A/N: I see a light at the end of the tunnel...story should wrap in two more chapters (three at the most). Enjoy!

Edgar sat on the couch his, legs extended. Kate sat on the opposite end staring intently at her husband.

"Baby, I 'm sorry I've been such an ass. You've been nothing but perfect and I've been a shitty husband," admitted Edgar

"I'm worried about you Edgar. I expected you to go through some depression after the accident, but I'm afraid if you don't break out of it soon…" said Kate quietly.

"I'm not depressed!" spat Edgar angrily.

"Really? Could have fooled me," she retorted crossing her arms over her chest. "You've been home over a month. You barely speak to anyone. You refuse to either come back to our bed or to let me sleep with you. You never mention the baby," her voice started to quaver. Then in a whisper she said, "You've never even tried to touch me since…"

Edgar could see the anguish in her eyes; he felt like the lowest scumbag on the planet, "I'm half a man. Why would a woman like you want to be with someone so incomplete?"

Kate stared at Edgar in disbelief, "When did I ever indicate I wouldn't want to be with you? When did I ever make you feel like half a man? You're the one turning me away!"

"If I can't provide for this family what good am I? What kind of husband and father does that make me?"

"Have you decided that you won't go back to fishing?" countered Kate.

"No, of course not. It's who I am," replied Edgar.

"No, fishing is what you do, not who you are."

"It's all I know Kate! What am I going to do for the rest of my life if I can't get back on that boat?" said Edgar forlornly. Kate rose from her end of the couch and knelt next to Edgar. She caressed the side of his face, "Honey, we'll cross that bridge if we have to. You need to focus on healing."

Edgar pressed her hand against his cheek, "For argument's sake, lets say we have to."

"Well, we'll play to your strengths then," Kate said coyly.

"Such as…"

"You could be a male gigolo…"

Edgar rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I could hobble into their homes on my crutches."

Kate shrugged her shoulders, "You could work in a whole nurse-patient fetish…"

Edgar shuddered, "Eww, I get flashbacks of ankles and a sledgehammer…"

"Seriously though, you're great with your hands. IF and I mean if you're leg doesn't heal completely then you could do carpentry work. You love to build things. Worst-case scenario is you working on motors. We'll make it no matter what!"

"I don't want you working!" admitted Edgar.

Kate's mouth dropped open, "You god damn male chauvinist! Welcome to the twenty first century!"

"Kate! We talked about this before we got married. You're going to stay at home with the kids."

"I am because I want to, not because I have to! What do you think I would have done if you had died? Sat home and lived on welfare? I have a career too Edgar! I've chosen to cut back on my work so that I can devote most of my time and energy to being a wife and mother. However, should fate decide otherwise then I will step up to the challenge!"

Edgar sat silent, a thousand thoughts flitting through his mind. She was right of course. Marriage was a partnership and when needed one person would shoulder the responsibilities of both. "Do you want me to see a therapist?"

"You need to talk to someone, a therapist is one choice but there are others. What I think you need to do is stop sitting in the house in your own little pity party! Get a hobby. DO YOUR EXERCISES!" answered Kate. What she wanted to yell was that she wanted the old Edgar back. She wanted his upbeat, nothing's going to beat me attitude. Problem was she had no idea how to help her husband.

Thanks for reading! Now get back to writing your stories! :)