Hi everybody!

I try to translate my first story in English.

I'm French so I'm really sorry for the possible mistakes.

If someone really wants to help me with the language...Feel free to send me a message!

By the way, let me all you thoughts about this beginning!

M-L

PROLOGUE

Miranda looked at the pregnancy test with a certain apprehension.

She prayed so that the result is positive.

The first attempts had been fruitless and Andrea had been very disappointed.

Andrea supported with difficulty the failures and it was hard for Miranda to see her lover crying.

"Oh my god!" The editor shouted, happy to learn a good news, one that would delight Andy.

Miranda was finally pregnant.

"Mir'?"

The concerned threw the object to the trash, not wishing that her partner knows.

The surprise would be total.

"I'm here, darling!" Miranda answered, while going out of the bathroom.

Andrea came up to her wife, visibly worried.

The two women were married not long ago and their honeymoon was planned for today.

Andrea had begun to prepare their affairs when Miranda had become suddenly pale and sick.

The editor had joined the toilet to vomit, before discovering what made her at the moment happy.

"Everything is fine my angel?" Andrea asked, while stroking the messy white hair.

Miranda nodded, before giving a bag filled with products to the brunette.

The editor hardly left her office for a week in the sun.

"Roy is waiting for us to leave!" the young woman announced, dragging Miranda outside.

The editor brushed the sapphire in her ring finger, then returning to the waiting car.

Andrea would belong to her for a week and this feeling was...exciting.

(...)

Roy drove since a few minutes in the direction of the airport.

"Where are we going?" Miranda asked, curious to know the destination.

Andrea had prepared everything for her beautiful wife and kept the secret about the place.

She had selected the most discreet hotel, the most beautiful flowers, the most restful activities and the most delicious wine.

"I will say nothing!" Andrea insisted, who would not give in so easily.

The sparkling blue eyes tended to make her weaken.

Sometimes, even a simple kiss managed to erase the determination of the brunette.

"Even if I torture you?" Miranda asked, using a teasing tone.

The editor came a bit closer to her interlocutor.

Miranda's fingers are venturing under the skirt of her wife, gently touching the already soaked underwear.

"- It is a wonderful torture ..." Andrea whispered, biting the neck of her wife.

She was trying to control her overwhelming desire.

Andrea terribly wanted to remove the seat belt and rush on the sublime body at her side.

"Please!" Andrea begged, removing a part of the lace that covered her sex.

Miranda sighed.

The temptation was big, but she resisted.

"I have something to tell you!" said Miranda, while interrupting the naughty game to admit the future arrival of their child.

Andrea could not have children, so that Miranda was her only hope of seeing her dream come true.

The brunette wanted so much to take care of a baby, especially if the newborn had the blue eyes that she worshipped.

"It's serious?" asked the youngest, frightened that the health of her companion is bad.

Miranda approached the fifty one year and her working rhythm was often frantic.

The stress which emanated to Runway often increased her tension.

Andrea recommended to Miranda to delegate her work, but her wife was too stubborn to listen.

Nigel was often requested to watch Miranda's health, Emily also.

"There will be one more person in the house in a few months!" Miranda announced, her phalanxes moving on her stomach with love.

Andrea arched an eyebrow, looking for any information Miranda wanted to tell her.

"You are finally going to buy the dog that the twins want?"

Miranda looked up at the sky.

She certainly would not take another animal while Patricia was still energetic.

"I speak to you about a human being!" Miranda said, while catching the brunette's palm to put her on her belly.

Andrea opened wide her eyes.

Miranda Priestly-Sachs carried their baby.

"A baby?" she asked, tears in her eyes.

Miranda nodded as Andrea lifted her shirt to kiss on the navel of the editor.

The brunette was so moved.

Unfortunately, the happiness was short-lived, giving way to the horror.

A car hit the passenger side, breaking the window which overhung Andrea's head, making fall dangerously the vehicle that Roy maintained on the asphalt in a ditch.

The pain.

It was the last sensation felt by the couple before the unconsciousness take them off.