|Happily Ever After?
Author: MarryTheNight25 PM
The saga following Liz and Ginger continues picking up 18 months into Liz and Punk's marriage and you'll finally find out what happened to Colt and Ginger.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - CM Punk & Colt Cabana - Chapters: 31 - Words: 47,729 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 11-23-12 - Published: 05-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8147062
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You asked for it and here it is :) In this first chapter you'll find out what happened to Colt and Ginger...There's a lot of Punk and Liz in the beginning, but don't worry, Ging and Colt will make plenty of appearances...Read, review and enjoy :)
Eighteen months into marriage and things were still going well for Punk and Liz. Punk had lessened his travel schedule so he was home more, while Liz had started a new book series that was once again proving to be successful. They'd recently made the decision to start a family seeing neither of them was getting any younger, but it wasn't coming as easy as they thought it would be. It had only been three months, so neither of them was worried about possible complications. Besides that they had the impending marriage of their best friends Colt and Ginger to focus on.
After the wedding the mere thought of Colt and Ginger getting back together seemed like a myth. Ginger had officially lost all hope in Colt as she watched him shamelessly flirt with Jasmine and attack Stephen. However, she couldn't deny what she felt when Colt kissed her and neither could he. After seeking Punk's advice, Colt took a week to get himself together and think long and hard about how he was going to get Ginger back. He flew to Portland the weekend after the wedding, bought her the same kind of bright gerber daisies that he knew made her smile and headed to her house. Once he got there, he sat in the car and watched her playing with Leon through the window. The two were running around the living room laughing and Colt wished that he was inside with them. After twenty minutes, he finally got the courage to get out of the car, but once he had a closer look at Ginger and Leon, he knew they were better off without him. He left the flowers on the doorstep before turning to leave.
Ginger was playing tag with Leon when he suddenly stopped and stared out the window. Pointing out the window, Leon looked at her and smiled. "Mommy, Colt is here."
Ginger smirked at Leon going over to pick him up. She'd had a tough time explaining the situation with Colt, and the toddler still asked for him from time to time. "No baby, Colt isn't here. How about we put on our shoes and go feed the ducks? Does that sound like fun to…" Ging glanced out the window to see Colt walking towards his car. "Umm...how about you go play with your wrestling action figures, mommy will be right back." Ginger put Leon down and he did what his mom said trouncing over to his Raw wrestling ring and picking up his CM Punk and John Cena action figures. Once Ginger knew he was occupied, she ran over and opened the door. "Colt, is that you?"
Colt was surprised to hear her voice as he turned around slowly and nodded. "Ahh, yeah, I came to see you, but I noticed you were busy with Leon, so it's not a big deal."
"You came all the way from Chicago, so it must be a big deal. What do you want?" Colt took a deep breath before he started to speak, but kept his focus downward.
"I came to apologize to you. You didn't deserve to be treated the way I treated you and I regret it like you wouldn't believe. I honestly believed you when you said you didn't have any feelings for me, but I know now that's not true, well it wasn't true a week ago, but thanks to my own stupidity it might be true now." Ginger wasn't sure what to say as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Colt I don't know what you want to hear, but I can't do this right now. You hurt me a lot pulling that stunt with Jasmine and I'm not sure you deserve another chance. I have to look out for my well being as well as Leon's and I just don't think you're right for us anymore."
"I understand that, but I wish it wasn't the case. I still love you and Leon, and a part of me always will. You were the first woman to tame my crazy ways and I was ready to settle down, but looking back I know why you broke things off. I wasn't fair to you making you come to Chicago all the time. Relationships, especially long distance ones, are two way streets and I wasn't doing my part. I sincerely regret that now and if you would've been willing to give me another chance then I was ready to prove to you that things would be different this time. Hell I was willing to move to Portland if that's what you wanted."
"Why would you move here? Chicago is your home; you've lived there all your life."
"No, my home is where you are." Colt looked at Ginger for the first time, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. Even though she tried to keep her emotions in check, the sincerity and truth in his voice made her think twice about her decision. Ginger stood still on the front step thinking as she watched Colt turn to leave. She realized that life wasn't the same without him in it and even though he had hurt her, he deserved a second chance.
"Colt wait, don't go!" Colt turned around with a look of confusion on his face. Ginger ran to him stopping when she was within arms reach.
