BPOV

I stood in the window of the living room sipping my tea. I was pretending it was coffee because I fucking hate tea. Edward had a meeting with Tanya and I knew he would try to push back his Iraq trip. For the past couple of weeks since our New Years in Disney we were both anxious.

I needed to stay calm for the baby. It was hard but I was managing, then I had my idiot of a husband panicking anytime Mackenzie left the room without me or him.

He needed to get home so we could talk. The conversation I had with Jasper a few days ago was playing on repeat in my mind.

Edward took Kenz to the movies and I hurried up calling Jazz. The sing-song knock at the door let me know it was him. I waddled over to the door because that was all I could do now. Bed rest was on the fucking horizon.

"Look at ya darlin'," he cooed with a smirk.

"Remember how I'm the only person who likes you," I reminded raising an eyebrow.

"Fair enough," he nodded kissing my head.

"You might have to help me," I explained leading him to the couch.

"Are you allowed to be up and around?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes," I hissed.

"Sorry, now would you like to explain the call?"

"As you know about the Disney horror that happened, I wanted to get your help on counseling," I said biting my lip. I looked into it online and I thought that it would help us as a family. I didn't need to be scaring my child with worry and I didn't need her frightened of the world. The baby would be here in four months if we were acting this way with Kenz then it would probably be a million times worse with Carl.

"I can't counsel you…"

"I know I want recommendations of people you think could help."

"Oh sure, but you know Edward will shit a brick, you know his feelings on shrinks and his 'I'm normal' complex."

"Another reason I need your help," I muttered quietly.

"Bells you know I love you darlin', but what makes you think Edward will even speak to me. The whole her thing…"

"Jazz you know how I feel about the whole Alice thing," he cringed when I said her name. "Edward will listen, trust me I'll make him listen."

"As determined as you are," he chuckled, shaking his head. I missed the Jasper hippie hair. "Why are you frownin'?"

"You look different."

"I know," he sighed scratching his head sheepishly.

"Why?"

"I let Maria get her hooks into me, I'm a fuckin' moron. That's why Alice isn't talkin' to me she said I had to get my shit together. Some shit about she'll come to me when the time's right."

"I didn't know this."

"I went to her appointments with her, believe it or not I'm really excited."

"You'll be a laid back dad," I mused.

"You think," he chuckled through hazy blue eyes. "You're already the best Mama."

"Thanks," I smiled. "So family counseling sounds good?"

"Yeah, for someone Mackenzie's age you should do the group meetin'. Has she been clingin'?"

"Not as much as before, it's like it hasn't even fazed her."

"She's four they're rather resilient at that age."

"I'm twenty-five can I be that resilient?" I asked nervously.

A look of understanding flashed on his face. "How are you Bells?" he asked softly patting the enormousality that was Carl.

"Honestly trying not to be a nut job. I need to focus on this pregnancy and Edward isn't making that easy…"

"Counseling can help, have you gone to the doctor lately?"

"She sees bed rest in my near future." I mumbled looking at the spot where my feet should be.

"Will you be able to go with Mackenzie for her first day of pre-k?" he smirked knowing the answer.

"Since last time turned out so well," I said dryly.

We came up with a plan on how I should run the idea of counseling past Edward.

I made my way up to Mackenzie to see if she was still sleeping. Her allergies were flaring up and she was cranky. I heard the door open once I was halfway up the stairs and took to the sight of my man. He was wearing a navy blue sweater over a striped button down and his usual holey jeans. I didn't see him leave, he looked grown up, he usually didn't dress his age. He was fucking smokin' grant you, but never dressed like an adult.

"Bell-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," he bellowed throwing his head back.

"Hey Brando, don't wake up my child," I chastised.

"She sleeping," he frowned walking up to place his arms on me. There was no around with me, just on.

"Benadryl coma," I mumbled into his chest.

"Do I need to take her back to the specialist?" he asked concerned as I ran my fingers through his wet snowy hair.

"It's just the weather if it keeps up we'll take her. I have to take her meds to the school nurse," I explained.

"About that," he said slowly.

"About what?"

"We should wait to send her to school," he started cautiously.

"No, she's going."

"Bella…"

"Edward I will kick your ass."

"I believe it," he groaned leaning the side of his head against the wall.

I placed both of my hands against his face making him look at me. We weren't doing this anymore we were going to communicate. I do it to him and he does it to me no more of either one of us whining or guilt tripping.

"We're going to counseling," I said firmly.

His face drained all color. "Marriage counseling?" he croaked out.

"You really are dumb sometimes," I huffed. "I love you, in my eyes marriage counseling is for troubled relationships, are we troubled?"

He paused, searching my eyes. "You're fucking pausing," I said incredulously.

"No?" he cringed.

"We're going as a family battle-ax. Since the Renee thing happened we've been on edge you won't let Kenzie leave a room unless you or I are there. That's not healthy and now you don't want her in school."

"Did you just call me a battle-ax?"

"Do I need to get you Ritalin?" I said pushing his head to the wall. "I said all of that and that's all you heard."

