"Hello New York City. It's now 2pm, and it's a nice day here in the circle of this sleepless city. Wet and chilly from the snow storm we had yesterday, but today seems a little with some cool breeze and sunlight all day. But hey, It's better than watching Colt Cabana model a speedo to the beach!" Everyone in the radio studio laughed as the man continued to talk. "It's a brand New Year so Happy 2017, everybody." A few whistles and claps filled the room at that proclamation.

"Man, I tell ya, I can't wait for Spring to come and summer to follow. Perfect time to paint the town any color you want, or to find somewhere else to go in the Big Apple. Little Maria Red Riding Hood has a full rundown of things to do here in the city; DJ Kofi spins the hottest hits in the world for you to jam to, and the Cabana man has entertainment news that will shock and awe you.

And then you have me, the man you dream of being and being with after hours. We have three hours together, lots to talk about, and a ton of music to listen to. Embrace the stack of papers left to finish, run out of class and head bang to this new Shinedown track. This is Cult of Personality radio on Sirius XM 216. I'm your fearless leader, your savior, the voice of the voiceless and your favorite, CM Punk."

'Turn Left…Turn….recalculating…'

"Recalculating? Cén fáth?" The yelling and cursing made the two other people in the car wince, watching their orange-haired companion slam his fist in frustration against the wheel of his Cadillac CTS. "I thought having a built in GPS would be better!"

"Well, baby, I told you to use the accurate address and not just the street number." Hearing this, the man0 sighed, turning his head to his wife as she raised her eyebrows with a smile. "But it would have told you to stay on the main road like we did right?" she taunted.

"Do ya have to bring that up every time?"

"You mean the fact that you love driving your new baby so much that you wanted to zig zag your way through the Avenues? Yes, I do."

"Guys!" April Jeanette, known to her close friends as AJ, yelled to them to her hands up in annoyance. Both Kaitlyn Bonin and Stephen Farrelly, sometimes referred to as 'Sheamus' due to his ginger look and Irish lineage, turned to their petite friend as she huffed with a tight, annoyed smile. "You two promised to act like a normal, married couple today."

Kaitlyn smacked Stephen's chest lightly as the light turned green, causing him to drive on and actually listen to the GPS with a smile. "We don't have all day to show off, so go to the house," she commanded. He nodded, heading in the direction it told him, and then he grabbed her hand to kiss it. "Annnnnd now I love him again," she chimed with a huge smile.

"And I loved yer arse in those jeans today," he mumbled while grinning wolfishly as he took a peak at her tush, putting on a playful satisfied smile as April shook her head glaring.

"Well, it is a nice one," Kaitlyn added with a hint of arrogance. "And it's taken care of by the classiest guy in the world." Stephen responded by grabbing one of her toned and powerful thighs, giving it a squeeze while they decided to steal kisses while driving, April just started at the couple in confusion.

"Do you always talk like that to each other?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

Even though they argued more than hockey fans did drunk, Kaitlyn and Stephen stuck it out for six years. Now, Kaitlyn finally had a shiny rock and wedding band on her finger to officially flaunt and show off the love and appreciation that Stephen had for her, and the commitment that would continue for years to come. AJ was more than happy for her friends and hoped to have a relationship like theirs again someday, especially in light of what had happened which helped facilitate this current conundrum.

"Hey, we're finally acting married. Relax shorty," Kaitlyn grinned while studying the beautiful enormous brownstones and townhouses on the arriving block with a smile. "Boy, the Upper West Side is so beautiful. I bet there are a handful of single, hot men with money, dogs, cute features, that sort of thing."

"Kaitlyn, please…not now. It's not funny," AJ retorted as she looked down, frowning as she thought of the situation surrounding her.

"Sorry, April. But, this is the point of moving. Tampa was nice but you love the city, and New York is where it's at. I'm going to help you as much as possible and so will Stephen. Nick would have want what's best for you and being in a new environment is good," Kaitlyn assured.

AJ responded by saying, "Dating someone with a stick in his rear end is the complete opposite of the best." Kaitlyn gasped, rolling her jaw in shock, while Stephen just snorted and exhaled with an entertained grin for his sharped tongue spunky friend.

