Brettly  sighed inwardly much like Miranda had when she said wish she could remember more than what she had. Something they both wish.  Though he had hope because pieces of her memory were showing up in their conversation. Meaning more of her memory will come.<br/><br/>“ Your memory more than what you think. Pieces of your memory are coming back. Like Fiji and the food fight. Give it time it come back to you” Running a hand down her arm. Surprised that she was missing so many years of her  life. “It didn’t happen overnight.”Brettly referring to the fact that he started to show her that he loved her. “In fact it took a long time for me to learn how to show you I loved you.” Kissing her head. “ Funny that you asked about mother funeral cause really that’s where I began to realize just how special you were. You help me thought every step. Like you always have.”  Brettly ran fingers down  her arm as her remember how she was there for him.<br/><br/>“I all I wanted to do was close everyone off. You kept after me. Being around were I wanted you around or not. Mostly not.” He admitted. “ I think I treated you worst during her death. If that possible.  I never did treat you right. Yet you still show me love and would not give up on me. The funeral came then media treated it like it was some kind queen had died. I didn’t want her death splash all over the place. Wanted to grieve peace. But dad would have it any other way. “ Brettly said last statement in disgust. Shaking his head.<br/><br/>“That night drown myself I that thirty old scotch you gave me for Christmas earlier that year . About half way through the bottle you came into my office confronted me. Asking if this was really the way to honor my mother . We got into a fight and threw that bottle at you. It the wall. Thank goodness, Don’t think I would forgive myself if it did.” He warped his arms around her in apology. “ You didn’t flinch, just walked up to me and held me. I cried like a baby” He didn’t add that she didn’t chastised him for crying. “From that moment on I tried treat you the way you deserved”<br/><br/>“Yes I can see why you would hate that.” Brettly said calmly. Gracie was a childhood friend of Miranda that love to use as much as she could. It took him years to show Miranda how much that woman used her. At first he didn’t care.  But he stated caring right after his mother death. Only problem was the more he try to tell her about Gracie the more she didn’t believe her. Until he set a trap for her. The woman always came on to him. So one night he invited her over, knowing that Miranda was home and made sure she heard very word Gracie side to him. Making sure he said no to her advances,knowing that she wouldn’t take no for answer. Asking her how this would make Miranda feel. As expected she had said she didn’t care. He had  stated that he did care how Miranda felt and it was time she stop using her friend. It had hurt Miranda to find out the truth of her long life friend. Luckily she made friends with her assistant at work Rissy.He wondered if Miranda remember her best friend. He doubted it seeing that Rissy had only been her friend about three years ago. A shame he thought.<br/><br/>“I would like that very much.”Cpturing her lips when she had turn saying that they could make it fun by buying something special for her to wear. Harden at thought of her in case in a black lace teddy they had bought together just before their trip to Fiji.