So, this will be an Edward x Bella.

Edward and Bella, are a normal married couple, living a normal life in a normal suburb, working normal jobs...well, if you can call secretly being assassins "normal". But neither Bella nor Edward know about their spouse's secret until they are surprised to find each other as targets! But on their quest to kill each other, they learn a lot more about each other than they have in the past five (or six) years of their marriage.

Bella's POV:

"Are you ready to go yet?" The familiar voice of my husband calls from the door.

I sighed, ignoring him as I inserted my small studded earrings into my ears, and smoothed out the small necklace, along with my navy blue wraparound sweater, and khaki pencil skirt. "Give me a moment. I just need to put my shoes on, and I'll be ready." I call back, with an eye roll.

I hated when he acted this way. I surely wasn't the one who suggested we go to marriage counseling, not that I am complaining.

It'll give us a distraction, even if it is for just an hour and a half.

Sighing once more, I secured all of my weapons to my body, to give me some sort of security, before I proceeded to slip on my navy blue trench coat, then quickly stepped into my black ballet flats and snatched my purse off the bed, and exited the door.

"We have exactly forty minutes to make it across town. You did that on purpose." He muttered, guiding me out of our house.

"It was five minutes, let it go.." I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing my scarf from the couch and securing it onto my neck.

"I can never win an argument with this woman." He mutters slamming the door behind us, as I made my way towards the front door ignoring his annoyed muttering.

It had been over a few months since shit hit the ceiling, yet here we were, still married, and arguing like we have been together for sixty years rather than six years.

"So what is that doctor's name?" I asked, in an attempt to ease the tension both of us felt as we waited for the elevator.

"His name is Dr. Frank Aspen. He has been a counselor for thirty years. Credentials were confirmed when I called. Yes, the place is secure, Emmett checked this morning as well as last night. Now, will you please relax? This is supposed to help us. Not fucking tear us apart. Besides… you were the one who suggested we go to counseling..." He muttered, throwing his arm around my shoulder before he leaned over to kiss my forehead.

I wanted to tell him he was wrong. Fifty percent of couples who attend marriage counseling still end up divorced. Only about fifteen percent are successful. Or so I am told.

But here I was, heading towards the office of a stranger so he could psychoanalyze us and pick apart our marriage.

Edward fully believes this would help us. Not that I disagree. Though I don't fully agree with opening up to an unknown stranger, I did agree we needed help. Especially since the whole knife-throwing debacle a month ago happened. Besides, he was right. I had suggested we attend counseling. Two years ago.

I sighed again, biting my lip in an attempt to hold my tongue, as we both head towards the car. With one last look towards our house, we drive away.

"It'll be alright…" He whispered again, he drove away in the direction of the therapist's office.

I wordlessly nod, as I watched our house disappear from my view.

The time that it takes us to make our way across town, to the office of Dr. Frank Aspen, I have already debated and fought with myself. Questioning my sanity, and wondering why I decided this would be a good idea in the first place.

The office is on the fourth floor of an eight-floor building. I sigh in relief as I enter, and notice the light, and relaxing atmosphere within the room.

The walls are a soft, cream color, and the floor is made of white pine, the chairs are plush, and welcoming. There are plants in every corner of the wide.

"Good morning. Welcome to Aspen Counseling. How may I help you?" The overly done, the fake tanned, orange-haired receptionist asked, cheerfully, while eyeing my husband lecherously.

'Do not kill the simpleton, Bella.' I chant while taking a deep breath.

"We have an appointment with Dr. Aspen today at ten-fifteen," Edward replied politely while wrapping his hand around my wrist tightly.

"Oh yes! Let me inform the doctor of your arrival. Please have a seat. You're welcome to have some coffee, muffins, or any snack over at the table in the corner while you wait." She said, blinking widely at him, before she got up, shaking her hips exaggeratedly, and disappeared through the double doors next to her large desk.

"Thank you," Edward replied as I responded too with a dry smile, before turning and heading towards the small table. "What are you doing?" He asked as he eyes the goods on the table

"What does it look like? I am helping myself to the snacks on the table…" I parroted, in a high pitch voice.

He snickered at me before he grabbed one of the large muffins, and prepared himself a small cup of coffee. "Keep this in your bag." He muttered, dropping a bottle of water in my purse before he took a large bite off the side of the muffin.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a blueberry muffin, and a bottle of orange juice before following him to the chairs.

It takes a few minutes before the lecherous receptionist walks back in, fluffing her hair. "The doctor says to head right in." She says, batting her eyelashes again.

"You go right in. I need to use the little girl's room…" I replied, as we stood up.

He looked at me for a moment, pursing his lips before he nodded in response. "Don't take too long…" He muttered, leaning down to press his lips to mine, before leaning to speak into my ear. "Don't hurt the girl, love." He whispered.

"Oh, I won't," I replied, smiling angelically at him.

He rolled his eyes at me before he disappeared through the doors.

I waited for a moment until I knew he was gone before I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on my clothes.

I then slowly approached the desk and placing a friendly smile on my face.

"Oh hi. Did you need something?" She asked, jumping in surprise at my appearance.

"No, not at the moment.." I replied, smiling at the confusion on her over made face.

"Oh, then. What's wrong?" She asked.

"I just wanted to inform you that it is inappropriate for you to be eyeing men who happen to be married," I say, evenly.

"Oh, it's just looking, it's not like I was flirting with the guy." She replied, with an eye roll.

I felt my left eye begin to twitch as I listened to her nasal voice. Grating on my last nerve, nevertheless, ignored it and leaned forward, lowering my voice.

"Oh, but you were… and if I see you doing that again. I won't hesitate to put my knife through your fucking skull. Am I clear?" I asked, giving her a threatening smile.

She gasped, her face turning paler than a ghost, despite her face being two tones too dark due to the makeup caked on her face. "Cr—Crystal." She stuttered, gulping.

"Great. Now, which way is the lady's room?" I asked, expectantly.

"Through— through there. S-second door on the— the right." She stuttered.

"Thanks," I replied, coolly, before walking in the direction she told me to walk in.