"I'm repressing," he pouted.

"Don't I know it and guess what, it stops now," I said softly.

"We could have lost her," he began and I placed my lips to his.

"This is one of the reasons I love you Edward. You are an amazing father that would do anything for his children; you loving Kenz and Carl make me love you more. All the worrying and watching is not good, sweets…" I rambled my eyes never leaving his.

His smile turned goofy as he kissed me. "You called me sweets."

"I swear…" I just about yelled.

"I understand, love. We can go if you think it's best," he said seriously. Did he just agree? I didn't need Jasper?

"You just agreed with me?" my voice went up several octaves.

"Yes," he chuckled kissing my neck.

Edward Anthony Cullen just agreed with me, hardly even putting up a fight. I started touching his forehead, cheeks and neck. "What are you doing?"

"Checking for fever," I said furrowing my brow.

"You're being ridiculous now. How long have you been up anyway?"

"I'm pushing my limits," I admitted weakly.

"I'll make dinner and you rest," he suggested.

"Omelet with hot sauce," I panted at the mouth-watering amazingness.

"Are you sure you don't want me to make something more challenging?"

"Yup," I smiled popping the 'p'.

EPOV

I walked into the kitchen preparing my love her disgusting meal. I was tired of omelets; I was tired of a lot of things.

My meeting with Tanya ended poorly, which is part of the reason I agreed to therapy. That and I didn't want to be nagged to death by my lovely, but vicious wife. For someone so small she was awfully frightening.

"Edward I'm sympathetic to your situation I really am, but you need to leave for Iraq next week. You have no option because you are under contract," she side shaking her head slightly so her strawberry hair wouldn't fall out of her carefully orchestrated bun.

Looking at her, I couldn't believe that we fooled around before Bella. She was rude, vain and selfish. She only cared about her career, making sure no one destroyed it.

"T, my child was almost taken from me, this is grounds for a leave."

"She's fine, you're not even involved in the hearing," she argued placing both of her hands on my armrest.

"Personal fucking space," I growled moving her hands away.

"Come on Eddie, you know I've always had an interest in married men," she said dryly leaning back on her desk.

I saw the look in her eye, I'd seen that look a lot from her and it wasn't happening.

"Can I leave now?"

"You're fucking going to Iraq, Cullen," she hissed moving forward again.

"I said no," I snapped back.

"Well then I'll guess I'll call Bella and explain to her the great deal of legal trouble you'll be in. If you're lucky court might not keep you away from your baby's birth," she taunted dialing the phone.

"Don't fucking do it…" Bella would hand my ass to me.

"Good, you're going," she cooed patting my cheek as I threw my chair back.

That was my meeting with Tanya. I need to get in touch with my lawyers to see if there were any loopholes in the contract. There was no way in hell I would leave Kenzie and Bella alone.

The kitchen door swung open and a very furious Bella waddled over to me. I tried not to laugh but she was too adorable.

She shoved her phone to my chest knocking the smile off my face. "Were you going to tell me about this?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Tanya calling to tell me you were planning to weasel your way out of a very tightly locked contract," she said raising an eyebrow daring me to try and deny it. Tanya is a bitch and I underestimated her.

"Ummm, no."

"You're a terrible liar."

"I blame my mother… she is disgustingly honest," I sighed dramatically shaking my head. I peeked up to see if she at least found it amusing.

Her glare told me in several ways she wasn't amused. "I might weigh five billion pounds and gimp around, but I will sit on you as a form of punishment."

I smirked. "Edward if you say something remotely dirty you will be sorry," she warned and my mouth remained shut.

"You're going," she said quietly, her hand stroking her massive belly. That was her security when she was worried or trying to be strong, she went to the baby. It calmed her down instantly.

"Bella, you need me here."

"I have help, I don't want you to go but there is a support system here for when you leave." She wasn't looking at me.

"I don't want to go," I murmured pulling her to me.

"This is why we're doing the therapy thing, we need to so we can function," she pleaded with her beautiful chocolate eyes.

"I can't argue with those eyes," I grinned,

"I know," she giggled lightly.

I bent down, kissing her tenderly. If I could, I would set her up on the counter and have my way with her. My hand rested on her stomach and I felt a kick to my palm.

"Did Carl just…"

"Carl's been doing that a lot, that's why Irina wants me on bed rest soon," she grumbled her bow shaped lips pulling into a pout.

"That's why I don't want to leave," I whispered.

"It's a week Edward, trust me I know it will feel like a month but this is one less thing you have to do under contract."

"Mmm," I acknowledged into her neck.

"Now as much as I love you holding me, I want to munch on my omelet," she teased pushing me away and going to the food.

I really didn't feel great about leaving.

A/N: Hello newbies! Where was everyone last chapter? I made a word enormousality it means the reality of being enormous. Not going to lie this sweet fic is winding down and then I'll focus on Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop. Let me know what you love or hate. If you haven't checked out the other fic do so it's a bit edgy, but it has heart somewhere in there… Dolphin62958 is basically the best beta! Peace!