after clearing his evidence and his doings, dumping the latest unlucky soul into the bottom end of the river in the middle of the dark night, he travelled back home.

He didn't hate his job anymore because of the repetitive tedium, but because he now had to go home and face his pregnant girlfriend, who he knew looked to him as her everything. It was a wonder she was even still tolerating his way of life. Maybe one day… she would turn around and ask him to step away.

He walked through the door, heading straight upstairs and into their bedroom, looking over at her sitting up in bed with the bedroom TV on, turning it down when she seen him, smiling over to him.

"Hey." She smiled as he nodded.

"How'd it go with Elise?" Punk asked. He knew she was telling Elise about the baby tonight.

"Oh, I wound up not telling her. I thought I'd wait until you could be there. You know… so we can tell her together." AJ smiled as Punk nodded.

"I suppose that would be better." Punk nodded, watching her stand up out of bed and walk round to him.

"I'm gonna go make a snack. You want anything?" She asked casually as he just shook his head.

"No. I'm alright." He said as she nodded, noticing something on his neck, reaching her hand up and swiping her fingers over it, noticing her fingers now covered in red crimson liquid, realising that this wasn't his blood on him.

"Is this-"

"I have to shower." Punk spoke quickly as she nodded slowly, watching him back away into the bathroom, closing the door over as she looked at her fingers, sighing at the whole symbolism of it. This was someone else's blood. It was harder to accept his work and job the more serious their relationship got. Did she really want her baby to have a father who killed to provide for it. It was hard not to have second thoughts of being 'ok' with his job and way of life.

Will AJ confront Punk? How will Elise take the news? Jack takes more trips to the hospital. More on these other guys they THOUGHT they'd cleared out. All coming soon. Stay tuned and please review!