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Onward..

Bree re-entered her home in a different state of mind than she had left it in. She felt as if she had just experienced some form of an epiphany, and couldn't get back to sleep. The redhead literally collapsed onto the couch and allowed her mind to wander. For once she didn't try to steer her thoughts in a certain direction, she just let her mind carry her. Almost instantly, memories of Rex appeared. However, now as she relived these precious moments within her mind, she realized that many of her most memorable experiences with Rex often included her friends and children as well. Events ranging from the birth of Andrew and Danielle to various dinner parties and celebrations included others beside her husband. For the first time, her mind was allowing her to see the people who took part on the sidelines of her most treasured memories. It was at this moment that Bree realized there is, and has always been, more to life than her husband. Of course it is appropriate for her to mourn, but she had spent the past few days convincing herself that Rex was her sole purpose for living- that he was the best part of her life.

Bree felt somewhat relieved as she sat up and began looking around the room. The first thing that caught her eye were all the overturned photographs. She made her way over to each photograph and frame and carefully turned each one back up. Some photos made her smile, while others brought her near tears once again. Turning up a photograph was like reliving each moment for Bree. She made her way through each room of the house, and then finally, went back downstairs to upturn her most treasured photo of all- she and Rex on their wedding day.

Bree gently ran her fingers over the glass, careful not to make fingerprints or smudge marks. She felt tears, but knew she would not cry. After spending a few moments with her most prized possession, she returned to the couch. She sat up, unable to force her eyes closed and simply allowed time to pass, treasuring every second. She was deep within thought when she heard her front door slowly being opened. She was not alarmed…but rather relieved. She knew it had to be Andrew returning home.

"You waited up for me?" he began, somewhat flustered.

"As a matter of fact, I just got home myself."

Andrew heard his mother's words, but found himself distracted. He noticed all of the pictures which included his father were turned upright. "Oh. Where were you?" He questioned.

Bree considered lying to her son- saying that she had just chosen to take a drive. But she realized that if she wanted to recreate a relationship, she needed it to be based on trust. "I was at the hospital". She instantly saw the concern on her son's face. Whether or not he had attempted to hide such emotion would remain a mystery.

"Why?"

"Something happened to Mrs. Solis." She didn't think that Gabrielle would have appreciated her going into details about the miscarriage with Andrew.

"Is she okay?"

"She will be, yes." she paused, "Not to change the subject…but where have you been all night?"

"What's it to you." Andrew rediscovered his anger.

"Andrew…we can't go on like this forever."

"Like what."

Bree sighed. "I know that things haven't been perfect between us for a while now. But well, we need to work on that. Too many times I had wanted to change certain parts of my relationship with your father, but I never told him…and now…well now it's too late."

"What, do you think I'm gonna drop dead or something?"

"Don't you ever say something like that. Life is far too fragile to be taken for granted." Bree's voice was stern.

Andrew rolled his eyes, plopping down onto an armchair nearby.

"I've been pretty awful to you these past few months. I'll admit it. But you haven't exactly been a saint either." This was one of the first times Bree actually confronted her son. She felt as if she were doing something wrong, but would not allow herself to stop speaking. "Our relationship worked, as dysfunctional as it may have been, because of your father. If you were angry, you would run to dad and he'd help you out. If I were upset, I would look to him for advice. Neither one of us can do that anymore, and we need to find a new outlet. We need to actually talk to each other."

"Are we seriously having this conversation right now…"

"Andrew. I've told you this before, and I'll tell you again. I will always love you. You're my son…my first baby. I need you. And well, believe it or not- you need me too." Emotion was clear in Bree's voice.

"Don't you think I want to start over? I would love to just wake up one morning and forget everything. But I can't do that. You've never accepted me, Mom. I've never been good enough. So nothing will ever be 'perfect' between us. I'm willing to be civil with you, but I'm not your baby anymore."

Bree looked back at her son, sadly. She could only wish that she had been a better mother. Sure, she always had a meal on the table…and of course she would reward him for high marks, but she never actually listened to him. Bree realized that she had always favored Danielle. She always had straight 'A's, decent friends, and was somewhat a reflection of Bree herself. Bree could never relate to her son, and she never developed the bond with him that Rex had. "I'm sorry, Andrew." Bree finally spoke. She truly was sorry for any pain she had caused….but she was also sorry for herself. Sorry that she had set herself up for betrayal.