I know that Vanessa seems very bitchy right now, but I promise you that there are reasons for her behavior. Also, I only own her.

"When are you guys going to realize that not everything is your business? Contrary to popular belief, I am an adult who is more than capable of running my own life." Vanessa glared at the blonde in the front seat who snorted at her last comment. "Something you wanna say, Trisha?"

Trish turned around and glanced at Vanessa. "Nothing at all."

"Well, I have something to say. If you were capable of running your own life, we would have to always knock sense into you, would we?"

"Steph…"

"Shut it. I don't want you to try to bullshit your way through this anymore. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Vanessa slammed her head on the backseat as she closed her eyes. "Hey Trish?"

"Yeah?"

"How's Randy taking the baby news?"

Trish sighed as she turned down the radio. "He hasn't really said much, but he hasn't run away either. So I'll take what I can get right now."

Vanessa knew that was a slight insult directed towards her but she chose not to comment. Instead she focused on where Stephanie was driving. Unfortunately Stephanie seemed to be going towards the one place Vanessa was trying to avoid. As Stephanie pulled into the driveway, Vanessa felt like her head was going to explode.

"Why the hell are we here?"

Stephanie turned the keys in the ignition. "Because you live here, jackass."

"I know that but I don't wanna be here right now."

"Too bad, princess. Did you happen to forget what today is?"

Vanessa furrowed her eyebrows and tried to concentrate. Unfortunately for her, she was coming up with nothing.

"I'll take the look on your face as a no. Today you and John are doing a photo shoot for InStyle Homes. So if I were you, I would put on your best June Cleaver impression and make nice with your hubby. Oh, and when you guys are done, you are to stay home and work things out with your husband, do you hear me?"

Vanessa reluctantly crawled out of the SUV. "When the hell did you become my mother?"

Stephanie smirked at the younger woman. "When you decided to act like one of my children. Hey Ness, you want some advice? It's going to be real hard for you to be a mom if you can't grow up." With that, Stephanie and Trish peeled out of the driveway.

Vanessa quietly stepped through the front door. She immediately glanced at a portrait of her and John that was taken when the couple first became engaged. It was a picture of Vanessa with no top on, embracing John by the beach. Her head was on his shoulder and her hair was blowing. After all the pictures the two had taken together, that one always remained her favorite. She put her handbag on the table and walked towards the kitchen. She smiled as she thought about the mornings she spent cooking breakfast wearing nothing more than one of John's jerseys. She went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. She let the cool liquid soothe her throat as a voice behind startled her.

"I thought you forgot."

"I almost did until Stephanie and Trish reminded me."

John shook his head as he sat on the island in the middle of the room. "That's not what I meant. I meant, I thought you forgot you had a home."

Vanessa sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was have a fight, especially if they were supposed to portray the happy, married couple in a few hours. "Can we talk about this after we get everyone out of the house?"

"Are we really going to talk or are you going to keep fucking avoiding me?" John saw Vanessa flinch at his words, but at this point he could have cared less. He was hurt, confused and angry. He was tired of always trying to figure out what was going in his wife's head. For once, he just wanted her to just tell him what she was feeling.

"Fine. I have to go get dressed. Do you know what you are wearing?"

"You always pick out my outfits for this kind of thing. If it was up to me, I would wear this." John gestured down to his jean shorts and Red Sox jersey. Vanessa fought the urge to roll her eyes. She forgot how fashion forward her husband wasn't.

"Let's go so we can get this over with." The couple walked upstairs to get ready for their day.

"You really do have a beautiful home. Who did most of the decorating?" Lisa Perez asked the young couple while sitting in the spacious living room. John and Vanessa smiled for the photographers and answered all the questions as if there was not a slight problem in their relationship. John sat with his arm around Vanessa and Vanessa was fighting the urge not to cry. She wanted to not be the fearful person that she had become. However, she wasn't sure how to let her walls down.

"Actually, when Ness moved in, I let her spice up things. Truth is, it was a bit of bachelor pad before she got here."

"A bit? Between the walls of Playboy covers to the stripper pole in the middle of the living room, I was surprised how he ever had family over here."

"I have a lot of brothers." John shrugged as the married couple fell into a cute banter for their guests.

The rest of the interview remained a blur for Vanessa. She answered all the questions and she responded when she was supposed to, but her heart and mind just weren't there. John showed everyone out while Vanessa let her heels slip from her feet and she grabbed a pillow, squeezing it tightly. She expected John to rush into the living room to start playing 20 questions. She was surprised that he didn't show up for another ten minutes. He sat down on the love seat opposite her and placed a glass of water down in front of her.

"I have a lot to ask you and I really, really need for you to be honest with me. Ness, if this marriage is going to work, you have got to start opening up to me. I love you, I really do, but I don't know how much more of your secrecy I can take. When things are good, they are fucking amazing. When things are bad, it's hard not to leave sometimes."

"Why haven't you left then?"

John groaned in frustration. "I made vows in front of our family and friends to be there through good and bad. I don't just leave when things get bad. Unlike some people in this room, I don't believe in backing down and running away. All I want to know is why are you so scared about us having a baby?"

Vanessa looked at her husband and was overcome with guilt. She was putting him through hell and she knew it. She didn't want to do this him anymore. She had to be honest with him and tell him everything, even if it meant putting her soul on display for criticism.

However, Vanessa's body didn't quite agree with her head. Just as she was about to open her mouth, a wave of nausea washed over her. She quickly ran to the bathroom to release the contents in her stomach. While she heaved in the toilet, she felt John grabbed her hair and rub her back.

"Well, that's one way of not having to tell me."