Miranda was trying to get the dinner done when all she wanted to do was curl up with Brettly in front of the TV and watch a movie, but being way up here there was no delivery.  She was listening to everything that Brettly said about her being a bitch.  "I was always a bitch because I wanted to be my own person and I felt marrying you I would always be Mrs. Brettly Knightly, and I would always be in your shadow."  Miranda finally admitted after all this time.  "That why I was so adamant about getting the job with the FBI."  Miranda sighed and then rested her head on Brettly's chest.<br/><br/>She was happy snuggled up against Brettly and was so afraid after what had happen that she had lost it forever.  "Brettly, I am sorry I compared you to your father.  I only said that because I was hurt with everything you said."  Miranda looked up at Brettly, "I was always terrified of your father, which was why I never wanted to be alone in a room with him.  But Bre, you never scared me, I have never been afraid of you hitting and hurting me."<br/><br/>Miranda leaned up and kissed him, "If you don't let me cook I will burn it and then you will have something to complain about."  Miranda said with a smile, "But I want to keep talking, we have needed this for a long time."<br/><br/><br/>Reni's World on the Go..