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A/N: Just a story that came to mind while reading other stories. Starts with a thought/flashback type tidbit. This is going to be written in Miranda's PoV for the simple fact, it's easy for me to write her PoV because, I can resonate with her and such as far as personalities go. This isn't beta'd and the storyline and timeline thingies are sort of messed with so ya know, just forewarning you guys. Okay last thing, this may end up being a story that has more chapters than the 3 I have planned.
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Ever since the day she stepped into my office in that horrible skirt and frumpy cerulean sweater, Andrea has set my world on fire and turned my life upside down. It wasn't a bad thing though. It wasn't a bad thing because I honestly did find her attractive even though that outfit was...interesting. After her first week of being under my employ, I wanted to keep her close. At the time, it was a month from Paris Fashion week. Emily may have been my first assistant but Andrea was a rather quick learner and was able to anticipate what I wanted done, even if it was seemingly impossible. Due to that, I planned on promoting her to my first assistant just before Paris. Admittedly, I did feel bad about throwing Emily under the bus; so to speak but, Andrea's skill set was more of what I needed. I had horrible timing when I told Emily she'd been demoted. Emily was in the midst of dealing with some family issues when I told her.
I decided that once in Paris, I would confess something. Something that could hurt me and offend her. It all depends on whether or not things are reciprocated.
For the past week or so, I noticed that there was something off with Andrea. She looked tired and a little sickly. I couldn't tell if it was her being nervous about Paris or something else entirely. We had a two days until, Friday when we would leave for Paris; Saturday and Sunday would be used as time to get ourselves situated and to relax before we went full gear, into Fashion Week. It's about half way through the work day and I am worried even more about Andrea. She has frequented the bathroom three times within the last hour and, I decided to do something about it, I couldn't stand to see her sick. In the 6 months that she has worked for me, I've began to think of her as, 'My Andrea' or 'Darling'. I've thought about my feelings towards Andrea and the intensity of them. There was only one other time when I felt immense feelings like this. It was back in London just before I left home to come here to the States. The pull I was feeling towards Andrea was like that, but ten-fold. I was pulled back out of my reverie when she exited the bathroom and plopped rather than sat down in her seat. She looked even more sickly now than she did this morning. I knew I had to do something and, I decided to take her to my doctor to get her checked out. I grabbed my coat and bag off of the hanger and said, "Andrea, come with me and grab your things. Emily cancel the rest of my appointments for today. That's all." Both women were shocked and looked rather worried. I wouldn't blame them in the slightest. I only cancel my day once in a blue moon, this occasion being such.
Once we were in the car, I spoke to her immediately. "Andrea, have you been feeling okay?" The answer was rather obvious but she tried to deny it. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a bit of nerves about Paris." Of course she was nervous about Paris. Hell, I was too even though I've been there countless times. "Nonsense Andrea, it isn't just nerves making you this sick. I have decided to take you to my family physician to, get you feeling well again." I could tell she was contemplating what I said. She looked nervous and to be honest, it was kind of adorable. "Are...Are you sure Miranda? I don't want to be a burden to you." I haven't a clue why she'd ever think of herself being a burden to me or to anyone for that matter, I even told her as such. "My dear Andrea. How could you possibly think of yourself as a burden?" She bit her lip and told me, "Well I'm just an assistant. You're Miranda Priestly, you run an empire. You probably have better things to do." Her answer made me hurt for her. It seemed like she had a lack of self esteem. Something in which I hope to eventually fix. "I may be at the head of an empire, but I do care for those who I work with, even if I don't show it. I really don't have anything better to do. Honestly, I detest at least half of the meetings I attend. Andrea, I never want you to feel as if you're a burden because, you are not." She smiled at my words and whispered a quiet, "Thank you Miranda." I nodded my head towards her. The remaining five minutes of the drive to the hospital was spent in silence. As per usual of almost everyplace I go, Roy pulled up to the private entrance. I had called in to my physician saying that I had a friend that I was bring in. Hopefully Andrea will be more than a friend after Paris, but that's wishful thinking, for now.
We entered the doors and were immediately greeted by the doctor. "Hello, I'm Dr. Kathy Holt. You must be Andrea." She nodded her head. Her mouth was pressed in a thin line which if it's anything to judge by, she was nauseous. I put my hand on her lower back and said to the doctor, "Can we hurry up and get her into a room Katherine? I think she needs to sit down and soon." The doctor just raised her eyebrow because, she hasn't really known me to be caring and kind to people I had under my employ. "Of course, Miranda. Follow me and I'll bring you to a room." As we walked down a hallway and into a room, I kept my hand on her lower back just in case she fainted. Of course, it looked to be a comfort to her which, made me all the more hopeful for Paris; provided she was able to travel. Once we got her sat down on the exam table, Katherine said, "I have one patient to see, that's ahead of you. Shan't take me more than ten minutes. My nurse will be in here, in about 5 minutes when she's done with the patient that's ahead of you." Andrea answered with a nod and I said, "Thank you, Katherine."
It was rather warm in the room so I took off my coat and hung it on the hanger that was behind the door, doing the same with Andrea's; putting our purses on the counter. Looking over at Andrea, I realized that she looked, for lack of a better term, green. "Andrea darling, are you feeling okay?" Her eyes filled with tears and she managed to say, "Please... hand me... the trash can." As quickly as I could, I thrust the trash can into her hands and grabbed her hair and held it out of her face in one hand, and with my free hand, I rubbed small circles on her back. I hated seeing her sick like this and trying to soothe her was the least I could do. Right now she's probably wondering what the reason is for my caring generosity, and I wouldn't blame her. I am never this caring for my employees and other people in general, lest it be Caroline and Cassidy. After her third bout of retching, she whispered with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry Miranda." I looked at her and told her, "Andrea, you have nothing to be sorry for. We all get sick once in a while, it's human." We were interrupted by a nurse that walked in. "Hi guys, I'm Hannah. I just need to take your vitals and then Doctor Holt will be in."
When Katherine walked in, I could feel Andrea tense up. She was nervous and I was nervous for her ""Alright, Andrea let's see what is making you sick. Lay back please." Katherine listened to her heart and stomach. She then felt around her stomach and said, "You may sit up now. I think I have a suspicion of what's causing you to be sick, but I am going to take some blood samples for testing. There will be a rush on the tests and we will have the results in about ten or fifteen minutes." After the blood had been taken and fifteen minutes had passed, Katherine came back into the room. She had a smirk on her face and it gave me an inkling of what could've made her sick. "Well Andrea, all of the tests came back great, one of which was a pregnancy test. Congratulations Andrea, you're pregnant." Her eyes got wide and she broke into tears. Whether or not they were happy or sad tears, I couldn't tell. Now that I know what's causing her to be sick, I wondered if she was able to fly. "Now Kathrine, will she be able to fly with me to Paris for Fashion Week?" Katherine nodded, "She should be just fine flying to Paris. I suggest getting some over the counter Dramamine though. It will help with any motion sickness on the plane and, might help with the morning sickness as well. But just in case, I am going to prescribe you some Zofran for nausea." She came and shook my hand and then Andrea's. I was thankful and told her as much, "Thank you Katherine, I shall see you later."After that was all said and done we left the doctor's office and got into the car.
"Andrea." I said, "You shall be coming to the townhouse with me. I want to have a conversation with you: nothing bad, I assure you."
So guys, do you think this is a good start? I plan on 2 more chapters. Of course, you're reviews determine the future of this story. I do want to note that the timing between the flashback thingy and the start of the actual chapter may be a little off. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and don't forget to review!