Andy and Miranda had come out to the public at the Met Gala and it had gone great. Everyone said they had already known, and those who didn't already know were very positive. Of course the two women were ecstatic, and they celebrated in bed at Andy's apartment. It had become a sort of ritual that after vigorous activities Miranda would make her famous waffles.
Miranda woke up first, throwing on a pair of Andy's sweats and deciding to forgo a shirt. She turned on some music and got to work on her waffles. About twenty minutes later Andy emerged from the bedroom wrapped in a sheet, and she sat down silently at the bar in her kitchen. Right as Miranda was pouring the orange juice, Andy's doorbell rang.
Not at all sure who would be at her door at 10 o'clock in the morning, Andy walked to her door shrugging in response to Miranda's raised eyebrow. When she looked through the peephole, she couldn't see anyone so she just opened the door. There stood her parents, all smiles and bright eyes screaming "Surprise!"
Andy shot a terrified glance in Miranda's direction, as her parents tried to push their way into her apartment. Andy put her arm in doorway, and took a deep breath.
"Hi mom, Hi dad. Why are you here?"
"Hi baby," her mom answered, "we had a layover on our way to Canada and we figured that we would surprise you."
"Well, it's my turn to surprise you." Not wanting her parents to see Miranda, she stepped out into the hall, cracking the door behind her.
"What it is Andy, why won't you let us in?"
"Mom, Dad, I'm gay." Andy blurted out
"Okay." Her parents said after a while. "That doesn't explain why you won't let us in."
"I'm dating Miranda Priestly." Andrea winced, expecting her parents to explode at that.
"Andy, that woman-" Her father started before Andy cut him off.
"Is the love of my life, and is currently in my kitchen half naked cooking me waffles." At that her parents' jaws dropped and Andy continued.
"You have a few options guys. I can tell Miranda to put on some clothes and cook you some waffles and we can talk, you can come back later and we can go to lunch, or you can leave and call me when you get back to Ohio. Your last option is to leave, not come back, and not call me. I hope you accept me and my choices and don't choose the last option though."
"Well Andy, you forgot an option." Her dad began, anger emanating from every pore.
"You can call us when you've come to your senses. You aren't gay, and that woman is just using you. I hope you'll see I'm right and call us."
At that, Andy's parents turned to leave. Her mother turned around and looked at Andy with pleading eyes, which the brunette ignored. Andy walked back into the apartment to find Miranda on the couch.
"I put on a shirt. I had hoped they'd pick the first option."
"Yeah, me too." Andy said as she plopped down at the bar and picked up her plate.
"I'm so sorry darling, they'll come around." Miranda knew Andy hated false promises almost as much as she did, but in this case she had nothing else to say.