Chapter Twenty-One: Feeling Ugly:

Today was definitely not a good day. Noiz looked like she was going to cry. Her husband hated seeing her like this.

“What’s matter?” he asked. Noiz lifted her head, revealing teary eyes.

“Am I pretty?” she asked. Mosh gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Of course you are,” he said. “You’re always beautiful.” She lay down on her side.

“I don’t feel like it,” she murmured.

“Why do you say that?” Mosh asked. Noiz shrugged her shoulders. She rolled over on her side. Mosh reached over to pet her.

“Don’t,” she said. Her husband drew back his hand. He didn’t know how to help her when she got like this. He forced himself to smile.

“I had an interesting day today,” Mosh spoke up with. “It was crazy.” Noiz gave him a forlorn look as she lifted her head. Her husband bit on his lower lip.

“Okay, that’s not working…” he mumbled. The mouse looked up at the bathroom ceiling. Last night, he called Aden for help again.

“You really need to get her some help,” she told him. “She sounds like she’s spiraling towards depression.” The mouse shook his head with the receiver to his ear.

“That can’t be right,” he said. “She’s too strong for that.”

“She’s also really hormonal at the moment,” the fox pointed out.

“Good point,” Mosh mumbled. “But what should I do?”

“Get her to a therapist,” Aden said.

“But how?” he asked. “Noiz-sama will fight me on this.”

“It’s better than things getting worse.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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Mosh leaned down to Noiz’s ear. “I hate seeing you like this. You are a beautiful woman and I want you to be happy again.” Tears ran down her nose.

“Hold me?” she whispered. Her husband pulled her into his lap.

“We’ll get you help in the morning, okay?” he whispered. Noiz glanced up at him with desperate eyes.

“You would do that?” she asked.

“Yes,” Mosh said. “It tears me up to see you like this.”

“I hate feeling ugly.”

“But you aren’t ugly.”

Her hand grabbed onto his in a tight grasp. “Could you keep telling me that until morning?”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to hear. Please get better.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Mosh leaned back against the bathroom wall as he let the sounds of the late night engulf the silence around them. He would make the appointment in the morning.