Once the car stopped, AJ glanced at the big brick building with a wide eyes and a huge smile, knowing this place in the city would be good enough for her to call home from now on.

"This is it; 302 West 85th Street. Hopefully, everything is complete here." AJ slowly got out of the car and wrapped her jacket around herself snuggly, smiling optimistically at the surroundings. The stoop was covered with ice and snow, the trees in the Central Park area still without much green, and the people quickly moving to the beat of their own sound. This was it. This was the house made for just for her to live in.

She had only worked in the area before, but now she wanted to settle in as a resident in the Upper West. Doing it alone would be hard, so she got more excited when her closest friends who already resided in the big bright city decided to help as well.

Soon, a raven hair woman dressed in a black dress and high heels walked towards them and opened the gate with a planner and a huge ear to ear smile. Kaitlyn plastered on her most contrived of fake smiles as the woman walked up to her. "Kaitlyn!" the lady greeted in her heavy Lithuanian accent.

"Hello, Aksana." The two women greeted each other with cheek kisses, AJ rolled her eyes and predicted to be perky as Stephen laughed; knowing that Kaitlyn always hated Aksana for being, in her view, a selfish, sharped mouthed, mirror hogging, stuck up bitch. But in a city as big as New York, it was still hard to avoid people. "You look good," she forced herself into saying, her true feelings being hidden under feigned sincerity.

"Not as good as you, my dear. I love the hair! And my, my, Stephen. Hello!"

Stephen held his hand out as Aksana gloated more. "You looked amazing on the cover of Men's Fitness this month."

Kaitlyn snickered as Aksana tried to butter them up, completely ignoring AJ and kissing her ass continuously. "Thanks. John told me the reconstructions on this here house were all finished and that we could come see it. The original owner of the property would like to move it here. You remember AJ, don't you?"

Askana leaned over and saw AJ, giving her an anxious smile as she clapped her hands together. "Wow. I had no idea this house was owned by someone like you." AJ nodded with a tight smile and Aksana smiled back. "Yes, I do indeed remember little AJ…"

"I make up for my lack of height with class and knowledge. I can't say the same for you, Aksana. And it's Ms. Mendez to you," AJ snapped as Kaitlyn grinned in satisfaction. She vaguely remembered Aksana as the annoying friend in the circle that turned out to be another phony to Kaitlyn. AJ couldn't stand that, and she didn't want to be friendly with the woman who said horrible things to her.

"And it's great you do, because April wants to see her house. And the renovations better be great or somebody is going back oversees with a hand print on her face and an empty bank account," Kaitlyn injected firmly and Aksana just kept smiling while she took it.

"Anything for my favorite clients. Follow me."

"She learned to be defensive and strong minded from you, lass. I love it," Stephen stated as Kaitlyn snickered.

"I can't wait for you all to see all the work. When your husband gave us the designs, we started all the work right away. We made this townhouse more modern and private. So we completed it perfectly. AJ, for a woman like you, this house is great. I look at you and I think…"

"Aksana, I appreciate the flattery, but I'm not in the mood right now. I just flew in, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and these two are going to fuck like rabbits while I sleep in the guest room. I want sleep, food and to make sure I'm not staying in that room when I move to this city. I know how private, beautiful, huge and modern this house is because I drew the layout, so just open the fucking door and show me," AJ rambled out as Kaitlyn snorted and Aksana stood shocked, then snapped back on her smirk and led them into the house quickly.

"See, I told ya she would love it. She's smiling." Stephen gloated while entwining his hand with Kaitlyn. AJ studied the house with a bright grin once the door opened. The place felt like more of a huge family townhouse with nice carpets, wooden floors, and solid white and brick red walls. The dining room, living room were separated from the kitchen, family and sitting room. She walked upstairs to see more bedrooms and bathrooms on the second floor. A master suite and the master bedroom took up the third floor. It had a lot of space with a walk in closet and a private bathroom. It was exactly what she had envisioned and she loved it.

"They just finished up right?" Stephen asked as AJ walked back down, seeing Kaitlyn wave for her to come out back.

"Yes. The inspector gave it the green light and the power has been connected. There's lots of outdoor space out back, a rooftop deck with gorgeous skyline and park views, and full walk out basement with wet bar and fireplace towards the outdoor patio." They followed the girls while they squealed at the room.

