I didn't know how long had actually passed with me sitting in silence before I decided that I needed to take action. I needed to try and support Ben through this, if he would let me. So with this thought in mind I stood up and walked to the guest bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Ben!" I called out to him. "Ben can we talk about this please?" I questioned.

"Yes!" I heard him call back, and my heart broke at the sound of his voice as I could tell that he was still crying. "Just not yet," he added. "I need more time," he advised. "Please?" he begged.

"Are you sure Ben?" I offered, hoping that he would change his mind. "The longer we leave it-" I started.

"I get that!" he called, cutting me off. "Just give me time!" he snapped. "Don't teleport into here!" he warned me and I pursed my lips together. He knew me well enough to know that right now I wanted to be with him and he knew that this was probably going to be my next move to try and get to him.

"Ok" I muttered as I stepped away from the door. My eyes landed on our unpacked bags and I made a decision; I would give Ben the time he needed. In this situation he needed to come to me when he was ready; and there was no point in forcing the issue. So I walked up to my bags and picked up my satchel; I then walked up to the couch and picked up the dark purple throw that was over the back of it and threw it over my right arm. I then walked up to the patio doors and opened them and started to walk towards our pool; I put my bag next to one of the sun loungers before sitting on it. I sighed as I pulled the throw around me; when I was comfortable I then reached forward and opened my bag and pulled my drawing pad and pencils out of it. I looked back over to the house and I sighed before I let my head drop down; why wasn't I strong enough to be what Ben needed? Then we wouldn't be going through this mess in the first place!


A short while later my train of thought while sketching was broken when my hyper sense hearing speaking to someone on the phone; I pulled one brow up in confusion at who he might be speaking to. But this was quickly dispelled when I heard him say the word 'father'. I froze at this; instead of coming to me about this Ben had gone to his parents. My stomach started to burn at this; Adam and Belle now knew that me and Ben were having problems on our honeymoon - this was bad! Very bad! Of course I knew that Ben would speak to his parents about this, and I didn't mind this. What I did mind was the fact that he went to them before he came to me, I was his wife! We were meant to go through these things together. I then concentrated on my drawing trying to block out Ben's conversation with his parents and this was very difficult. I even had to fight back tears; it looked like this was coming in between us - and this really scared me.


When I was midway through my drawing of me and Ben I started to feel hungry so I decided to go and make something else to eat; so I quickly packed my things together and took them back into our home.

I quickly looked through the cupboards to see what I could have to eat and I smiled at the fact that it was fully stocked; so as all the ingredients were there I decided to make spaghetti Bolognese from scratch. Making it from scratch would keep my mind and hands busy and I hoped that it would distract me from what me and Ben were going through. I really couldn't believe how much had changed in such a short space of time; and this thought was burying deep within me and shaking me to my core.


"Mal!" I heard Ben call when I was halfway making a big pot of spaghetti Bolognese, I had decided to do this in case Ben got hungry later on. I didn't know how long he was going to need space for; but I wanted to make sure that we were both still eating properly at least.

"Aha!" I called back not looking up from the onions I was cutting.

"I don't know what to do-" I heard him advised and I pulled one brow up in confusion at the fact that he hadn't entered the room.

"About what?" I questioned as I started to fill with fear as I started to hope that he wasn't about to tell me that he couldn't be with me any more.

"Erm-" he started and I slowly looked up at the bedroom door when I noticed that his voice sounded more deeper, rougher in fact.

"Ben come here!" I called. "You can't continue to speak to me through the door" I advised as I turned around and looked over to the bedroom door.

"Ok" I heard him say. "But I'm scared," he confessed.

"Me too" I agreed. "But we can get through anything together," I offered.

"Ok" I heard him answer and he slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. My eyes widened in shock; and I gasped at the sight that I was greeted with.