The birth was rough. CM Punk wasn't sure whether AJ would make it or not. Her body was already weak, but still, he had to have a little bit of hope or something. Sometimes the doctor's predictions aren't correct, but he didn't know what to think. He couldn't keep his eyes off the heart monitor as he held AJ's hand and encouraged her. How long did she have left?
Ten hours later, after much hard work and nervousness, AJ gave birth to a more than healthy little baby girl. She had brown hair, and brown eyes, and looked just like the spitting image of AJ. Punk was so happy that the little girl looked nothing like Dolph Ziggler. It would make it easier on telling her she was adopted in the future, if that time even came.
"AJ, can you hear me?" Punk asked as the doctor took the newborn away to get cleaned up and weighed. "Your baby is here, did you hear her cry?" He asked with a smile as he looked down at AJ's frail petite frame. She looked weak, which wasn't a good sign, and she could barely keep her eyes open.
"Punk..." The spitfire managed to get out. "She's your baby now..." AJ added with a sad smile. Did she know she wasn't going to make it? Did she feel it inside?
"AJ, don't say that... You're gonna make it..." Punk tried to say, but in the back of his mind, she knew she wouldn't. This was time to say goodbye. "Look at her, look at your baby..." The straight edge man said as his eyes drifted back to the heart monitor, which was extremely low, and slowing down at each second.
"I want you to spoil her. Buy her anything she wants..." AJ kept saying as her heart monitor kept beeping slower and slower. "Teach her everything, take her to kindergarten... Just love her, and be a good dad."
"I will AJ." Punk said proudly as tears started to well up in his green eyes. "I promise."
"Thank you." AJ said as a tear slid down her cheek, and those were her last words as her heart monitor faded to a slow and steady beep. Her heart had finally given out, and she didn't make it. CM Punk, he felt like crying, he had a huge lump in his throat. AJ was his other half, his better half, and maybe if he hadn't let her go the first time, they wouldn't even be in this situation.
"No, AJ, thank you..." Punk whispered as a lone tear slid down his cheek. He knew he'd probably be the one who would plan the funeral and everything like that, but he wouldn't worry about that right now. He just wanted to see his daughter, the best thing that AJ could have ever given him.
Six years later~
The sun shone down bright at the New Jersey cemetery, as CM Punk and his daughter pulled up to park alongside the road. Of course, they were here to see AJ, and this would be a first for his daughter. Punk stepped out of the car and opened up the back door for his little girl. She jumped out of the car immediately and started to run away; her chocolate waves of hair flowing through the breeze.
"April!" Punk yelled, "Get back here, and stay close to me!" He added to his daughter. That's right, he named her April because he wanted to carry on AJ's legacy. She deserved that much.
"Coming daddy!" April replied as she ran back to her dad and grabbed his hand tightly. "What is this place?" She asked curiously as she looked around with her big doe eyes. "I've never been here before." She added.
"I know you haven't." Punk said as he walked in the grass with his daughter, careful not to step on any graves.
"Then what are we doing?" She asked again.
"We're here to visit mommy." Punk answered, because honestly, he really didn't know how to explain a cemetery to a six-year-old.
"Mommy lives here?" April asked a little confused as they finally reached AJ's headstone. Sure, Punk had shown April pictures of her mom, but he had never told her that she was dead. He didn't know how to tell her. But today, he just felt like it was time. April was always asking about her mom, and Punk had no idea how to answer her.
"She doesn't live here, she's on vacation..." Punk spoke softly as he sat down in the moist grass. He wasn't sure if April understood him or not but she just nodded. "Come sit down with me, say hello." He gestured for the little girl to sit in his lap.
"Can she hear me?" April asked as she looked at her daddy with a small smile.
Punk chuckled, "Of course she can."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure April."
"Hello mommy!" April said. Punk just sat there and watched with tears in his eyes as April sat there and nearly told every detail of her life to AJ. He was amazed at his little girl. "Daddy says I'll get to see you one day... I hope he's right!" April concluded as she stood up to look at the headstone.
It seemed it was only yesterday when AJ dropped her biscuits on the floor and Punk asked her to dinner. Punk was glad he did it though, because he was doing AJ a great favor. She trusted him enough to take care of her baby, and he was grateful for that. It was a favor for the both of them.
Author's Note: And we've reached the end! This will probably be my last Punklee story for a while because currently, I'm stuck on Kaitmus! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed. c: