Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars in this story, only the OC Characters and my story idea.

A/N: Well this is awkward. It's been a year since I've updated, and I don't know how many sorrys will make up for it but I hope this chapter does! I took the idea of one reviewer in particular in regards to the breakup of Punk and Emma and it is all explained in this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Monday 26th March

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

"Is this how you speak to all your clients?"

"Only the ones who decided to fly to Atlanta without telling me!"

Emma Stevens smirked, her phone pressed against her ear, "Oh so you do know where I am."

Anna Meares all but growled into the phone, "Would you like all you have worked for to go down the drain?"

The young Australian actress rolled her eyes, "I'm not having this discussion with you right now, Anna."

"I don't care if you want to have this discussion or not. You need to stop this running off-"

Emma cut off her agent, a scowl on her own face, "You're not a dumb lady, Anna. You're an intelligent woman and I really don't think I need to repeat myself a thousand times when I tell you that you do not need to worry about my personal life, understood? Now, I have to go now and speak with my boyfriend, you remember him don't you. And just a heads up, I've scheduled my flight back to Italy on the 3rd of April, so try and keep the phone calls to a minimum." She could hear her agent spluttering for words and Emma smirked to herself, "Have a nice night, Anna." She threw the phone down onto the bed and raised an eyebrow at the look CM Punk was giving her. "What?"

"When did you grow some balls?"

The Australian rolled her eyes at the older man. The WWE Champion was sprawled across his bed in the tour bus that the WWE had given him recently, and had been thoroughly amused by the phone call that just took place in front of him. Emma crawled onto the bed and sat up against the pillows, a tired look on her face, "She kills my life, I swear."

"I've never met a woman who is not a fan of me or won over by my charms."

"Should I start with a list of your ex-girlfriends?"

CM Punk shot an amused look at her, "You're cheeky." He reached out and pushed himself up against the pillows, facing the young girl, "So you wanted to talk?"

Emma's hands wrung nervously together in her lap. Since making her appearance backstage at Raw that night, the two had avoided any talk by getting food to eat or catching up wiht various Superstars and Divas that Emma hadn't seen in the months during their break up. She chewed her lip, her eyes cast downwards rather than looking at her newly reconciled boyfriend, "Yeah, about that-"

Punk noticed her nerves fluttering to the surface and he reached over and grabbed one of her hands, holding it lightly in his own, "We're pretty stupid."

Emma snorted, her eyes meeting his amused ones, "For the reasons we broke up?"

"I mean we broke up when the going got slightly tough. I know I said I'd wait for the future but by then, what if you had this massive career and didn't have any time for me at all? That would've been worse. Then I would've had no opportunity to be with you." He sighed, running his free hand through his hair, "You have to understand it was an impulse decision and honestly, it probably was because I was scared you were going to blame me if you missed out on any opportunity and regretted it later."

The dark haired girl nodded, squeezing his hand gently, "I get it. I really do, but I don't think I would've regretted anything. Having said that, I think that I was acting too much like a love sick school girl-"

"I don't blame you. I mean look at me- Okay ow."

Emma shook her hand, a slight stinging feeling coursing through it after she slapped Punk's bare chest, "You're an idiot. But I do love you very much and even if we are a million miles apart for however many weeks or months, then we can still make this work." She grinned cheekily at him, patting his hand reassuringly, "Besides, you were losing sleep over breaking up with someone this hot-"

"Oh and I'm the idiot." Emma laughed, leaning forward to wrap her arms around the WWE Champion's neck. Punk smiled, burying his head into the side of her neck and he held her tight, relishing the feeling he had missed for the past few months without her. He fell further down the pillows of his bed and cradled Emma against him, his arms secure around her back. "I missed you," He mumbled against her skin, pressing a kiss softly against her neck. As soon as he had uttered those words, he felt warm tears against his shoulder and he pulled his head away, a frown marring his features, "Hey now, princess, what's wrong?"

Emma shook her head, wiping the few tears away with her hand, "I missed you too. I just can't believe I got you back even thought we were both so stupid."

Punk smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips, "Promise I'll never do anything stupid like that again."

"Good."

"This is where you say you'll promise too."

Emma rolled her eyes, knowing he was doing this to make her smile, "Yes, baby, I promise I will never do anything stupid like that again." At Punk's grin, she laughed, burying her head back against his shoulder. She let out a squeal as Punk let out a loud growl, hugging her tight against his chest. As she curled against his chest, a content sigh left her, feeling his hand run through her hair softly. She pressed a kiss to his chest, a smile never leaving her face as she thought how happy she was to be back with him again, and she prayed that nothing else could tear them apart again.

Saturday 31st March

"Baby, I love you and everything but could you please hurry up!?"

Emma poked her head from out of the bathroom of the tour bus and sent a heated glare towards her boyfriend, "Well then next time when I ask you if the Hall of Fame is a formal event, don't answer with 'eh the girls wear dresses so I guess it is'."

Punk blinked, holding his hands out to the side, "But they do wear dresses!"

Her dark hair swung across her face as she poked her head out again, "There is a difference between formal dresses and not formal dresses! And no thanks to you, I find out today it's formal!"

A chuckle was heard from behind Punk as Emma disappeared back into the bathroom. Punk shot a glare at Kofi Kingston, his other part time road wife, who was lounging on one of the couches in the front of the bus. "Don't start," warned Punk, a hand reaching up nervously to tug at his own tie.

Kofi held his hands up innocently, "Oh I'm not getting involved, but next time, you might want to be a bit more specific."

"Thank you Kofi!"

Punk look incredulously at Kofi after hearing Emma yell her thanks from the bathroom, "You're supposed to be on my side!"

It was the night of the Hall of Fame ceremony and true to form, Punk had managed to tell his girlfriend differing information about the event, which now led to her running around getting ready like as if it was a red carpet event. Punk had led her to believe it wasn't that fancy, but after speaking with Maryse and Eve and seeing their outfits, Emma had smacked Punk around the head and headed into the bus for an afternoon of pampering and getting ready. He groaned to himself, realising his error and he glanced at the clock nervously.

"Punk, can you grab me my black Zimmerman from my suitcase?"

"What the fuck is a Zimmerman?"

"Dress, Punk. It's a dress!"

"Well why didn't you say that?!"

"Why didn't you tell me it was formal?!"

Punk nodded his head, "Touche." He grabbed her suitcase, rummaging through before finding a black dress, which he prayed was the right one, and threw it towards the bathroom. Seconds later, said dress was thrown back at him and his eyes widened when a bra and pantie clad Emma Stevens emerged from the bathroom, a scowl on her face, "Babe, clothes! Kofi!"

Emma rolled her eyes, before shooting a cheeky wink over her shoulder at Kofi Kingston, who returned one of his own much to Punk's annoyance. She pushed Punk aside and grabbed another black dress from her bag before disappearing back into the bathroom to change.

Kofi grinned, "I like her."

Punk looked heavenward, "Of course you do."

Within minutes, Emma emerged from the bathroom, her hair out and wavy and face done with makeup. Punk's face softened into a smile as he looked over his girlfriend, reaching a hand out to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her shoulder, "You look beautiful."

Emma blushed, her hands brushing over the fabric of the one shouldered black dress that hugged her curves, "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself, Punk." She smiled at Kofi, "Are you my other date for this evening?"

Kofi stood up and grinned, taking the lead to step out of the bus, "Other date, replacement date. Whatever you want, Emma. Just let me know when you get sick of this guy."

As Kofi wandered off in front of them towards the waiting bus that was taking groups of Superstars and Divas, Emma glanced over her shoulder at Punk, "I don't think I ever will."

The Hall of Fame ceremony had been long, but Emma had enjoyed it immensely, watching as wrestlers she'd watched from when she was younger were inducted into the Hall of Fame. She'd even teared up during Edge's speech as he'd been one of her favourite Superstars over the last few years. After the ceremony, many of the Superstars, Divas and guests were invited into a large ballroom of the hotel that many of them were staying at for food and drinks. Emma stuck close to Punk's side, as he introduced her to many different people, before she was eventually spun away by Mike Mizanin, who demanded he get a dance with her. She had to admit that she had missed Punk's group of friends immensely and she caught up with the girls as well, having missed them the most.

After mingling with a few of the more important people in the WWE heirachy, Punk found his girlfriend, grabbing a drink at the bar and he grabbed her around the waist, grinning at the squeal she emitted in surprise. Shooting a look at him, she rolled her eyes as she slung an arm around his waist, "Hey baby."

Punk eyed her warily, "Are you drunk?"

She poked her tongue out between her teeth, cheekily, "There may have been some shots with the girls but I'm perfectly fine." The Australian actress cuddled close to his side, reaching up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, "Love you."

Punk smiled. He was never going to get tired of hearing that, and he missed it terribly while they were broken up. He leaned closer to her ear, "Love you too, lightweight."

She laughed, pinching his arm, "You're mean."

"Never thought I'd see the day where you'd act so sickenly cute."

Punk turned his head, searching for the source of the voice, before his face lit up at the man standing in front of them, "And where the hell did you dig that suit up from?"

The younger man chuckled, taking a sip of his beer, "Thank fuck Rollins is such a woman sometimes and he manages to bring multiple suits with him, otherwise I was coming naked."

Emma giggled, "Lucky I found out the dress code last minute, otherwise I was probably going to come naked as well."

He winked at her, "We would've made quite the pair."

Punk snorted, his grip tight on his girlfriend's waist, "Ambrose, get your own girlfriend."

"I've tried. It's fucking exhausting." He reached his free hand forward, "Dean Ambrose."

Emma smiled, shaking his offered hand, "Emma Stevens. Nice to meet you. Are you a wrestler?"

The younger man laughed, "Yeah I'm a wrestler, but not a big shot like your boyfriend here. Still working my way up."

Punk explained further, "I have a soft spot for this kid. So I'm trying to put a good word in for him to get a few dark matches whilst we are out on the road." The WWE Champion's smile broadened when he noticed an approaching figure, "And this dumbass is Seth Rollins."

Seth grinned, stepping forward to kiss Emma on the cheek much to Punk's amusement, "Hello beautiful!"

"Seriously, your own girlfriends. Invest in some."

The two-toned man shrugged, "Dean keeps scaring mine away. He gets jealous easily."

The Ohio native looked pointedly at him, "You forgot to pick me up from the airport because of one of them."

"That was one fucking time, get over it!"

Emma looked at Punk, amused, "My god, it's you and John all over again." Whilst she realised Punk hadn't meant for her to see it, but she saw the slight fall in his smiling expression. She frowned, wondering why the very mention of his good friend John Cena had caused such a reaction. As she tuned out of the conversation between the three men, she realised she had barely seen the former champion much during the night. He had been sitting front row with them but a little further down, and she realised that him and Punk had barely spoken upon seeing each other. Casting a glance around the room, Emma's eyes finally found the champion, who was looking slightly glum by another table. Excusing herself, she made her way over to the man she considered a close friend. "Hey John."

The Boston native smiled, standing from his seat to kiss her on the cheek, "Hey baby girl."

Emma smiled, resting her champagne glass on the table, "I've barely seen you all night. Hell, I barely saw you this week!"

John ran a hand through his short hair, "It's a little hard with Axxess going on. I've got a lot of appearances going on this week."

The Australian nodded, "I get it. I've barely spent a lot of the days with Punk, mainly just seen him at night." And true to her suspicions, John flinched at the mention of Punk's name. She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest, "What the hell happened between you two?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Punk both get skittish every time your names are mentioned."

"No we don't."

Emma looked at him, pointedly, "John, do not lie to me." She watched as he looked over at Punk joking around with Seth and Dean, "John, you two are friends. Was it a fight?"

He sighed, shaking his head, "Look, I did something I probably shouldn't have done. But I just wanted him to realise he was an idiot. Hell, you were both idiots, but I wanted him to be happy. And I'm not going to explain exactly what went down because I'd rather not upset you on the eve of Wrestlemania, but we're two guys who came to a misunderstanding." He fiddled with the beer bottle in his hands, "I just wanted him to be happy. If I can't be happy, I sure as hell want to make sure my friends are happy."

Thoughts were racing through Emma's head at his words, and she furrowed her brow, reaching out a hand to clutch at his arm, "Are you alright, John? Why aren't you happy? Is it about the match tomorrow?" Punk had already filled her in that John wasn't to win tomorrow against the Rock, and it wasn't a popular decision amongst the other employees of the WWE. Emma thought that maybe that was the reason John seemed in a mood, as well as his supposed argument with Punk.

John shook his head, sadly, his eyes slowly filling up with tears. At the sight of them, Emma rubbed his arm gently, and he smiled at her, his own hand reaching up to rub his eye, "Not everything is about wrestling. There are other things more important in life and I just want to make sure Punk knew what that was before he lost it. Just like I did." He leaned forward, kissing Emma's cheek, "I'm going to head back to my room. You have a good night, baby girl. I'll see you tomorrow."

