Brettly watch Miranda  ease herself against the wall and slowly making her way. Like  lion watching it prey. Waiting for her to fall. Not that he wanted that . But she was still uncertain on her feet. He was a man of his word he would not baby her any more. It didn’t mean that he didn’t want to help her, he did. Five minute long passed before he went to the bar and fixed himself another scotch. No alcohol wasn’t the answer to their problems .But Brettly didn’t give a damn. In fact his give a damn was broken. It was beyond broken. He had let her fumed at him. Let her exhaust all her anger at him or at least part it. Trying all the while to get a handle of his own temper. He open the bathroom door slowly, then  leaned against the doorway looking down at his wife.<br/><br/>“You want me to let know how I feel. How the Hell can you not tell what I feel? I’m mad. NO. I’m Pissed. I come  home after you ask me too. Finding you and Thomas kissing. Then you confess that you were the one that started the kiss. That he talked you out of killing yourself” He looked down at the floor then back up at her. He voice was deadly quiet. Hurt and anger written on his face “ That hurts that hurts a lot. That the woman that I love. Wants to take the cheaters way out. I cant live a day with out Mira, I cant, I need you” Tears brimmed at his eyes.<br/><br/>“ I know that a good chuck of this is my flaunt. Maybe all this is my flaunt. I treated you badly and you hardly remember when I was good to you. I made you feel unimportant. That was wrong. Incredibly wrong. There no excuse for it.” Looking down at the floor. Feeling horrible and ashamed that he treated her that way.<br/><br/>“I trying to change, I really am. But Im a man not a saint.”He went quit for long minutes.“ I know that you can’t bring your memories back by flick of switch I know that. Im sorry that you only gain them when your pissed or upset. If I could I change that but neither us can change that.” He went quiet again. Sipping on the scotch.<br/><br/>“ I still think that someone else could have  handle the mark. I’m not budging on that. But like you said it not something that you or I can change.” Thinking about what she said about the mark that she tracked down.<br/><br/><br/>“ You have not ruined my life if anything you have made  it better. Hella a lot better. You didn’t kill Our children. WE wanted them. Miranda, not just me. Our babies, Not just mine. We made them together” He let that sink in. “ But nature, genetics was, is a cruel bitch.  For whatever reason decide that we weren’t meant have children biologically .I have never blamed you for the miscarriages. I may be an ass but not that much of one. Am I upset that you hide the fact that were pregnant before you left. I understand you want to surprise me. But I never had wanted you to risk your life for me. Not ever. “ Taking another sip of scotch. Let what he said sink in once more.<br/><br/><br/>“ I love you Miranda. Always have, even if I didn’t show it. I did. I’m not going to baby you anymore. But don’t think that one minute that your alone in this. We in this together.I’m going to help you and be with you. No matter how much you want to push me away. I’m not going anywhere. This how I feel Miranda.” He finished his scotch. it was rare so very rare that he laid out his feelings in such a way. It made him feel venerable and exposed.