Brettly was trying hard not to yell and vent at Miranda. His body tense and untensed, as he rain in his temper.  Not an easy task. Brettly always has a problem controlling his temper. When he had seen Thomas and Miranda kissing he wanted to tear Thomas apart. It angered him more that she said that she as the one that started the kiss. More when she said that she was talked out of killing herself. The only thing that deem his anger was saw that he hurt her.<br/><br/>Brettly tried to help Miranda to the bed but he wasn’t fast enough. He took the paper form her. His brow furrowed as he read the paper trying to make since of what it and she was saying. She kept this form him. Made him believe that she left. All because of her job.<br/><br/>“Yeah just bet you did Miranda.” He snarled at her. No longer watching his temper. How could she endanger herself by pregnant. Than to top off she took a mission. As if there wasn’t another agent that couldn’t handle the mission. “You live for the danger of the job. I just can’t believe you risk our unborn child. And don’t give me shit about how you the only one  qualified for a Routine mission. Please any agent can handle a Routine mission. Miranda.” Letting furry get the best of him. Not hearing, No ignoring the part that she said that she didn’t want to leave him. “Yeah the mark was so fucking easy that he broke you into million fucking pieces.” Shaking his head he stalked away from her. Trying to push the image of her in that hospital from his mind. Stopping at the bar, fixed himself a scotch and down it. Pour another one.<br/><br/>“ Damn straight you do.” Still reeling from what she had told him. Glaring at her as she said that she wasn’t a porcelain doll. That she needed to learn to do things on her own. Sighing when she wouldn’t let him help her to the bed. She was right. He knew it. But he loved helping her and doing things for her. If he kept babying her, Miranda would never get better. “Fine I won’t help you as much.”<br/><br/>Sitting in the chair that was by their bed. Pleased to hear that she didn’t want to go back to work. “ Never said that you couldn’t take on another career. You could you know. Maybe as security consultant or something.  I cant see you as being a kept wife either . We both hate doing a lot functions. “ There was only couple they both like which were for children. He thought about her current friends. One leaped to mind.  Rissy, was  personal assistant to Miranda. But over the years the two women became very close. “Rissy, thought I think she out of town for couple weeks. Maybe the two of you can go out when she come back.”