"Do you think one day I can call him?" she wondered dreamily. Miles leaned forward to plant a tender kiss upon her forehead.
"One day," he vaguely promised. Brea gave a wistful smile and started to think about what she'd wear that evening. She didn't dwell on the topic of her estranged brother any longer. Sylar was back in their hometown. He was leading the Blood Pact and embracing his choice to lead a life of violence and crime. Did he ever spare a thought for Brea the way she did for him? One day when she did eventually make that fateful call and reach out to him, would he welcome it? Or had the divide which erupted between them grown too wide, too impassable?
"Thank you for marrying me," Miles' lips grazed against hers as he kissed her one last time before standing up. "I'm going to go and shower."
Brea felt her heart flutter when she looked up at him. He was still so handsome, so powerful. He could make her feel giddy with just one look.
"No, thank you for marrying me," she corrected him with a smile as she stood up and taking his hand in hers, began leading him through their apartment towards the plush bathroom which was adjoined to their sumptuous bedroom. Their every movement was bathed in glorious, golden sunshine. It was all perfect, like walking in a dream. Brea had never been happier. She shot Miles a flirtatious look as she entered the bathroom and began removing her shorts and t-shirt. She knew with every reliable beat of her heart that they would always be together.
THE END