Brettly smiled at her saying the vase was from his parent and that she hated it. “ I never like that damn vase either.” He love her snuggling into him. Her head  laying his shoulder. He gave it a light kiss. “ They always have to give some flashy gift” He rolled his eyes  at that.<br/><br/>He smiled at when she asked why a frying pan would remind him of her. Chuckling at when she asked if she hit him with one. “No but you did once threated to. I was annoying you when you were about to cook dinner one night. You pick up the frying like you were going to swing it at me. All I could say was “ Frying pan who knew” Because we had seen this movie the night before. It line from the movie” It sadden him a bit that she didt remember the movie that she liked so much. Masking his thoughts he continued the story “ We laughed so hard. Then a chicken breast hit me in face. And the food fight began. We made a horrible mess. God the face on Alfred face when he came in the kitchen.” He laughed thinking of that night and the look on Alfred face their butler had been priceless<br/><br/>Brettly stiffen a bit when she asked about Marie. He knew that she would ask about Marie again. He had hope that it would come much later. Not wanting to her hurt with the new sthat the woman that was like a mother to her had died three years ago. “ I gave all of the staff off for a couple days just so we could be alone. They were very upset but understood.” Dancing around the subject of Marie’s death. He held her close to him laying his head on hers. Long moments  passed. “ I want take care of you Miranda. Help you get better. I love you ….” Sighing deeply not able to postpone any longer “I’m sorry Honey, but Marie died three years ago.” He held her close knowing that tears would come as grief would hit her again.