#Chapter 167: The Doc

Almara’s Pov “You want to what?” I let the towel I was using to dry my hair drop from my hands. “Couple’s counseling.” Arthur repeats like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I guess the stigma has gone down surrounding mental health, sure, but do we really need that? I think back on all what we’ve gone through and any one of those events would constitute a good enough reason for therapy. Still, we were laughing about our trials one the ride home the other day for moonsake. Why is he bringing this up now? We had just gotten back from Arthur’s private gym. We deicded we we’re going to start being healthier in our physical health, especially if we’re going to be coaching Grace, but we discussed nothing of mental health. “Are you not happy?” I ask trying to make sense of what he’s telling me. Arthur tosses his head back and laughs. “Of course, I’m happy.” He says as he stretches out on the bed, his pumped muscles tugging at his skin. Maybe I should’ve waited to take that show