A/N: This story has been developed from a prompt from Misha20

In the DWP world, for the most part, Miranda is depicted as the one to be at times insecure or jealous over Andy. Would you PLEASE write a story where Andy feels threatened over losing Miranda, especially if the woman she is threatened by is hot and young like she is.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from TDWP, I do enjoy playing around with them, but they are in fact owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.

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Chapter One

"Perhaps we just need little reminders from time to time that we are already dignified, deserving, worthy. Sometimes we don't feel that way because of the wounds and the scars we carry from the past, or because of the uncertainty of the future. It is doubtful that we came to feel undeserving on our own. We were helped to feel unworthy. We were taught it in a thousand ways when we were little, and we learned our lessons well."
- Jon Kabat-Zinn

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Andy stood at the side of the room talking with Nigel and Serena but surreptitiously watching her wife as she worked her usual magic in the room. Her fake crocodile smile firmly in place as people flocked around her to do some serious ass-kissing.

She loved her mercurial wife more than anything, but she had become distant over the last three months since Charlotte had come along. The baby was Miranda's idea, a way of cementing their family after their whirlwind affair ended on a drunken weekend in Vegas which included a fight about their relationship, her serenading Miranda and with them getting married by an Elvis impersonator.

Two steps behind her are her two assistants, Jessica and Giselle. Jessica was Andy's hand-picked replacement almost three years ago after she had decided to leave Runway after the Paris incident and the start of a very emotionally charged affair with Miranda. She was chosen to ensure the smooth running of the Runway office with Emily, whose foot was still in a plaster cast after being hit by a cab. Jessica was an epic organiser, and she moved quickly to Miranda's first assistant as Emily got her promotion to the Art department.

Jessica spent time looking for a suitable replacement for herself, and that was Giselle. Giselle could have been a Supermodel. She was young, gorgeous and charismatic. She had a body to die for, not too thin, curvy in all the right places, golden blonde hair, her smile could light up the darkest room, and she had large, soft, expressive hazel eyes you could drown in.

"Fucking bitch!" Andy seethed as she watched Giselle's hand sliding delicately across Miranda's back down to her ass as she leans in to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to fucking end her!"

Nigel spun around, clocking Giselle's hand on Miranda's ass and rubbed a hand over his balding head. "What the Hell is that silly girl doing?" He asked desperately.

Andy felt her rage brewing; the Miranda handbook included many rules however one of the most important was "DO NOT TOUCH." But what angered Andy the most was that her wife hadn't moved away from the touch. "She hasn't fucking touched me in months. She doesn't come home for dinner; I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. My life has become my daughter, no fucking adult conversation, no affection. Nothing. Now I know why; she's got to be fucking that cunt!" Andy thundered quietly enough for her old colleagues to hear. "She's fucking replaced me. I have always known I was never good enough." Shoulders sagging Andy turned away brushing tears from her eyes as Nigel patted her back awkwardly.

Serena looked on sadly before stating; "Querida, maybe she didn't realise, no?"

"She knows." Andy sobbed. "She didn't move away from the touch, not even a slight fucking flinch. Well fuck her and that bimbo she's chosen, I'm calling Roy, and I'm out of here. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse she hesitated briefly before dialling Roy requesting he pick her up immediately. She then went to her messages and typed a text to Miranda and Giselle.

Giselle get your fucking hand off my wife's ass NOW!
Miranda, I am going home. I do NOT want to see or hear you tonight.
Keep the fuck away from me. Charlotte and I will be gone by the time you come home.

She observed as Giselle snatched her hand away from Miranda rapidly, growing pale as she read from her phone. Miranda looked towards Giselle who nodded to her mobile mouthing Andy. Miranda took a quick glance at the screen and looked around for her wife, noticing the swish of her brunette hair leaving the room she excused herself, told her assistants to go away and stalked towards Nigel.

At her arrival, Nigel told her, "You've really messed up this time Miranda."

"What did I do now?" Miranda demanded.

"It's not what you did; it's what you didn't do." Nigel clarified. "You didn't flinch as Giselle's hand roamed your ass, you didn't move away. You know Six has eagle eyes; she's an investigative journalist for Christ sake and a bloody good one. She can see what others don't, never mind the fact that she's not able to tear her eyes away from you when you're in the room with her. How blind are you Miranda? You have a stunning wife and three beautiful daughters, and it's like you just don't care."

"So she's leaving me?" Miranda asked. "She's taking my daughter? I will not allow that. She promised she would never leave..."

"We don't know if she'll leave but you promised in your wedding vows that you would cherish her forever, we were there standing with you," Serena added gently. "Andy has not been the same since Charlotte; it was a hard birth for her, no? She was left feeling ugly, and she feels isolated, she is tired and overwhelmed. Have you told her, shown her that you still desire her? Do you tell her every day that you love her and the child she gave you?"

"For crying out loud, I cannot be pandering to her every need 24/7." Miranda declared hotly.

"Then she will leave, and she will take her daughter. Giselle's hands-on behaviour tonight hasn't helped. Six knows better than anyone how your assistant's hero worship you; she was always different though. She actually loved you." Nigel clarified. "You've been in her place Miranda, look back and remember what you felt like after the twins and multiply it by 10." Nigel sighed. "The birth nearly killed Six; she had to have an emergency hysterectomy and then got that infection. She couldn't breastfeed her daughter, couldn't pick her up to soothe her as she cried. You hired a nurse and left her to return to Runway." He shook his head sadly. "You should go home to your wife, and if you have any sense, you'll get on your knees and beg her not to leave. Tell her you to love her, show her that she's worthy of your love because right now she feels she's not good enough and that is killing her."

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