Andy sighed. It had taken an hour to get Miranda to the hospital and the contractions had gotten increasingly painful. Not just for Miranda, who could barely breathe through them, but also for Andy and Roy, who had been respectively pinched blue and yelled at. Never had Andy heard Miranda scream and she could, quite loudly, until her unpracticed voice had given in. She hadn't completely lost it however, because she could still effectively command everyone around her, specifically Andy.

"Andrea, come here. I need hnnngh…"

The contraction cut of her sentence, despite the medication she had been given for the pain. It didn't hurt too much anymore, but the deep pressure kept her from breathing and speaking normally. Even though the contractions were coming quite close together, she hadn't made as much progress as she had liked. She was determined to keep going, to finish what she had started. Once she could breathe again, she tried once more.

"Andrea, I need… "

Her voice wavered and tears ran down her cheeks. Couldn't her body cooperated just this once? She only wanted to complete her task, was that too much to ask?

"I need…"

"What do you need; sweetheart? Another pillow? A wet cloth, some more medication? Do I need to get the doctor?"

"No, Andrea," Miranda whispered furiously. "I need you to get Nigel on the phone."

A stunned Andy didn't even try to object. She closed her mouth and looked at Miranda with her eyebrows raised.

"He needs to finish the edit on the Versace spread and the article on responsible production of haute couture. And when he's done, I want to see the finished mock-up."

She glared at Andy when she didn't immediately spring into action. Andy glared right back.

"I will call Nigel to tell him what needs to be done, but he won't be sending you his work. You have more important things to worry about."

"I will not have Runway suffer simply because I am in labour."

"Runway won't suffer, Miranda. You have surrounded yourself with competent people. Let them do their work and focus on the here and now. You're about to give birth and being distracted will only make this harder."

As the next contraction started, Miranda couldn't reply, but her face told all. Breathing and moaning didn't keep her from getting more and more angry. When she finally caught her breath, she whispered her response.

"Out, now."