I know that the last chapter was pretty cliffhanger like but it got me thinking about how I can talk about mental health in anyway shape or form in this story and I take this topic of mental health pretty seriously. I hope you enjoy.

"Bekah, can we talk for a moment?" Della asked as she walked out to the balcony as Bekah followed before asking,

"What is it, Momma?" Della sighed,

"How are you feeling about this?" Bekah laughed incredulously,

"I'm incredibly happy! Why ask such a thing?" Della sighed. She knew that the response she got was coming as Bekah spoke up as she began to cry,

"If you're going to ask, 'How are you feeling about doing this without Daddy?' Then… Momma. I just found out that I'm carrying two little blessings and you mention Daddy. How could you?" Della looked to Bekah as Bekah had tears streaming down her face.

"I'm asking because I care and I'm your Mother!" Della insisted as the argument began to get heated. Bekah sighed as she sat down and her crying went straight to sobs as Della held Bekah close.

They both missed Perry desperately but Della knew that it was wearing more on Bekah than her.

"I'm *hiccup* sorry for shouting Momma. I don't know what got into me thinking that you were trying to hurt me with that question." Bekah whimpered after 30 minutes after all her tears were spent as Della nodded.

"You've been hurt in the past. Daddy and I knew that it would come to haunt you and cause outbursts at times. Like when you turned 13 when you had the appendicitis attack and you tried to brush off your disappointment over ruining your birthday party. That was the first sign of your past haunting you, and it broke our hearts. What happened a little bit ago was another sign and it broke my heart to ask you that question." Bekah looked to Della,

"Then why didn't you push therapy on me so I could live without the pain of my life before living with you and Daddy?" Della sighed,

"We knew that you'd fight it and that would make the pain you felt worse." Bekah looked to her,

"Are you going to suggest that I go now, that Daddy's gone and I'm pregnant with twins?" Della sighed as she let go of Bekah and sat in front of her as she spoke gently with a serious tone.

"It's your choice, but if I were in the situation that you're in. I would go ahead and go to therapy to better my mental health for my sake and the sake of the twins. We don't need them going into distress because their Mama's in constant stress." Bekah nodded as she stood up as Della helped her to the master bedroom as Bekah curled up in bed and fell asleep as Della watched over her.

I hope you like this. It was hard to write but it needed to be written.