"Why you not talking to me?" Punk asked AJ, walking along the beach for the second night, her sandals in her hands as she walked more fiercely than the night before, as if she was trying to kill the sand she was stepping on. She had barely spoke to him at dinner, and even backed out of a kiss from him when leaving the restaurant. He was lucky that he really did want to marry her, and he was just playing her along.
"Why'd you think?" She asked, not allowing him to hold her hand or even make any contact with her. She'd been completely put off her romantic vacation mood, and in other words just wanted to be home with her baby. She absolutely hated lying in bed with him earlier, listening to him talk about how much he basically couldn't be bothered marrying her.
"Oh, April. You're being a child about this." He said, "And would you quit walking so fast, where are you exactly planning to go to?" He asked, trying to keep up with her stormy mood, watching her quickly turn round and push him lightly.
"I give you a baby. I let you move in with me. I accept your flaws. And you won't even… you won't even put on a damn suit and say I do for me." She spat, "Sometimes I really hate being in love with you, you know that?" She spat, turning back around and walking on again as he walked beside her.
She was scary when she was angry. Despite her height and build, she could shut him down like a ton of bricks, just with her words. He really hated that.
"It's just how I feel." Punk said, "What if it was the opposite way around? What if… you didn't want to get married, but I did. Do you think I'd be carrying on like this?" He asked her as she grunted.
"No, because you're a man, and you don't talk to me about anything you feel. I always have to force it out of you. But just… just forget it." She waved her hand back and forth as he smiled to himself, not being able to help it. She was now yelling, and he was thankful no one else was on the beach, and it was just them with the moon shining down on them.
"Alright, seriously… where are you walking to?" He asked her, at this rate, they were going to have done laps around the full island.
He watched her stop, turning around and throwing her sandals down on the sand, her dainty, simple sun dress blowing in the breeze with her long hair. She'd never looked more beautiful, and he hated to see her so upset. He knew it would be worth it though.
"Is it really just because you don't believe in marriage? Or is it because you don't want to marry me?" She asked him seriously, "Don't you want me to be your wife?" She shook her head, looking up at him with a sigh once seeing his paused features, turning away from him and looking out to the sea.
"Yeah." Punk nodded, "I do, actually." He said as she turned around, looking up at him with confusion as she suddenly watched him drop to one knee. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she assumed that he was doing this, just to shut her up, but then… he pulled out a velvet box from his back pocket of his shorts, which told her, it wasn't just his way of shutting her up, he'd planned this, he'd planned this all and he was really doing this.
"Oh my God..." She gasped, placing her hand over her gaping mouth as he opened up the velvet box. The bright moon dimmed on the huge sparkling ring perfectly, lighting her eyes up with joy and excitement.
"April Jeanette Mendez, will you please, please do me the greatest honour, in becoming my wife?" He asked her with all the meaning to his voice in the world.
"Yes." AJ nodded, "Yes, of course I will." She smiled nervously, not really believing that he'd done this. She was mad at him for tricking her into thinking he wanted nothing to do with marriage, but she really couldn't be mad at all. She was the luckiest girl ever, and having the man of her dreams propose to her finally, was a moment she wouldn't forget.
Punk got back to his feet with a smile, taking the ring out the box and sliding it onto her finger, watching her look at it in disbelief.
"You didn't buy this tonight, right? You're not just doing this to-"
"No." Punk shook his head, "It's been with me for a few weeks now." He smiled, "Just needed to find the right time."
"Really?" She smiled with tears forming, "You really want to get married?" She asked, still in awe, looking at her ring every second and smiling like never before.
"Of course I do." Punk nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist as she shuffled over through the sand, her arms collapsing around his neck as she met his lips willingly, completely over the moon. She'd always imagined the man of her dreams in her head. But never did she think he'd be like Punk. She supposed that's what made this so exciting. Each day for them was an adventure. She couldn't wait to be Mrs Brooks, despite the name coming from a hideous background. She just couldn't wait to walk down the aisle to find him at the end, waiting for her, like some sort of dream.
"Mmm… Phil… Oh, kiss my neck." AJ moaned, back in their hotel room, clothes having been stripped as soon as they stumbled through the door. Feeling her ring scuff off his back as she clutched her hands to his body made him fucking her all the more pleasurable. She never wanted this to end.
He was settled in between her parted legs, thrusting into her whilst burying his head into her neck like she asked, whispering in her ear how much he loved her, and how much he loved being inside her. For him, it was a magical night that he wouldn't forget. Her face, her excitement, her complete awe when staring at the ring that fit perfectly on her finger. He loved it, and this was a perfect way to end the night.
"Fuck, April… you feel so good." He moaned, thrusting into her at a rapid pace, knowing she liked it fast. He kissed her neck whilst she moaned loudly, begging for her release that was close just like his own.
"Oh, Phil… make me cum. Oh, baby make me cum." She groaned, sliding her hand between them and massaging her clit in rhythm with his thrusts, knowing it would be enough to surely set her off in his arms.
"You wanna cum? Cum, baby. Let it all go. Let me watch you." He whispered, tugging at her ear lobe as she rolled her head back, feeling him pepper her neck with warm kisses, reaching her peak as she felt her fingers wet.
"Oh, Phil!" She moaned as he watched her with a smile, her body shuddering under him as she grabbed the sheets on their bed, quaking as he continued to pump inside her, reaching his own release and pulling out, spilling himself over her stomach with deep satisfaction to his groans.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath as he stroked himself over her, watching as she smiled down with heavy breathing, swiping her finger along the white fluids he'd left on her stomach, placing her finger in her mouth and smiling as he collapsed down beside her.
"You gotta stop being so sexy." He groaned, lying on his side, burying his face into her neck as he nudged her playfully with his nose.
"I'm sorry. You bring it out in me." She sighed as he chuckled, "I need to shower now. You've got me all sticky." She turned to him as he smiled.
"I really didn't hear you complaining." He said, "I'll help you wash." He smiled.
"I'm sure you will." She sighed with relaxation, lifting her hand up in the air and looking at the ring again, "Still can't believe it."
"Well you better." Punk said, "I'm leaving you in charge to plan it. I know nothing about venues and invitations and suits and all the other stuff that comes with a wedding. You and Elise can have your fun with it." He said as she smiled.
"I'll have no problem in that." She said, "Liesel can help too." AJ smiled.
"Oh, yeah. I'm sure she'll have a big input to it all." Punk laughed.
"She's gonna look so cute. I'm gonna find her the cutest dress. Hopefully by the time it comes along she'll have some hair. She'd look so adorable with a little hair band in." She smiled, already imagining her perfect day with a smile.
"It's gonna be strictly wedding talk from now until the day, isn't it?" He asked with a groan as she chuckled.
"Of course it is." She laughed, "And you are going to love it." She cupped his cheek, pressing a kiss on his lips as she smiled into it, pulling her on top of him as she brushed her hair to the one side, "You want to go again?" She smiled as he nodded deviously.
"How'd it go?" Dean asked, having just made Toni her dinner, standing in the kitchen as Elise walked through with Liesel in her arms.
"He's never going to change." Elise shook her head, "I don't know what else to say or do. He just… doesn't care." She sighed as Dean frowned.
"Well, good news is, AJ said yes. Punk just text me." Dean smiled, hoping it would cheer Elise up a little.
"I haven't even looked at my phone." She said, "I'm really happy for them, but I'm just so scared." She sighed.
"Please don't be scared." Dean said, hating to see her so upset and down, "When Punk gets back, we can talk to him, see what he thinks of the situation. He clearly knows what's going on more than we do." Dean said, "I don't want you worrying about it."
"I just don't want to see anyone I love get hurt. I guess that was part of the reason why I left all those years ago. I was always terrified of losing Punk, or my dad. Being terrified of not seeing them come home one night. I just… don't want to see them go to war with one another. But I know… I know what my father is like. He'll do anything just to score points and hurt him." She sighed.
"Punk is stronger, and smarter than your father. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. He'll know what to do. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Punk knows that AJ and Liesel are in danger, and do you honestly think he's going to be ok with that?" He asked as she shook her head, "Then don't worry." He tilted her chin up so she looked in his eyes, "I got you." He smiled as she nodded.
"Thank you for being here." She said with exhaustion, "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't." She admitted.
"There's no other place I'd rather be." He smiled, "Why don't you go for a bath and put your feet up? I'll take her." Dean said, scooping Liesel from Elise's arms, settling the baby girl into his chest as Elise smiled.
"Thank you." Elise smiled gratefully, walking away out of the kitchen, running her hand through Toni's hair lovingly as she headed away up for a bath. She was glad she wasn't alone in this game anymore, especially now that there seemed to be a storm rising.
"Hello… yes, I'd like to thank you for being able to interact with me. You're the first place that has had an english spokesperson." Jack smiled, his phone pressed against his ear as he spun around in his chair behind his desk in Invictus, "Yes, you can help me. I was wondering if you'd take on a relative of mine." Jack questioned down the line, pausing in his spinning antiques and leaning over the desk.
"A girl." He replied.
"No, no behaviour problems or anything such like that. She just has no one to look after her anymore." He stated whilst listening closely, "I'm not sure when I could make the transformation with her, you'd have to leave that with me." He said.
"Her details?" Jack asked, "Of course. Her name is Liesel Brooks. She's six, nearly seven weeks old. Her mother is dead, and her father isn't in any state to look after her anymore." Jack said, "Great. Thank you for your help. I'll be in touch."