"Have I told you yet today, how gorgeous I think you are?" I stepped through the door frame, Andrea had been at home all day, with our three beautiful babies, her hair was tied into a messy bun and her face void of makeup.
When she stood from the plush rocking chair in the nursery, I realized she was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties… She looked, wonderful.
"Mira, I look like a mess." She grinned lazily up at me, before sauntering over, her hips swaying provocatively, without trying. Nigel and I had once said that Andrea was so irresistible, because she didn't realize what she was doing, she never had.
"My gorgeous mess." I whispered, gathering this glorious creature in my arms. "I missed you tonight, you would have been the Belle of the ball." Her laugh, which sounded of twinkling lights, caressed my weary soul, and I realized how much I quite truly, did miss her this evening.
"Well, you look lovely in this pantsuit." My beautiful Andrea grinned softly up at me, one of her hands already massaging out the hairspray and stiffness from my hair. The other hand wanders across my back, searching for something in all of this time, she had yet to find. If I was honest, I never really wanted her to.
"How were my girls this evening?" I played with the tendrils of hair at Andrea's nape, soft and wispy, they reminded me of fairies wings.
Her pearly white teeth sunk into that plump bottom lip, pink and wet, God I wish I was those teeth. Then she blushed softly and pulled me closer. "Good, All three are sleeping soundly. Did I tell you that I sent Cara home?" She giggles up at me, "I did it all by myself."
I sigh deeply, "You know how I feel about that, Andrea Joy." She grins sheepishly up at me, "Yah, Miranda- I do know that, but I wanted to show you that I can watch the girls, I don't need help… Like you."
I closed my eyes and counted to 10, in French, a little trick my darling Andrea had taught me, it helped calm me down, to think through what I wanted to say. "I only had two girls, you my love, have three. And they are each very needy in their own ways, what if something had happened?"'
Andrea rolled her eyes at me, "Nothing happened, all three Mini-Mes are tucked soundly into their beds. They were all bathed, brown curls are brushed, and so are teeth, pj's were put onto each child. They're fine." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my nose before pulling out of our close embrace, "Come see, hmm?" Her warm hand traveled down my arm to grasp my hand. "Cora is so easy to put to sleep, I think she sleeps 19 hours a day." I smirk softly, as she pulls me over to Cora's crib, her dark chocolate curls are splayed across the blue sheets beneath her.
"Now, Charlie and Callie are a whole nother story." She smiles down at the angel in the middle crib, Callista, Andrea- my darling and her love of nick names, has dubbed her Callie, which I loath to admit, but I don't hate it. "Andrea, you know I hate it when you call our daughter Charlie." I shudder at the thought.
Andrea's laugh is melodious and it sooths my weary soul. "Baby, Charlie loves it, and Charlotte is just so long! Plus, she is the cutest little baby!"
I snorted softly, pulling Andrea's strong back flush against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her soft middle and placed soft kisses on her neck. "She looks just like you, they all do. Those big brown eyes, and dark chocolate curls, I will never be able to say no to any of them… Or you."
My young wife turned in her arms, and wrapped her long limbs around my neck. "Mira, you are so beautiful, what have I ever done to deserve you?" She reaches a hand up to caress my cheek "I sometimes think that in another life, I must have been a saint, because they put me with you, I had to have been the best person on the planet." She blinks sleepily up at me and I realize it is nearing midnight.
"Let's go to sleep my angel, and when our little ones wake us, we will be ready,hmm?" Andrea nods and lets me pull her from the nursery and into our bedroom. "And I think, that you are capable, I've always known you to be a good mother. You are to our older girls as well. Caroline and Cassidy… They love you, sometimes more than they love me, I believe." Her creamy white skin started to turn pink and I reveled in the fact that I could do these things to this woman.
"No, Mira… Caro and Cass just know that crystal blue eyes are my weakness." She giggled and kissed my nose, in retaliation I pulled her ontop of me on the bed. I loved having her weight securely on my lap. She was here, I still have her, she still loves me. "Hmm, is that so?" She nods enthusiastically before planting soft, wet kisses across my face, no doubt smearing my make up… As if I care.