As John disappeared from her sight, Emma couldn't help but feel heartbroken for the man. She caught sight of her own boyfriend still with Seth and Dean, and she made her way over to him, slipping her arm through his, a smile plastered on her face. "Sorry boys, what did I miss?"

Dean winked at her, "Not much, sweetheart. We were just about to head off. Have fun tomorrow and we will see you backstage probably."

The actress bid the boys goodnight, her arm tightening around Punk's. The WWE Champion noticed the slight change in his girlfriend and he unlinked his arm, wrapping it instead around her waist. As he guided her outside towards his tour bus that was parked outside, he kept her close to him, "Are you alright?"

Emma nodded, "I'm fine, Punk. Are you alright?"

He frowned at her, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"What happened with Cena?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was waiting for her to figure it out, considering him and John had kept their distance over the past week, "I was a jerk."

The young girl's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, "You were a jerk?"

Punk nodded, opening the door to his tour bus, "John was the one that organised for you to be a part of the B A Star campaign, not me." At her curious look, he continued, "He thought he was helping by forcing us to work together and realise that we shouldn't have broken up. And when I realised he was the one that did it all, I got mad."

The Australian looked surprised, "You got mad because he helped us get back together?"

"I don't like people meddling in my personal life, just like you don't like your agent meddling in yours. He had no idea if our break up was amicable or not, but he still went and manipulated everything around so you and I would see each other again and work it all out."

Emma was confused, "But we did work it out-"

"My problem was his involvement. Don't get me wrong, I thanked him for bringing you back into my life, but Emma, what if it had gone wrong? What if something had soured after these few months? Everything would've been ruined because of that." Punk let out a heavy sigh, "Besides, I'd already made plans to get you back another way." At Emma's frown, he reached behind the television and pulled out a box. He handed it to Emma, "This is for you."

Emma sat on the couch and pulled off the lid of the box, tears coming to her eyes instantly at the sight of the items in the box. There were photos, ticket stubs and other memorabilias from their dates and time together. And on top of all that, was a ticket to Italy. She looked up at him, "You were going to come see me?"

Punk shrugged, "Sort of. There's actually no date on the ticket. It's an open ticket one of the travel agents organised for me. Whenever I decided to go, I was going to use it." He shoved his hands in the pocket of his suit, "I always planned to get you back, Emma. Just I wanted it to be on my time and I didn't want to rush it, because like I said to John, it may not have been the right time on Monday. But I thank fuck it was because I missed you like hell."

Tears fell down Emma's face and she smiled through them, standing up to wrap her arms around her boyfriend, "You are an amazing man, but you really are a jerk."

Punk let out a chuckle, wrapping his amrs around her tightly, "I realised that."

Emma kissed him softly, "Can you please apologise to John?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I will. Besides, I'm a bit more of a jerk than I've let on." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "I may have said something about his relationship."

Everything that John had said suddenly came full circle and Emma's eyes widened, "He's getting a divorce isn't he?"

"You spoke to him, didn't you?"

"He didn't tell me outright but I now understand what he meant about seeing you happy."

Punk groaned, rubbing a hand over his tired face, "Now I feel even worse. He's divorcing Liz. It's just not working out for them anymore and he's been miserable, and Jesus, I'm a douchebag."

"Just talk to him tomorrow."

The WWE Champion nodded, leaning down to kiss his girlfriend. His face widened into a smirk and he wriggled his eyebrows at her, "Now how about I help you change out of these clothes?"

Her laugh echoed through the bus, "You went from sweet to seedy in 3 seconds. That has to be some sort of a record!" Her squeals resounded through the bus as Punk swung her up and carried her into the back of the bus where his bedroom was. Punk only grinned at her squeals and laugh and realised he would always try to make sure she was happy with him all the time, just so he could hear that laugh. And it made him so happy just to know he was the one that caused her happiness.