"It's perfect," Kaitlyn praised while smiling with AJ.

"It's great. Just how I designed it to be," AJ sighed out with agreement.

"Your master bedroom has stairs to the kitchen and the main rooms. So we can turn the family room into a play room and the biggest one will be a kids' bedroom," Kaitlyn described.

"A play room?"

"For you. I watched you live like a Marvel-loving, Xbox-playing nerd. I've stepped on enough controllers and heard enough virtual shooting to know that is your sure-fire habit. If you're going to continue it, you need a safe cave so that others won't have to stare at." AJ just giggled sarcastically at her while she continued to change the blue print of the space. Stephen wrapped his arm around AJ's shoulder and she glanced up.

"You can finally move in and pay the bills on it. Just like you planned to do," he reminded her.

"Did everyone at the King's table approve this? It's a dollar away from being a five million dollar home," she sassed and Stephen let out a soft laugh. "I could just sell it and let someone else move in."

"Nope. It's your house. So you should take it." Stephen turned to Aksana, who just shut down when he winked. "It's not a problem is it?"

AJ rolled her eyes while Aksana laughed nervously, falling for Stephen's charm. What a sucker. "Not at all. I already arranged the paperwork and it's ready for you right now. I'll have it taken off this one market."

"I can't do that. It's too much," AJ relented while looking around still.

"AJ, we settled you in already. With John coming to the Giants, he wants to keep an eye on you."

"Great, the continuous ongoings of the AJ watch will never end," she muttered sarcastically. "I don't need anyone babysitting me anymore. I'm healthy and I'm fine."

"We know that," Stephen replied. "Doesn't stop us from doing it." He squeezed her as she chuckled. "We have your back, lass."

"I know but…"

AJ tried to object but Kaitlyn posted a hand up. "No objections. You want to get back to work and I want to help." AJ nodded as Kaitlyn cheered. "It'll be fun being in New York, I suppose," she surmised with a small shrug.

"You're on your own for the first time. Plus, we're proud of you and how far you've gotten these past few months. Your books have been selling like hotcakes and your career is going great. You left to better yourself and nailed your recovery. We just want to keep helping and give your dream house back at the same time." Stephen added, pouting with Kaitlyn as AJ sighed.

"If not for you, AJ, then at least do it for your daughter," Kaitlyn reminded as AJ looked down with Stephen gently placing his hand her back. She held back her tears and Kaitlyn did it also, smiling with him as AJ finally nodded an agreement.

"Okay. Fine. But I need everything to be safe here." They all nodded together while A.J. turned to Aksana.

"I'm moving in," AJ exhaled, making Kaitlyn hug her and Stephen smile widely. "So... now that it's all settled, can we grab a bite to eat and some hot chocolate now?"

"Totally. I'll tell Alicia to come by and look at the rooms for an idea on how to decorate. And Layla will meet us downtown for lunch. After that, we can go furniture hunting," Kaitlyn listed off as she gushed more. "I can't wait for Dulce to see her new home. All her aunties and uncles are going to make sure nothing ever happens to you two here. She'll love it here," she cooed softly with her hand they followed Aksana out the door and back to the streets.

AJ was not only happy that this reboot of her life was already off to a great start, but lucky that she and her daughter had great people helping her along the way.

"Punk, this place is amazing," Amy bragged with a huge grin as they strolled through a beautiful red brick four bedroom single family home near Central Park. "I mean, you have a living room, dining room, family room and a nice office. "

"It's going to be in the Hall of Fame for Man Caves when it's all said and done," he expressed while the Realtor followed them outside, and into the wet and well-lit penthouse patio.

"So you can take this floor and Colt can take the apartment below you since that's one bedroom," Amy suggested. "This patio is so perfect. You were right about the streets and you can see the skyline from this view."

"Yeah, I know," was his quick retort. As they viewed at the house from the outside, Punk sighed, pulling his sunglasses over his head and he glanced to his phone. "The Upper West side seems so uptight. Old money and stick up and what now." he queried.

"It's fantastic here. Crime rate is low; no registered sex offenders and there hasn't been a home invasion is the community. It's right next to Central Park West, as well as all major MTA train and bus terminals, West Side Piers and many great parks. All the private schools are at least two miles over. and, there is Central Park," the realtor explained descriptively.

