“ … you do know that we can get help, right? “pushing his brown hair away from his face, alexis is mumbling softly, nestled under the covers which feels like the perfect culmination of a rough day. nothing major, actually; it’d just been a long one at an elementary school doing fire prevention talks, evacuation drills, and a lot of other demonstrations, but he wasn’t expecting to be drained by eight-year-olds asking too many questions and requesting to climb into the big red truck every five minutes. it’s the best kind of exhaustion, though — he’d been nothing but big smiles all day watching kids be the sweetest at him, and it’s definitely a breather for most of them. hence the suggestion; as much as alexis would like to believe that they could resolve this on their own, there’s a mix of emotions rumbling inside him, a reminder that he should probably nudge the talk on his priority list. mostly though, it’s the fear of knowing that something’s wrong with either of them that’s driving him nuts. “ i just … remembered that my mom mentioned one of her friends being a counselor or something. and you, well, you probably know someone, too, “ not meaning to sound so serious all of a sudden, he’s scooting closer to her, resting his cheek on his wife’s arm, limbs wrapping around her. “ i don’t know. we’ve been trying for, what, months now? i don’t know if i’m just too… worried. “
