After talking about Fiji Miranda was silent the rest of the way home just staring out the window of the car.  It really was a nice car, not that she was ever into fancy things.  Coming from a rich family she had always had everything she could ever possibly want.  Even being married to Brettly it never changed, money would never be a problem for them and to be honest it was nice, but she did like to work. She had nice things, but she was not the type of woman to go out and buy a $500 bikini just because she could.  She didn’t want to be the typical rich wife like her mother had been and spend all of her time spending her husbands’ money or doing charity events.  Don’t understand wrong, Miranda had her charities that she supported; she just didn’t live and breathe them.<br/><br/>Brettly had wanted her to be that type of wife and she told him it was never going to happen.  She would have her own job and spend her own money.  She had always had her own bank account and never touched his money.  She of course couldn’t remember if they ever combined things over the years, but having her own accounts was a good thing.<br/><br/>When he talked about Fiji being their second honeymoon she got to thinking about their first one.  Brettly had a business meeting in France the week after they got married so he thought he would just take her to France drop her in the hotel room and do what he had to do.  She wished that she could remember Fiji completely instead of their first one.  She remembered France like it was yesterday because in her mind it had only been about 4 and half years ago.<br/><br/>He told her he would be in meetings all day and she could do what she wanted to do, just not embarrass him.  Psh, like she would be the one to do that.  She came back from shopping and decided to go into the hotel bar for a few drinks only to find him sitting in the bar already with some redheaded woman and she instantly got pissed.  She didn’t care who it was because he was flirting and the woman was flirting right back with him, and she was suppose to be the one to behave.  She had walked right over to them and dumped the drink she had in her hand over his head and yelled at him, “See how you are, not even married 48 hours and you are already flirting with other woman.  I am going home.”   She did too, she went back to the room and packed her things and caught the first plane back home and even moved into a spare room and didn’t talk to him for over a week. Miranda smirked at the memory for a moment then glanced over to Brettly and gave him a small smile.  He was really different now she could tell, it wasn’t for show either.  She could tell that by the way he acted with the media, any other time he would have been talking up a storm with them telling them everything about their private life, and this time she could tell that he was pissed and truly sorry they had upset her.<br/><br/>As they pulled into their property and he pointed out a cute little cottage in the back that she didn’t recognize.  He started to explain it to her and she smiled a little at the thought.  Something else he had done for her that was out of the ordinary.  She just hated that she couldn’t remember anything.  Pulling into the garage she was taken by surprised again.  Sitting in the garage was a purple Audi R8 Spider.  She was in shock to see it; it was the one thing she always wanted to splurge on but never would.  She wondered if it was hers and when she got it.  “Is that mine?”  She asked with a smile on her face.  She remembered staring at it in the showroom once when they went shopping for something and happened to walk by a showroom.<br/><br/>Miranda had not talked much on the drive home because she was still trying to wrap her mind around everything and trying to remember anything she could.  She had been listening to Brettly do all the talking; she was actually enjoying the sound of his voice.  She was about to get out of the car until Brettly was right there and he carried her all the way to their bedroom.  She thought about protesting, but she was enjoying his attention.<br/><br/>She was glad she had on the comfy clothes when he placed her in bed and gave a smile.  He placed a movie into the player, even though she couldn’t remember watching it.  She thought for a moment he was going to leave her so when he climbed back in bed with her she could not help but snuggle up next to him laying her head on his lap.<br/>“Brettly, I am really sorry for all the problems I have caused you.”  Miranda said with a sigh.  Miranda started to cry a little on his lap,  “I really hate not remember anything, I want it to come back.”  Miranda caught herself holding tight to his jeans.  “Please don’t leave me.”  Miranda was afraid he would get tired of taking care of her and he would disappear.  He never wanted to be around her unless he had to, so she assumed he would do it again.