Alright, We're back to Bella. Not a lot of people will know what's wrong with her, but I'll explain after the next chapter(chapter 4).

Chapter 3

BPOV

Hanging up from talking to Edward after he found the note at home was a little harder than I thought it would be.

I could hear the panic and worry in his voice as I talked to him. And that's understandable because he didn't know whether our marriage was over or not.

I don't plan on our marriage being over. But, things need to change.

That's also going to depend on him. If this way of living we've fallen into keeps going, it doesn't matter how much I love my husband. I will take my kids and move out. I can't keep them in that kind of environment, and I sure as hell won't stay in that kind of environment.

At least, I hope it doesn't come down to that.

I walk back to where my mom and I were sitting out in their sunroom, and plop back down in my chair, grabbing my drink.

"How'd it go, honey?" Mom asked, and I hear the sympathy in her voice.

Sighing, I tell her, "Well, he definitely was shocked." I rub my head, trying to stave off the headache that's forming. "I think it did the job, though. He just didn't realize how far off he's gotten since Carlisle's heart attack. I know he's trying to keep a company going, and he's worried about his dad. But, he's also got a family, a wife and kids. It's just gotten to where he comes home to shower and sleep, and we just became background noise. Hopefully, he'll sit down and think about it and we can figure something out."

She reaches over and grabs my hand and squeezes it. "Baby girl, you know he'll get his head out of his ass and realize what's been going on. Now that this has hit him in the face, he'll snap out of it. He's a smart man. He's just gotten bogged down with running the company."

I nod, and squeeze her hand back. "I know, ma. I just wished it hadn't gone on this long. And that's partly on me, too. I just hoped he'd get everything over there calmed down and finally have at least a little focus back on his family."

"Well, we'll see what happens after he's slept on it and gotten some perspective. I'm gonna head on up and check on the kids and then head to bed, myself. I'll see you in the morning, honey." She stood up and kissed my check as she passed me to go in.

"Night, mama."

I sat out there for a while longer, just thinking. It's gonna be hard to shut my brain off when I'm nervous that he's over at our house freaking out and worried we're gonna get a divorce.

Maybe this was a little too much.

This was over the top and just way too…

No. No, he needed this. It's the wake-up call he needed to see just what could have happened if things keep going the way they are.

Blowing out a breathe, I get up and go back in, locking up the house and going to my room my parents always keep here for us when we want to stay over.

Laying down in bed, I look out the window and try to lull myself to sleep.

But it's becoming more and more fruitless.

I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight.

***YDEKWIA***

Jolting awake, I look around trying to remember where I'm at. I shake my head and notice I'm in my room at my parent's house.

I look over at the clock and see it's almost five in the morning. I remember falling asleep, finally, around three after tossing and turning.

Staring at the ceiling, I know I'm not going back to sleep. But I can't bring myself to get up yet.

I'm just so exhausted. And it's not just being tired from lack of sleep last night. My whole being is mentally, physically and psychologically exhausted. And having some time to myself in the morning, a completely unusual thing for me, is nice to have.

I let myself fall in and out of an almost sleep for the next hour or so, before finally just getting up and going to the kitchen to start some breakfast for everyone.

I find my dad in the kitchen, per usual on a Saturday, ready to head out to go fishing.

"Hey daddy." I greet him and kiss his cheek as I pass him.

"Hey butterbean. Why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep." I mutter as I grab my own mug and pour some coffee for myself. "I thought Jake was going with you this morning?" I ask, because the two had planned on getting up early and heading out to the small lake not too far from my parent's house. Jake swore he'd be up and ready when Pop was. He was setting an alarm and he was gonna have his clothes all set out and ready to go.

"He's draggin ass, as I suspected he would." Dad's mustache twitched as he brought his coffee up to take a sip.

We then heard the thump thump thump of feet slowly trudging down the stairs. I just looked over at my dad and laughed. He may, literally, have been right.

My poor son slowly walked into the kitchen, his eyes barely even half open, and I worried he was gonna run into something.

Dear god, he coulda fallen down the stairs if he wasn't careful.

"Hey buddy. You ready for some fun on the lake with Pop?" I asked him as he walked over to the coffee pot and grabbed a cup of his own… what the hell? "Uh, Jake, whatcha doin, bud?"

Jake poured some coffee, albeit about a third of a cup, and waved his hand at me.

"Mom, you're being too loud, and it's too early."

I just raised an eyebrow at him as he put some sugar and creamer in his cup… Lots of sugar and creamer.

"Jake, since when do you drink coffee?" Dad asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Since I thought it was a good idea to get up at the… what's it called mama? The butt of dawn?"

I almost spit out my coffee at that. "The butt-crack of dawn? Where'd you hear that from anyways?"

"Yeah, that. I heard someone at school say his dad was always up at the butt-crack of dawn during the weekend. And that it was insane that he never slept in." He walked over and sat down beside his Pop and sipped on his diabetic coffee.

"Bud, you get up this early during the week for school. I think you can handle this." I told him, trying not to laugh.

"But it's Saturday, mama. I usually get to sleep in." He whined a little and leaned his head on his hand.

"You're the one that said you wanted to go fishing with me. I get up early to fish, pal." Dad laughed and got up to rinse out his mug and start loading up their cooler.

