couples therapy // h.s (on hold)

prologue

we were walking, hand in hand, towards the empty office on the corner. mia secretly slid between me and ken and seperated our hands. i mentally sighed of relief.

"mommy? daddy? where are we going?" she questioned, frowning at me when i glanced down at her.

"crazy," i teased and gripped her hand tighter.

we truly were going crazy. we didn't have enough money to afford two cars, how the hell we're able to afford therapy is beyond my knowledge. but we made it work and that's all that matters honestly.

me and ken aren't able to cooperate with each other anymore. we weren't stable when we were together. he didn't love me as much anymore, nor did i. this was the best thing right now. we had to stay together for mia's sake; i didn't want her to go through the experience me and ken when through when we were her age. it would be to much to bare and to much of a hassle for anyone.

when we walked inside the insanely large bulding, we were greated with polite guards and a beautful decor. the walls were a beautiful image of glimering tile, the floors a marvelous cherry red, everything i wish i could have in my home.

"hello. what can i help you with?" the older looking receptionist greeted me and ken when we walked up.

"we are here to see dr. styles?" i inquired. i wasn't sure i got his name right, but she should know who i am talking about anyways.

"of course," she smiled at me, then acknowleged my daughter. she gave her a goofy smile and pointed to a door down the hall. "it's the third door down the hall. please make sure you knock before entering. thank you and hope your therapy is worth your while." i gave her a kirt nod and picked mia up in my arms. that obviously upsetted ken, clearly becasue he wanted to hold her but i did give birth to her so he will just have to wait.

we came upon the large marble door and knocked, once, twice, and then three times.

"is he here?" i asked, mostly to myself but ken replied.

"i'm pretty sure, i scheduled an appointment percisely this day and this time." he groaned to himself. ken always liked being on time and never late. it was one thing that surely bugged me about his character, but it deed infact help me occasionaly.

"maybe he's in a different office." i sugessted angerily. i wanted to get this session over, and i was already annoyed by the outcome with it by far.

"or maybe you would have some paitence and give me two seconds to arrange everything." a un familiar voice spoke angerily in front of us. he voice was pleasent and fruity and i officially decided i would be able to stay awake during this session.

"sorry." i mumbled and apologised for ken.

"s'alright," dr. styles said. he was annoyed with us already and i didn't blame him. "come in. let's get this over with."

dr. styles was very blunt.

"sit." dr. styles demanded and placed a few papers down on his desk. me and ken sat down on seperate couches, with mia between our bodies.

"do you think you want her here? we have a playroom for her if she would like to occompany it." the dr. asked us. i glanced at ken, noticing he planned on placing mia there anyways.

"alright. i'll take her." ken spoke before me.

mia whined and hugged me but she didn't say anything.

when they walked out i deciedd to take the time to admire dr. styles. to say he was attractive was an understatement. he was wearing a strangely tight white button-down, black dress pants that seemed to hugged his legs perfectly, and dress shoes twice the size of my feet. and it top it off, his hair was quiffed up and his eyebrows were furrowed.