The Sun Mountain Lodge was beautiful.

Abbie sighed as they parked outside of the entrance at the main log cabin. It was a picturesque place that looked like something off of a postcard.

The main cabin was made out of cedar it had a tall ceiling with a big stone hearth and cozy red plaid couches on both sides of it and a nice warm paisley rug.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Beth Ann, welcome to the Sun Mountain Lodge, do you all have a reservation?"

"umm ... yes, it's under Crane, Ichabod Crane." Ichabod answered "See Abbie, it's the perfect place"

"It's okay, I don't see why we couldn't work on our issues at home. Why do we have to be here around all these nosy people?"

"Abbie"

"These couples are here because they want to put their marriage and their partner first, just like you do." Mrs. Beth Ann cut in.

Abbie chuckled at her statement

"Of course they are"

The lady Beth Ann was talkative, warm and she didn't fawn all over Crane like most women did. Under different circumstances Abbie might have thought she was a nice woman. But Abbie didn't understand why they had to do this. They were fine, she just needed time. Sooner or later she'd talk to Crane, now just wasn't the time.

Seeing Crane's discomfort and Abbie's standoffishness, Beth Ann simply gave them there log cabin number and the room keys and directed them towards the coffee bar.

The lobby had fresh coffee that tasted like blueberries and ever since Jenny let Crane taste that blueberry stout, he'd taken to those tiny little berries. Crane even used to put them in their pancakes.

Walking out of the main lodge, they saw Dr. Griffin pulling his luggage from his SUV. He waved at them and gave them a smile.

Crane seemed happy, full of life and hope.

Abbie watched as Crane waved at Dr. Griffin, she gave a small nod.

Their cabin was fitted with a living room, a luxurious woodsy spa themed bathroom with separate Jacuzzi tub and small kitchenette with pots, pans silverware and the works.

There were no televisions or radios. Instead they had a two side iron wood burning fireplace that showed in both the living room and their bed room.

It was annoyingly perfect.

"This is ridiculous" Abbie sighed "We don't need this because nothing is wrong with us, we're just going through"

"a rough patch, yes, one that has lasted almost a whole year"

'Crane"

"Abbie, we're here now, let's just go with it."

"Fine, I'm going to take a shower"

"Want me to join you?"

"I'm not going to be in there that long" She called over her shoulder as she shut the bathroom door behind her.

Crane sat down on the bed as he stared at the door. As he shifted atop the bed and found a letter with his surname written on it.

Slowly he opened the letter and found Dr. Griffins penmanship upon it.

Talk and Touch

Sit face to face while telling your partner something you love about them,

something you've kept from them and something you don't like about them

Allow your partner to do the same. Do not go to bed angry.

Be Honest.

Ichabod grasped the letter and wondered if they should do this, he didn't want to argue with her, he just wanted things to be better.

The shower took longer than she expected and Abbie kept disregarding that little voice in her head that reminded her that Crane was lonely waiting for her.

Abbie turned off the hot water, stepped out of the shower stall and wiped her eyes.

She jumped when she saw Crane sitting on the edge of the tub with damp hair. He had just gotten out of the bath.

When did he come in? She didn't hear a peep.

Abbie motioned towards where the towel laid on the counter and he stood up and beat her to it.

He snatched the towel laid it on the floor and sat Indian style on the floor. He offered her his hand.

"But Crane we'll freeze"

"I'll give you the robe after we talk"

"But Crane the floor is cold"

"I know that's why I put down both towels, plus the floor is heated Abbie"

"But Crane"

"Leftenant, get down here now" His face was set, the vein in his forehead was large and pronounced.

"Why can't you just give me the robe now?!"

"Why do you even need it?" He yelled.

"Fine, you won't get down here so I'm coming up there"

"Crane, what are you doing?" Abbie asked as Crane stood up and wrapped his arms around her.

She flinched when he touched her, his hands rubbing a stray piece of hair.

"I love that you are always thinking of other people, those you love and care for and even strangers you'll never know, you're always trying to do your very best for them, I love that about you. I love how you look after of Elijah and take care of me. I love that you love being his mother. I also love that you're my wife and my best friend.

"Yet, I have to be honest, I am very angry at you." Ichabod whispered

"You're mad at me?"

"You never let me touch you anymore and I'm not talking about in the bedroom. You barely even let me hold your hand and each time you flinch away from me it makes me feel you're giving up, it forces me to think that maybe I hurt you in some way and I deserve it. I don't like when you do it and it hurts me that you feel you need to be distant from me. We used to discuss everything together but we don't anymore and I don't like that"

"Crane where is all this coming from"

"The exercise from Dr. Griffin"

"Oh God this again"

"Yes, we need to be honest."

"Crane we are honest"

"No WE aren't."

"It's hard for me to talk about these things with you"

"I know that but that doesn't mean you get to run away because you're scared. I'm shaken by this and I haven't given up"

"What do you want me to do?"

"The exercise"