What If? III

"Sit down in the rocking chair." she laughed a little as she took Brandon.

Punk went to sit in the rocking chair. "Hand him over." he chuckled.

Lacy chuckled a little and situated Brandon in Phil's arms, making sure his head was propped up a little. "You can't let his head go back too far or he'll choke on the milk," she told him. Not like she was an expert on babies, and here she was 'teaching' him, lol. She grabbed a pillow and put it behind Punk's shoulder, "because your arm is gonna hurt propping him up like that after a while. And finally..." she gave Brandon his bottle, and he rested his head against Phil's chest as he drank from the bottle. Adorable, lol.

"Geez, all this to feed him a bottle." he chuckled. "Make sure you take a picture before he spits it all up on me." he joked.

"He won't spit up if you burp him." She laughed a little. "Want me to leave you guys alone for a minute?"

"Yeah. Go shower and relax, then I'll meet you in bed. I think I can take it from here."

She nodded and leaned down to kiss Brandon's forehead before leaving the room.

After a while, Brandon had finished his bottle and Punk went to put him in his crib. "Alright bud, you need some sleep. Tomorrow I'll play with you allll day, but I don't want you to be cranky." he chuckled to himself. He put the blanket over Brandon and kissed the top of his head. "Night bud, I love you." he said as he stroked his hand lightly and kissed his cheek. He left the room, leaving the door slightly open and then headed off to his room. "I think I've got it down packed." Punk said as he walked into the room and plopped down on the bed.

"Phil." she laughed a little as he just plopped down. "Did you burp him?" Probably not, lol.

"I didn't have to, he burped on his own." he chuckled.

"Just like his Dad." she teased him lightly.

"He takes after me." he smirked as he went to lay down next to her.

"I thought that everyday when you weren't here," she told him.

"And now you know it's true." he chuckled. "It feels good to be home, in a comfortable bed and not having to hear gunshots at night." he said. "I'm glad that I got out of there."

"Me too," she said sincerely, looking up at him and placing her hand on his chest. "I was really scared, Phil."

"I know." he said as he held her hand and kissed the back of it. "I hated putting you in that predicament."

"I mean..." She sighed. "Technically, the army was in your life before I was. I wasn't asking you to choose it over me."

"I know, but if I had a choice, I would have picked you over it."

"Well we don't have to worry about that anymore."

"Sure don't. I'm home for good." he said as he kissed her forehead.

She nodded. "For good." she leaned up to kiss him softly.

He returned her kiss and pulled her to him gently.

She sighed in content and continued to kiss him, running a hand over his hair.

"How long is Brandon out for?" he asked as he started to kiss her neck.

"A few hours," she tilted her head back for him.