Hello All! So...here we are again! I am really excited about this story it is nothing but smut and fluff and fluff and smut! There is not huge plot to it so don't try to read into every little line like I know some of you do haha.

This one is about a married Bella and Edward who have lost their spark! BUT thanks to Dr. Denali the two quickly find the love again. It is great and it kind of starts out rough but just so you know...Edward is never the bad guy-crap just happens.

So without further a due...go read

Oh and Disclaimer: I don't own any of it...except for the smut of course :)

Happy Reading :D

BPOV

I shut my laptop off with a sigh and got up to start on dinner. Edward would be home in about an hour and if I didn't have his meal hot and ready then…I shook my head and walked into the kitchen. Beef stroganoff was his favorite so I thought that I might try to make this night a little less painful by brown nosing a bit. It was my grandmother's recipe and he loved it. So I made it from scratch alongside some Italian green beans and rolls that weren't so homemade.

I loved my husband. We had been married for three years. The first two years were bliss but now…I don't know what was happening. Our marriage was falling apart and it broke my heart. Honestly I didn't really understand the cause of it. We love each other. I love him with all of my heart and I am 95% positive he loves me as well but we just need…help. I have suggested marriage counseling but every time I bring it up it turns into an argument.

Why do we need counseling Bella? Are you saying something's wrong with me? I am fine. Everything is fine!

Ha…everything is not fine. Edward was a pediatrician. He loved kids and he loved helping them even more. He has a stressful job. I could understand that…countless sick kids that come into his office every day. He searches for cures to things that aren't curable. He makes every mom feel a little bit better about their child's illness. He solves every runny nose and cough in the area and yet he doesn't want to work on us. He doesn't want to find a cure for our disease.

He doesn't want to fix it so I took matters into my own hands. We love each other. We have just lost our spark. So I sought out a counselor for myself. He doesn't know and I don't want to tell him unless it works. I haven't been seeing a shrink and I haven't been seeing a marriage counselor alone…that defeats the purpose. So I have been seeing a sexologist. A sex advisor if you will. I only met with her once. After that we have been talking through emails. I told her that I couldn't have office visits with her without Edward finding out so we have decided to have our sessions via web. She has helped me a lot. Her name is Dr. Carmen Denali. She is extremely polite and when I met her face to face and I saw how flawlessly gorgeous she was my self esteem took a hit through the face. Long raven hair…beautiful bright blue eyes. You get the picture.

I heard the garage door open and I set the table as quickly as I possibly could. His plate was ready and sitting at his chair. Wine glasses were filled, candles were lit. Carmen suggested the candles-tonight was the start of my plan to save my marriage. She told me to surprise him, fix his favorite dinner and do whatever I would have done if we were still dating. So I went to the store and purchased the best wine I could fine as well as two candles and new holders to put them in. I put some food in my plate sat it at the table and made sure everything was perfect. I looked over myself. I was wearing my nice black dress with wide shoulders and a high neck that dipped below my shoulder blades. It stopped right above my knees. My hair was straight and draped over one of my shoulders. The heels I was wearing were a pair that Edward had purchased for me when we were on our honeymoon. He said they made my legs look longer and all he wanted was them wrapped around his waist. My legs haven't been anywhere near his waist in months. Closest they've been to him is when we pass each other in the bathroom trying to get ready in the morning.

I heard the door open and I stood up a little straighter at the side of my chair. Clearing my throat quietly I prayed that this night would end better than last night did. I cried myself to sleep last night…

"Bella!" He called in a confused voice. He must've smelled the food. I didn't blame him for being confused. The hottest meal I have fixed him in the past two months have been frozen dinners I found in the freezer section at the grocery store.

He turned the corner and saw the table before him and just cocked a perfect eyebrow. His greens eyes searched the room curiously. He glanced over me quickly and then turned away. I felt tears prick my eyes but I held them back. I didn't want him to see me cry. I stood there in complete horror for a second trying to figure out what I was going to do with all this food. I could take it to Charlie, my father, who lives thirty minutes down the road. Yeah I could take it to him and just stay there tonight. With a defeated sigh I started to reach for my plate to remove it from the table when he walked back in rolling up the sleeves to his button up.

"What are you doing?" He asked quickly and looked at my plate midair.

I sat the plate back down and blinked at him. "I thought that…I mean I didn't know you were going to…Nothing." I finally answered because the look he was giving me just continued to get more confused. Near the end of my rant I saw a bit of anger in those beautiful greens.

"I made beef stroganoff." I said and motioned to his chair. Our seats were at the opposite end of the table that seats six.

"I smelled it when I came in." He replied quickly.

I just nodded and watched him as he moved to sit down. Once he was in his seat I looked at him for a moment and then asked, "Do you need anything?"

He glanced around the table and then almost demanded, "Salt."

I took a deep breath and disappeared into the kitchen to get the salt and pepper. That was the one thing I had forgotten to put on the table. Good job Bella. His eyes were on his plate as I reentered the dining room and once I placed the shakers at his hand I walked back over to my seat and sat down. I watched him for a moment and waited until he had started eating before I took the first bite of my food. I felt a little sick to my stomach…nerves maybe? I hoped that this worked.

We ate silently until I couldn't take the clanging of silverware against porcelain anymore. "How was work?"

"Fine." He shrugged and didn't look up from his plate.

I stared at the bronze colored hair of his head for several moments and wondered if it still felt as soft as it once did. It had been too long since I last ran my fingers through it.

"This is new." He said and pointed his fork to the table. His eyes never met mine.

I shrugged and said, "Just wanted to do something special."