"Phil." Amy tapped him and he turned to her, rolling his eyes and pulling his Cubs hat up a little. "This place is gold. We've seen ten townhouses, single family homes and condos in the city and those look like over priced cabins compared to this one. Six thousand four hundred square feet on one floor. Without the stairs, its simalar to your place your house in Chicago."

"I know, Amy," he stressed and ran his fingers over his head as Amy frowned. Something was rubbing her best friend the wrong way.

"Can you give us a moment?" she waved the man away and pulled Punk to the side. "What happened? Was work okay?"

"Yeah, things with the station and the show are great. I'm fine…"

"Except that you aren't. You've been acting crabby lately. Is the team having a hard time dealing with the move?"

"No, Maria's the one who actually picked out this place," he stated and Amy shook her head in confusion. "She's moving on Central Park West with Mike and that noticed this for sale."

Amy was starting to get annoyed. "So what the hell are we doing here? Do you have to drop off the bag of money in person? What's the problem?" she asked.

Punk rolled his eyes and took a seat near the fire pit, lifting his shoulders as he sat. "He let go of my hand."

Amy shook her head and gave him a confused stare. "What… who Marco?"

"Yes," Phil sighed as he rambled on with a small slunk pout, looking completely distraught. "I went to drop him off with Kofi for the first time and…he just let go. He didn't cling to my leg or give me some creepy sob and frown. Lex had the new Donkey Kong Jungle Smash on that stupid Kinect system so once he saw that…he forgot all about me."

"C'mon, he didn't forget about you."

"But he will, Amy." He looked up and Amy gave him a soft chuckle. "I mean, if it's not a game, it's going to be something else. Soon it will be a car, his phone or friends, or even worse... a girl." Punk trailed on with disgust in his eyes as Amy sat next to him.

Amy noticed Phil's body language and pouting when Marco was discussed. For someone who wasn't ready to enter fatherhood, Punk become very devoted to it, and he would move heaven, earth and all the planets needed to make Marco happy. He had been handling his single dad duties the best way he could, so to see his son pulling away to become a little independent really scared him. That and being in a new city with a new job and in the spotlight made him nothing but paranoid. And as his BFF, Amy knew she needed to make him feel better about it.

"He's letting go. It's a good thing. Means that all the moving you have done hasn't made him as closed off as you were, and he's ready to be independent."

"I know," he nodded as she looked at the sun fall in the sky. "I just want everything to be right for him here. A lot can happen in four years for us and not being in Chicago is a huge change for him. I don't even know if I'll be staying here long but I don't want him living in a hotel all his life."

"Well, he has us. I'm going to make sure everything goes perfectly if you guys mess up. I mean, I even though I'm pregnant with Adam's kid, I'll try to kick an ass or two should anyone touch my godson," She admonished and Phil smiled, leaning on her as they admired the house.

"This place is really kick ass. But still, it's nothing like Chicago."

Amy rolled her eyes with a smile as he nodded. "Yeah, yeah whatever you say. "Since Colt, Maria and Kofi are here with us; maybe I can actually help them find a girlfriend for you. Living in this home alone does sound pretty sad," she rambled on while he laughed.

"We'll see about that, Ames," he groaned. "Well, 298 West 85th street, looks like I should get use to calling you home for now." And with that, he stood up and walked back into the house, waving one of the Realtors over.

"Let's see about a pirate feel in the kid's bedroom. He's obsessed with that," He suggested with a smile. Amy all the while smirked on as they kept taking a tour of the new Brooks house.

Hey Girls and Guys, I'm back again. And I've gone AU this time. Main Pairing is AJPunk of course with others coming into play. I know my last story was a hit yet tragedy was it's main focus, so I decided to get this romantic one out of my system before I return to the WWE universe again. I won't be doing too much footnoting, trying not to take away from the story. I am on Tumblr now: gonewiththewinfab. If you have anything to talk about with me, story or WWE related, just hit me up there and follow me. I hope you all love it, I put my brain to work on this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The next chapter is where Punk and AJ meet...and it's in the most heart wrenching close call possible.

Tell then, Besos.