A/N: I know I owe you guys a HUUUUGE explanation as to why I haven't posted in a while, a long while! Long story short, I joined a beta service that helps me edit/revise my chapters. That takes about a week to process and get back to me. Also, I have a pre-reader, km bergstrom kl Campbell. So, with the both of them, it takes a while for the chapters to post. I will keep updating, though! You don't have to worry about that. ;)

So, that's it for now! Enjoy!

Previously…

"Do you still see us a parents one day?" I asked shyly, interested more in my chewed off fingernails than looking at him.

He took my hand and kissed the knuckles gently. "Yeah, I do. I really do. Sometimes I have these dreams of you and me. You holding a baby girl in your arms, me rocking our son to sleep. Me teaching her how to play the piano. Him banging on the pots and pans for drums."

Tears welled in my eyes as I smiled brightly. "I have those dreams too. Almost every night, now." I sniffled and shook my head, "But I'm afraid that it won't happen. Cause of all our shit that we have to deal with."

"Everyone has to deal with shit."

"Yeah, but…we have to deal with more crap than everyone else. And it wouldn't be fair to bring a baby into that."

Edward wiped away tears from my eyes and cupped my face with both hands. "Listen, ok? Yeah, we have more to deal with at home, but I'd rather deal with it with you than with anyone else. We will have our baby. We will!"

Wrapping my fingers on his hands, I sniffled again. "How will we know?"

He shrugged, "When we're standing in the middle of everything that feels right."

~oOo~

Song used: "The Truth"- Kris Allen

Dec. 2021

After we had been noticed as an unsigned band, our business started to fall apart. Business deals with the House of Blues, Doublemint Gum, and other tv commericals turned us away because we weren't under a highly profiled record label anymore. We still had our partnership with The Hunger Games movies, but other than that, it was a struggle getting everything done without the help of Hollywood Records.

Not to mention, Edward and I constantly fought and argued about everything under the sun, from dirty socks on the kitchen table, unwashed dishes, laundry, bills, money, rent, car notes, and other marriage problems. Edward slept on the couch almost every night, leaving me to cry myself to sleep from loneliness and anger.

"I can't believe you did this!" Edward shoved his pants angrily, which turned pink in the laundry by accident, at me right before we went to bed one night.

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked, before I unfolded them. "Oh."

"Yeah. What happened? I thought you were watching my load."

"I was, but I must have forgotten them with the whites. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't bring back my favorite pair of pants, Bella!"

"Why are you yelling at me? I said I was sorry!"

"Yeah, you're always sorry, aren't you?" And he walked out into our living room.

I sat on my bed, gripping the sheets with both hands, and tried to breathe while holding in my tears. I fell back into bed and shut my eyes. I hated this! I hated fighting with him. We'd had our fights before, but nothing as miniscule as a laundry mishap. I was at a crossroad between running to try to make up and staying in my bed, which felt cold and huge without Edward in it. But what if he didn't want to talk? What if it just made tonight even worse? I couldn't handle another fight without crying in front of him. I sighed, rolled over, shut off the lights, and just tried to sleep. I had heard Edward come back in and I instantly felt him brush my hair back. He kissed my hair and his footsteps faded away back downstairs. I sat up quickly, lay back down, and buried my tears in the pillows.

That was one of our better fights, but it still sucked.

Luckily, we made up the next morning. He'd crawled into bed, surprising me.

I'd smiled and snuggled up next to him.

"I'm sorry," he said in my hair.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ruined your pants," I cried, and the tears had come back.

"Hey, it's ok," he'd wiped my eyes while I'd sniffled loudly. "We both know this is bigger than a pair of old pants."

I'd nodded and wiped my eyes. "We need to fix this," I said.

He nodded, then had a faraway look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.

"Nothing." He smiled, but I could tell it wasn't a real one. I didn't want to push it, so we'd just went back to sleep.

One day, Edward brought me into our home studio to hear this song he'd written 3 days ago. While he'd written it, he didn't talk to me, which really hurt because he usually did tell me this stuff. Although, I couldn't blame him; I wouldn't want to talk to me either.

It's the elephant in the room

And we pretend that we don't see it

It's the avalanche that looms above our heads

And we don't believe it

Trying to be perfect

Trying not to let you down

Honesty is honestly

The hardest thing for me right now

While the floors underneath our feet

Are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling

I still stand here holding up the roof

Cause it's easier than telling the truth

Tears rushed down my face I listened to my husband's voice, and it made me wonder where we went wrong. Was it the lack of no label that tore us apart, or something else? I wasn't sure anymore.

I took off the headphones and put my head into my hands, shaking. The shaking increased until I couldn't even see straight anymore. Then a shooting pain came in my side, and I grasped that, screaming and crying in pain. I opened my eyes a bit when I faintly heard Edward calling my name.

Bella…

What…happening…?

Get help!

Stay with me, ok?

I felt my body being onto something soft, but firm and felt the floor rolling forward. I turned my head, and a massive pain came into my head, so I stopped moving. More tears fell into my ears, and Edward wiped them away with one hand, holding my hand with the other.

I closed my eyes, praying that this pain went away.

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