"Miranda, the girls turn 2 in three weeks, I don't know what to do!" She whimpers suddenly, like the world was ripped from beneath her, which if I remember correctly, is exactly how it feels when your children age. I held her close, rubbing her back and whispering in her ear. I have no real idea what I said, but it seemed to help, because soon those pools of chocolate were staring up at me, flooded with unshed tears, "You're right, you're always right. I am just sad. Cass and Caro are so old, they're almost 15." I respond with a whimper of my own. I like to pretend that my girls were still at the age of their sisters… Sadly, Andrea was correct. My darlings were growing up, at an alarming rate.
"Oh Mira." She pouts, "I'm sorry… I know this is hard for you too!" It was, all five of those girls, they kept me sane, grounded, and of course Andrea. "Shh shh." I soothe her, and I once again see her calm at the sound of my voice.
"Come now, our girls are healthy, happy, and all so full of life. Because we are raising gorgeous, lovely women. They are exactly where they are supposed to be."
She nods but continues to hold me tightly. "They'll leave me, then you will too." Andrea whimpers in my ear, before burying her face in my hair and inhaling deeply.
I bite my lip, my wife was extremely tired, and when she was tired, she became extremely insecure. "No..." I brush back her hair, "No, no, no. Those girls love you, they love you so much. And I." I move her chin so she is looking into my eyes. "You are my world, Andrea. I am in love with you, madly." I smile softly at her, playing with the ends of her hair, "My favorite moments are when I wake up with you in my arms. Or when I come home and you're making dinner in that oversized button down, you love so much and those white panties." I shudder involuntarily at the thought. "I love your laugh, your smile, and the way your nose crinkles up when you first step into the sun. Your eyes remind me of chocolate chips, and magic."
She giggles and licks my finger which had migrated up to her lips.
"I love that you're playful. I love that you're always pushing me out of my comfort zone. I love the fact that you are so protective of our children, and I love you, Andrea. I love you, madly."
Her eyes are full of tears again and in one quick movement she pushes me down on the bed, her dark hair covering our faces, we are hidden. "You are an angel, Miranda Priestly." She whispers so reverently, that I am inclined to believe her. "You have saved me, so many times. And I am so sorry I have ever doubted you."
Before I have a chance to respond, her lips are on mine, a crushing, bruising kiss, pushing my head deeper into the mattress. I push my hands into her hair and scratch at her scalp, one of her many weaknesses. She mewls into our kiss, I use this to push my tongue into her warm mouth, the cavern, soft and wet is welcoming, but her hands on my body remind me that I'm still wearing a cocktail dress, I sigh against her lips and I slowly, calm down our kisses.
She whines at the slowing and sits up, still against my pelvis. "Andrea," I breathe deeply, "I'm still in my dress." She blushes, feeling childish no doubt, thinking that is how I feel. I sit up and wrap my arms around her lower back before kissing her forehead. "None of that, Love. I just need to get changed." She nods and kisses me softly, with more love that I have ever deserved, and crawls to her side of the bed, flopping down ungracefully. I snort and climb off the bed and move to my expansive closet. I kick off my shoes, knowing I should be more careful, but not really caring. Then I find the side zipper on my azure dress and let it fall from my body. I sigh deeply, now wearing only my earrings, panties and thigh highs, I feel slightly more at ease. The rest quickly follow the dress and shoes, I grab Andrea's favorite 'Harvard' shirt. Silly girl, she's never even been to the Harvard campus...
I have always gone commando in bed, it airs yourself out, helps with not getting infections. But Andrea always thought it was for her benefit... Maybe that too. I walk out into our room to see my wife sleeping peacefully, I can't say that I'm surprised, my love was exhausted. "Next time listen to me..." I say to her sleeping form, though I know she never will. I sigh and crawl into bed, pulling my darling into my arms. She turns, bury her face in my neck. "Love you" she mumbles in her sleep and I feel my heart melt. "I love you too, my silly girl."