AN: I'm back with another DWP fic! This just popped into my head while re-reading some of the fics I've read in this fandom. I wrote this in a rush and I also want you guys to know that none of my stories are beta'd, so any mistakes you will find are mine. English is not my mother tongue so bear with me.

AN2: Your reviews/comments for Warmth and Naked Soul were very much appreciated. And I'm so sorry if i'm not able to thank you properly. But I do hope you'll enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except for one. (I swear I'm getting tired with this part lol.)

A Little Push

Andy glared at the man seated across her, "you're gonna get nothing out of me Nigel."

Nigel rolled his eyes and tilted his head, observing the young woman in front of him. It had been 3 years since the brunette left Runway, and he could see that the girl had matured through those years. "I got you to tell me that you and Miranda had reconnected a few months after Paris," he raised an eyebrow.

Reconnected, really? Andy scoffed and rolled her eyes, "and that's all there is to tell! Miranda and I became friends after the twins ran into me at the park 3 years ago, I don't know what you still wanna know."

Nigel removed his glasses and wiped it clean before staring at Andy with a blank expression, "so you're telling me that when the news of Miranda getting engaged a month ago hit the public, you were all smiles for your best friend?"

Andy sighed, she and Miranda did become best friends. All thanks to the twins. Andy spent a lot of time with the Priestly women all those years ago and even got to a point where they had movie nights, lunch dates, and dinner dates. When the twins spent their weekends with their father, she and Miranda would stay in and take turns to prepare the meal. It was the best three years of Andy's life, but she couldn't help but think that it would soon be over and her heart will be left shattered to a million pieces.

When she looked back at Nigel, she was met with a sad gaze and a nod. She shrugged her shoulders, "I love her Nigel, I'm in love with her."

"But?"

"But as much as I want her to be with me, I also want her to be happy. Besides, if we ever have a relationship…romantically, it won't look good for her, and the twins. And, Nick is a good guy, I'm sure he'll look after her."

Nigel snorted at that, "look after her? Really?" He sighed and continued, "Six, come on, you still have a week to tell her how you feel! Could you really live your life knowing that the person you love most in this world is married to another man? And the twins, please Six, they look up to you as if you're already their second parent. You spend time with them more than their own father does."

"I can't Nigel," she shook her head, "what we have now is too precious, and I can't risk all that just because I've fallen in love with my best friend. I would be satisfied with what I can have after her wedding," she gave a pointed look to Nigel and said, "and I would be happy for her because I know how much it means to her that I'll be there for her every step of the way. We may not be able to see each other that often and our movie nights may come to an end but I swear upon the gods that I won't disappear in their lives as long as they'll have me."

Nigel groaned, "Six! Do you hear yourself? Clearly, those three Priestlys are your life, and if you won't do anything at all this week, you're gonna make the biggest mistake of your life." When the journalist didn't budge, he sighed and shrugged, "look, I don't mean to pry on your personal life or intrude," Nigel lay his hand on top of Andy's and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I just want you to have your happy ending as well. No one, and I mean no one, is more perfect match to Miranda than you. Say what you want but I'm sure Miranda is far from getting her happy ending. She loves you too Six, you have to trust me on that. I've known Miranda for as long as I can remember and I haven't seen her let down her walls to anybody like she did with you."

Andy looked at him hesitantly, "I don't know Nigel," she looked around the restaurant before settling back her gaze to the editor, "I don't think I can take it if she rejects me. And I also don't think there will be a good time to tell her all this, she's busy with Runway and her wedding. Hell we haven't seen each other in 2 months. I jus-"

Nigel smiled, "then now is probably a good time?" he stood up and nodded over the journalist's head and Andy's eyes widened.

"You did not!" Andy gasped with a bemused look on her face.

Nigel shrugged, "you both need a little push. I told her last week that she needs to do something once I get you to admit your feelings for her. So, here you are." Miranda approached their table and gave Nigel air kisses on his cheeks. He gave a final wink to Andy, "you can both thank me by sending me an invitation to your wedding."

He didn't look back to see both flushed faces of the women he left behind. Before he got into his car, Nigel glanced towards the restaurant and smirked before mentally giving himself a pat on the back when he saw Miranda's hand on top of the young woman, you did good there.

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