Sunday 1st April

Wrestlemania was a chaotic affair. Emma was bouncing around backstage like a nervous wreck, watching as Punk and Jericho battled it out for the WWE Championship. Punk had decided it would be much more fun if he told Emma the results of the other matches but not his own prior to the start of Wrestlemania. No matter how much she threatened him with abstinence or kicking him, the WWE Champion refused to give any details about the winner of the match. Whilst the bustle of the other employees of WWE continued around her, her eyes were trained to the screen of the monitors in the backstage area and she let out a shriek when Punk got the cover to win the WWE Championship. Throwing her arms in the air, she jumped around on the spot, causing Mike Mizanin to look at her amused.

"And people say I'm insane."

Emma laughed, wrapping an arm around Mike, "He won!"

"So I saw before you decided to shriek in my ear and deafen me."

She pinched his cheek, grinning, "Oh bite me." Her eyes caught sight of Punk as he made his way backstage, a towel slung over his shoulder as he wiped himself down, "You won!"

Punk couldn't even describe the feeling he got as he watched Emma run towards him and throw her arms around him. To think that he might not have had her by his side during this main event was insane. He knew that it was the best decision to have her back again and he pressed a sweaty kiss to her cheek, laughing as she squealed again. "Did you enjoy the match?"

Emma nodded, unwrapping her arms from around him to hug Chris Jericho, "Great match!"

Chris smiled, patting her on the ass quickly with a cheeky grin, "Thanks gorgeous. Hope you've got a celebration planned for him."

Emma winked, "I don't kiss and tell."

"If you continue to wink like that, we will be leaving before Wrestlemania ends."

Chris Jericho laughed, smacking Punk on the shoulder, "Great match, kid. I'll see you around."

As Jericho disappeared down the corridor, Punk was surrounded by other wrestlers and divas who had come to congratulate him. He kept an eye on Emma, who had found Dean and Seth. The trio had perched themselves on a large black equipment box, a packet of chips being passed around between the boys and Emma. As the people started to leave after congratulating Punk, he realised that John Cena and the Rock were standing near by, waiting for the start of their match. There was a musical act happening outside, so Punk knew he had little time to talk to John. Hoisting his belt over his shoulder, he stepped forward, calling out to his friend, "Yo, John boy!"

John looked up at Punk, a questioning look on his face. He stepped forward, "Congratulations on the win. It was a fine match you guys had."

Punk nodded, "I'm a jerk."

John's lips quirked, "Tell me something I don't know."

The WWE Champion smirked at his friend, "I want to apologise for what happened. I was out of line and I shouldn't have said what I did. I want to thank you for bringing her back into my life. She means everything to me."

"I know she does and I only wanted to help."

"I know you did and I'm sorry for what I said. You deserve to be happy too, Cena."

The Boston native chuckled, adjusting the cap on his head, "Maybe after my divorce, I'll find someone who makes me just as happy as she makes you."

"Trust me, I'll be there to help you get back into the dating game and set you up with some really bad dates for shits and giggles." Punk reached out a hand, "So are we good?"

John extended his hand also, and laughed as Punk pulled him into a one armed hug, "Yeah, we're good. You're still an asshole."

"You're still an asskisser." Punk pulled away and punched John in the arm, "Have fun out there."

John grinned, "I always do."

Emma grinned at the sight before her, her heart swelling at the reconciliation between the two good friends. From beside her, Dean Ambrose snorted, "What the fuck just happened? Are you sure Punk and John aren't the ones going out?"

The dark haired girl slapped him upside the head before stealing some chips from his packet in his hands, "Shut up, Ambrose."

He smirked at her, "So you got any single friends?"

"She has a sister whose probably just as insane as you."

Emma shot a glare at Punk as he made his way over to them, slinging an arm around her shoulders, "Stop pimping out my sister."

Dean looked intrigued, "I'll Facebook stalk her later."

"You're a perv."

He winked at them, "And ladies love it."

Punk rolled his eyes, pulling Emma up from the box, "Now, if you'll excuse me gentlemen, I have a celebration to start!" With a growl, he tossed Emma over his shoulder and made his way down the corridor, laughing as Emma slapped his back repeatedly. As he entered the locker room, he lifted her onto a massage table and kissed her soundly, "Love you."

"Love you too, Champ."

"Ready to go home?"

Emma's eyes lit up. She hadn't been to his apartment in months and she missed living in Chicago, "As long as you're there too."

Punk smiled, kissing her again. He couldn't have asked for a better night. He had his girl, his championship and his best friend back. All was right in the world and he only prayed that it would continue like this for a long time.

A/N: Tada! Hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think! And again apologies all around for the delay!