"Ging what is it?" Ginger smiled as she threw her hands around his neck and pressed her lips to his. When the two separated, Colt was shocked at what had just happened. He had barely expected her to let him back in her life nonetheless kiss him as passionately as she had. "So, what does this mean?"
"This is me giving you a second chance, but so help me if you make me regret this I will make your life hell. Now let's go inside because Leon spotted you through the window and he wants to see his Colt; he missed you as much as I did." Ginger smirked when she saw Colt smile. The two walked back into the house and into the future, never again taking the time to look back.
Liz woke up early Wednesday morning and smiled at Punk sleeping next to her. Punk had just gotten home from a month long stretch on the road, hopefully the last long stretch, and she was happy to have him back home. Pulling the covers off of her, Liz attempted to sneak out of bed, but felt a hand snake around her waist pulling her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Liz smiled allowing him to pull her close.
"I was going to go for a run and come back and make you breakfast, but something tells me you have other plans." Punk kissed Liz's neck before capturing her mouth with his.
"I'm home for two weeks, so we're going to do a lot of baby making. You should probably get used to it!" Liz just shook her head and let Punk have his way with her.
An hour later, Punk was in the kitchen making breakfast when Liz came down dressed in her workout clothes.
"Where are you headed to now?"
"I'm going to the gym to catch a kick boxing class. I need my morning cardio boost, or I'll be grumpy the rest of the day."
"I think you got plenty of morning cardio already this morning." Punk winked at Liz, who was so used to his innuendos that she ignored them most of the time. "Anyway, you can't go until you eat something." Liz grabbed an apple and her water bottle from the fridge.
"I'll be back in an hour." Liz kissed Punk and headed toward the door grabbing her gym bag. "Oh and seeing you have so much energy, how about you start painting the guest room?" Liz smiled putting on her sunglasses and heading out the door. Punk leaned against the counter and looked at the large stack of pancakes he had made.
"Well Louie I guess you and I are having pancakes for breakfast. We'll show mommy she's missing out."
An hour later, Punk was prepping the guest room to be painted. What he really wanted to do was take a nap seeing his stomach was full of pancakes and blueberry syrup, but he'd promised Liz for three months that he'd paint the guest room, so he figured there was no better time then now to start. Just as he finished draping the cloth on the carpet, his phone rang; looking at it he didn't recognize the number, but something told him to answer it anyway.
"Is this Phil Brooks?"
"Yes it is, can I ask who's calling?"
"This is Dr. Levine from County General Hospital and we have your wife Elizabeth here." Punk froze in place; Liz is at the hospital, why is Liz at the hospital?
"Is she okay?" Punk hesitated asking not sure if he wanted to hear the truth over the phone.
"She's okay, but she's fairly dehydrated, which caused her to have a dizzy spell and faint at the gym. I don't recommend she drives home herself."
"Okay I'll be right there to get her, thank you for calling." Punk hung up the phone and ran downstairs, grabbing his keys and running to the car. He drove at least ten miles over the speed limit the whole way to the hospital, but he had to see Liz to make sure she was okay. Hearing she was okay was one thing, but he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw her with his own two eyes. Punk parked his car in the garage and ran for the hospital entrance. After stopping to ask a few nurses for directions, he found his wife hooked up to an IV flipping through a magazine. "Oh thank God you're okay." Liz looked up at the sound of his voice and was a little shocked to see Punk.
"What are you doing here? I told the nurse not to call you, that I was fine. I'm sorry they bothered you on your first day off."
"You're apologizing for bothering me! You should know nothing that involves you is a bother to me. Why didn't you call me?"
"Because I knew you'd panic and fly down here." Liz smirked at just how predictable Punk could be. "It's not a big deal, I'm just dehydrated thus the IV. In the matter of thirty minutes I'll be finished with this and we can go home."
"Why are you so relaxed about this? Liz you passed out in your kick boxing class, you're going to the doctor tomorrow and getting a full work up."
"Babe I'm surrounded by doctors and they've all assured me I'll be just fine. I need to drink more fluids that's all. Please don't worry about this so much, I'm not dying." Punk took Liz's hand in his and kissed the back of it.
"I'm sorry if I'm overreacting, I just worry about you."
"I know you do and that's one of the things I love about you. How about we go home and relax and I'll make dinner tonight; does that sound like a plan?"
"Any type of planning that involves relaxing I'm always on board with."