He looked up then but his eyes didn't meet mine. He stared at my nose…where he always looks when we speak. "Why?"

I frowned and turned my head to the side. "Can't I just make a nice meal for you?"

He shrugged and looked back to his plate as he started eating again. "I suppose. Normally you want something when you do this sort of thing."
I frowned deeper and had to bite my tongue a little to keep from lashing out at him. I am a grown ass woman and I can do whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I feel like doing it. I do not need your permission Mr. Cullen.

"I don't want anything." I mumbled and stared at my food. I definitely couldn't eat now. First plan of mission- fix marriage: FAIL

"Good." He said and picked up his wine glass.

I swear sometimes I think he just tempts me with that shit to see how far he can push me before I snap. I gripped the fork in my hand so tightly my fingers turned white. Stabbing a green bean before I stabbed him I continued the rest of the meal in silence. When he was done eating he pushed his plate away grabbed the wine glass and chugged what was left.

He looked at me then, into my eyes for the first time in half a year. "You can have the house Bella. I will give it up without a fuss. We don't have kids to worry about child support or anything to that degree. So I will let you keep the house and the car that I bought you."

I stared at him for several long minutes. Was he…was he divorcing me? "Excuse me?"

He raised his eyebrows and entwined his fingers as he rested his hands on the table in a business like manor. "Well isn't this what you are getting to. This whole nice dinner…fixing my favorite meal, wearing that dress, lighting candles. Aren't you just buttering me up before you drop the bomb and tell me you want a divorce?"

I frowned again and had to swallow the emotion in my throat. I will not cry in front of him. I will not cry! "No Edward…it's not."

He sighed and leaned back in his seat with a look of relief on his face. That made me feel a little better that he looked relieved to hear I didn't want to divorce him.

"Then why did you do it?" He asked me. He already asked that question once and I gave him the answer. Can we turn the repeat button off?

"Because I wanted to do something nice for you…" I answered almost timidly. I picked up my wine glass and held it to my lips for a moment before mumbling. "I wanted to make my husband happy for once."
I turned the wine glass up and repeated his gesture from a moment ago. When the glass was empty I sat it back down on the table and stood quickly taking my plate from my spot. I walked over to him and retrieved his plate as well but he just stared at the table. I almost expected my last sentence to upset him but if it did then he didn't show it. Or maybe he didn't hear me…that worked too.

I rinsed the plates off and sat them in the sink before grabbing the wine bottle and walking back into the dining room. "More?"

He nodded as I grabbed his glass and filled it half way full. I did the same with mine and then took my seat again. As I was taking a sip the most unexpected thing came out of his mouth.

"How was your day?" He questioned me. I can't even remember the last time he asked me that question.

"It was uh…it was fine." I stuttered out and took another sip of the wine.

He nodded and sipped from his own glass. Maybe it was the wine but more surprising words poured out of his mouth. "The diner was good. Thank you."

"You're welcome." I said without hesitation. I hardly ever get compliments anymore and when I do get them I hold onto them as if they're worth a million dollars.

He stood quickly and walked out of the room with his wine glass. Before he got to his office door that was connected to the dining room he turned to me and asked, "Would you mind to leave some for me to take to work tomorrow?"

I looked to him and smiled slowly. "No, I'd love to."

He tried to smile but it didn't show up as well as it could have so he just turned and slipped into his study where he spent most of his free time. When we were first married and we moved into this house we agreed to have rooms of our own, rooms were the other wasn't allowed to enter. His was the study/library/his office. Mine was the spare room upstairs that had my book selection as well as my laptop where I did most of my writing. I wasn't allowed into the study-hence why he spent most of his free time there.

With a sigh I stood up and blew out the candles before handing into the kitchen and starting on the dishes. I put everything away and even filled a rubber maid bowl with some stroganoff and labeled it with a post-it note that read: Your lunch. After everything was put away and his lunch was stowed in the fridge where he could see it I turned the lights off and headed upstairs. Dinner went a hell of a lot better than I could have even hoped for. He paid me a compliment…god I haven't heard a compliment from him in what felt like decades. Last one I think was when he thanked me for not entering his sanctum -aka the study- and I am 99% sure he was being sarcastic when he said that because I had entered his office.

I dressed into my comfy pajamas. Carmen suggested to wear lingerie tonight but I wasn't pushing my luck. I was lucky enough to have gotten a thank you and dinner was good. I wasn't one to push my luck, it is something I am lacking in. I had washed off all of my make-up and was about to crawl into bed when the door opened and Edward walked in. My heart still puttered a little as I took him in even though we fight all the time and he normally has bad things to say to me rather than things that would make my heart putter. I still loved him. I always will.

"You're up earlier than usual." I gathered and slipped under the covers on my side of the bed.

He shrugged and started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards the closet. "Just really tired."

I didn't respond. I only pulled the covers higher and turned my back towards his side of the bed. This was normal for us…unfortunately. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but I couldn't. I was on edge a little ever since his compliment. It kind of threw things off balance.

Moments later Edward turned the lights off and slipped into the bed. I heard the alarm clock on his nightstand beep several times as he prepared it for his five a.m. wake up then he settled into his normal slipping pattern which was no surprise-his back facing me.

"Goodnight Bella." He said softly.

I felt myself smiling a little as I responded. "Goodnight."

After a long pause he said, "I love you."

There went the puttering. I smiled brighter and said, "I know Edward."

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New chapter soon hopefully oh and I have no beta for this so sorry if there are lots of mistakes. I proofread as quickly as possible on the first chapter :D

*K Ray*