“You have to be a patient person to live me” Brettly joked with her. Kissing the top of her head He just couldn’t help himself. He just couldn’t believe that she was in his arm. He had promise himself that if he found her he would shower with affection.<br/><br/>He laid his head on hers. As he listen to her. Giving a little grunt in agreement when she said that his father had no right to tell him we wasn’t a man if he grieved for his mother by crying. Another piece of her memory came back he thought  as he her heard her say that there was nothing wrong with a woman wanting her own mind. He frowning knowing that he father hated that his mother could be out spoken.  Andrew, Brettly father always yell at his mother when she voiced her opinions. Put her down telling her that she was stupid.  That was one of the reason he kept Miranda away from his father as much as could. Knowing that he would do the same to  Bretly never admit it but he like  that Miranda stood up to him and never really let him get away with things. Well after first few years of marriage when she got tired of his crap and the way he treated her.<br/><br/>Brettly got lost in their kiss. Enjoying the feel of his wife naked wet body next to his. Love that she had deepen their kiss and her arms around him. So much so that he had gotten aroused, forgetting to school himself not to. It had been such a long time since he held his wife, felt her kiss and her body. Then she was stumble out of the tub.  Apologizing as she went.Cursing himself as she did. Knowing that she needed time to heal.  Brettly got out of the tub as quick as he could to go after fearing that she would hurt herself by not using her walker. Grabbing a towel and throwing it around his middle.<br/><br/>He froze at the door when she heard her say that he would hate her. He watched as she went through her drawers desperate to get dress. Waiting until she got on the bed. It broke his heart to hear her blame herself. When it wasn’t her flaunt. His heart broke more as her cried on their bed. He crossed to the bed in just a few feet. Slowly climbing on the bed. So not to startle her. Gathered her into his arms. Letting her cry as much as she need to.  When she was done. There was  long silence between them.<br/><br/>“ I will never hate you.Not ever. None of this is your flaunt. If anything its mine for not being aware of myself more.” He stroke her hair.” I’m sorry baby. Please don’t blame yourself.”He knew why she blamed herself. Even if she didn't.It's wasn’t her flaunt that some bastard, tortured, beaten and rape her. Brettly wanted to ripe the son of bitch apart.