"I know, Pop. Just give me a minute."

Dad just laughed and headed off to get everything in the truck so they could go as soon as Jake was 'awake' enough.

"Mom, where's dad at? He didn't come over last night after work?" Jake asked.

"No, buddy. He got home late and just crashed at home. You know he's got a lot on his plate lately." And I hated telling the kids this kind of stuff. Because seeing their little faces fall when they know their dad isn't gonna be there for something, is the worst.

On cue, his face fell and twisted because I knew he wanted to share with his dad what he caught when he went fishing.

"I'll see when he'll be able to come over, bud. I'm not sure if he has work this weekend or not. But I'll check." I asked him, hoping that would somehow wipe the sullen look off his face.

He looked up and looked a little thoughtful. "Ok. Do you think he'll want fried fish for dinner?"

I smiled at him and said, "I imagine he'd love that. You gotta go catch them first, so go finish getting dressed, and get out to the truck, or Pop is gonna leave you behind. He's already later leaving for the lake than he usually is. Get a move on, buddy."

He jumped down and took off back up the stairs, clearly having the sugar from his coffee hit his bloodstream.

Oh shit. He's not gonna be able to sit still in the boat.

I just shook my head and got to work on breakfast, hearing Jake scream "Bye mom!" as he ran by, and out the back door to dad's truck.

Yep, that's gonna be an interesting trip.

As I was getting the French toast ready to go, I heard my mom come in the kitchen.

"Baby, what are you doing cooking? You know I woulda done it as soon as I got up. I fell back to sleep after your dad got up and ready."

I waved her off. "It's no big deal. I couldn't sleep, and dad was up waiting for Jake, so I came down here and got things started."

She rubbed my back and nudged me out of the way. "Scoot. I got this. You're dealing with enough as it is lately. Go take a nice bath and relax a little. I'll finish this and wake up Kate in a little bit."

"Thanks, Ma." I kissed her cheek and went to my room and did exactly what my mother told me to do.

Bath time!

Ok, well, I may know where Jake gets his excitement for baths from… sue me…

After a nice, warm, uninterrupted bath, I get dressed for the day and head back to the kitchen, seeing Kate is up and stuffing her face with French toast.

Girl loves her some French toast…

"Hey, sweet pea. Is that good French toast?" I ask, trying not to laugh at the amount of syrup on her face.

She just nods very enthusiastically, and goes straight back in for some more.

"Slow it down there, hoover. You don't wanna choke on it, do ya?" I ask, finally bubbling with laughter at her chipmunk face.

She shakes her head and says something to the effect of "Bu, ish sho goo."

I look up at my mother and see she's had to turn around not to just outright laugh at her granddaughter's glutinous ways.

I shake my head and grab my own plate of food and sit down beside Kate, so I can keep an eye on her.

"Are you gonna call this morning?" mom asked, trying not to bring too much attention with Kate sitting there.

"Actually, I'm gonna head over there in a little bit and we'll have a talk. If you can drop me back at the house, first. Were you two still gonna go to the art museum?" I asked. Kate had wanted to go to the art museum, and my mom, being the artist that she is, couldn't wait to share Kate's new found interest in the world of art.

"Absolutely! We're gonna have so much fun and get lots of inspiration for our new work!" mom said, very excitedly, while Kate's eyes lit up and she bounced around in her seat, nodding her head at mom's words.

"I can't wait! Can I go get dressed now?" Kate asked, already out of her seat and running down the hall.

"Wash up in the bathroom first! You've still got syrup all over you!" I yelled down the hall, while I grabbed her plate and mine and started working on the dishes. "I got the dishes mom. Go ahead and get ready so y'all can go. She's not gonna be very patient if you don't hurry." I laughed, hearing my daughter running around getting ready.

"Ok. But, only because I'm so excited for this trip with her." Mom hurried off down the hall to her own room.

Those two have become kindred spirits in art lately. Once Kate went in to mom's studio one day a few months ago to watch her work, she started getting more and more into art. Now, they share this new bond through art. And dad's working on Jake's new fascination with fishing. Jake swears he's gonna be able to catch way more fish than dad. Little does Jake know that you have to have the patience of a saint to fish.

I finish getting ready and we all head over to our house and they drop me off and head off to their own adventure.

I see that, thankfully, Edward's truck is still there.

Walking inside, I'm shocked to see that everything in the house has been cleaned up… Literally everything.

The laundry seems to have been done. The dishes and the kitchen are cleaned, swept and mopped. The living room has been picked up and dusted and vacuumed. Walking down the hallway, I peak into the kid's bathroom, and sure enough, it's completely cleaned and tidy. I check into each of the kid's rooms and find the same thing.

Holy shit. He's been taking care of the chores around the house.

I was fully prepared to spend the whole day Sunday cleaning the house while the kids still stayed at my parent's til it was time to get them home for bed. But it seems that Edward has been busy.

I can hear the vacuum running in the house, and assume he's in our bedroom, so I make my way there next.

I peak in the doorway and see he's cleaned and straightened up and looks like all he has left is to finish the vacuuming.

Edward is shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans and barefoot. He's got a frown line on his forehead as he's moving around to the other side of the bed.

I guess he senses someone's here because his head pops up, landing on me.

He shuts off the vacuum and I step further into the doorway.

"Hi."

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