Title: Pregnant Possibilities

Chapter Rating: Teen (T)

Fandom: Devil Wears Prada

Pairing: Miranda/Andrea

Prompt(s): none

Beta: (none) all mistakes are my own

Summary: Miranda (has an extra member) and accidentally gets Andrea pregnant during a one-night-stand in Paris. How will she react to the news of a baby on the way? (Miranda G!P)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Nothing I write is for profit. Everything I wrote is not meant to offend anyone.

It was a long walk to her home in the dark glow of flickering streetlights. Her feet were tired and eyes had long since blurred from hours of meaningless grunt work. Andrea couldn't afford many means of transportation, especially on a journalist salary. She couldn't even afford the subway now. It was either walking to Nigel's apartment and eat ramen noodles for the rest of her life or taking the subway to Nigel's apartment and eat cardboard. She bought some nice food, but most of that Nigel ate or his dates did. It was her way of paying rent. Andrea kept to her microwave noodles unless Nigel asked her to cook something for both of them, but that was few and far between. Most of his nights were spent at Runway these days. Even their usual Thursday nights together were being skipped more often than not.

Andrea hadn't seen her ex-boss in what felt like forever. She had smiled at her across the street when she saw her getting in her car, but that was before she knew what she knew now. Andrea Sachs was a six weeks pregnant with Miranda Priestly child. She hadn't expected to get pregnant from their one nightstand, but it had happened. Now she would never go near Miranda again. The woman would probably have her killed off if she ever found out.

- At Runway's Office -

"Emily… Emily…where are those files?" Miranda asked through the open door to her office. After Paris, Irv had reduced her to only one assistant. Now she was left with one crippled incompetent assistant who couldn't get anything done while on painkillers for her broken leg.

The evil little imp had fired a quarter of her staff claiming that Elias-Clarke needed to trim the fat, but she knew that Runway London and Runway Paris were hiring half of them. He was trying to cripple the editor after the stunt she pulled in Paris. She should have expected this from the chairman.

Miranda rubbed the crease in between her eyebrows, her headache was worse today than it usually was. She never realized how much this office depended on Andrea to keep things running smoothly. Now it was in an even worse state of disarray than before they hired that smart fat girl.

The Ice Queen sighed. Deep inside she knew that it was her fault the girl was gone even if she refused to openly admit it to herself. She still saw Andrea leaving her as a betrayal on the highest level. Yes, she would have been fired anyway when they returned to New York, but it would have been because of Miranda or Irv, not on the whim of a silly girl.

"Emily, get Nigel…Emily?" Miranda lifted herself for the forth time that day to check on her assistant. However, unlike the other times, her assistant wasn't sitting at her desk staring at invisible spots on the ceiling. The pain meds were really doing a number on the girl, but Miranda couldn't afford to fire her. Irv would probably see this as an excuse to give her no assistants at all. High Emily was still more qualified than most new applicants. Miranda didn't have the time to train a new airhead or god forbid another fat smart girl. Miranda was too busy holding her empire together, all while attempting to shield her girls from the vulture press. The divorce had been splashed all over page six before she had even landed in New York. Steven was resentful and had leaked the information to the press. She would castrate him for leaving her girls to fight off the press alone while she away.

Miranda had already gotten six writers fired for publishing things about her Bobbseys. Not that Emily had been any help with that, and now the redhead was off to God now's where doing God knows what. Miranda glared at the seat for a moment willing a competent assistant not high on pain meds to appear out of thin air. Her heart ached for a moment remembering Andrea, but she put a pin in that as quickly as it had started. The girl was dead to her.

Miranda's heels clacked against the marble floor sending the few employees left scattering. She needed Nigel if they were going to make the next issue. He was a little mad at her, but she had promised once everything was back to normal that she would repay him for his loyalty threefold. It was good to have him near her in times like this.

"Miranda," Nigel was surprised to see her. She was swamped with work and had barely left the office at at all this week. "What can I do for you?"

"It seems I am without an assistant. Emily has gone missing...again." Miranda took a moment to look around his work area. It was just as full of work to do as hers was, but he would help her nonetheless. He was just that kind of person. Miranda knew she was taking advantage of his kindness, but she needed his help even if it killed them both to do the work of half the staff. "You will also be taking on what would have been-" She stopped herself from saying her ex-assistant's name "my second assistant's work. I will do most of Emily's work until she can return to her post. Tell Serena to take her home and not to come back until she is competent again."

Nigel nodded as he inwardly groaned at how much work he had to do now. It was then that he decided to break his own rule and bring work home with him. He would never get back to the apartment without at least ten different things being sacrificed.

Nigel smiled a little as an idea began to form in his head. He would have Andrea help him. After all, the girl owed him. It would be perfect. He might actually get a full night's sleep with her help.

-Later that Night. Nigel's Apartment—

"Nig," Andrea rushed to the door to help him with the stack of binders in his arms. The man had called an hour ago to tell her he would late for their Thursday dinner. She was just glad that he would home before three in the morning this time. That man was working himself to the bone. "What is all this stuff? I thought you said you refused to bring work home with you?"

Nigel collapsed onto the pullout couch that Andrea now called her bed. He brushed invisible sweat from his forehead. "That woman is going to be the death of me, Six."

Andrea froze in the doorway. They had not talked about Miranda since she had first moved in. She had made it clear to him that she didn't want to talk about her ex-boss. It seemed she was out of luck tonight. He needed to talk about his problems. It looked like she wouldn't be able to tell him about her pregnancy till tomorrow.

"Get me some wine, would you? I've got so much work to do." Andrea moved to put the binders on the coffee table before getting him a glass of red. Nigel was already going through some papers when she returned with his glass. "I never knew you had so much work, Six. The ship is practically drowning without you."

"That's not true, Nigel." Andrea knew the real reason things weren't going well was because of Elias-Clarke's chairman. He was doing anything he could to sabotage the magazine.

"Isn't it? She has me doing my work and half of the staff's work including yours. Emily is still high on pain meds so Miranda is doing her assistant's work as well as her own. I swear she should have just let Irv fire her. It would have been less painful on all of us."

"She couldn't do that. That man is a worm, and she deserves her position. She is the best and you know it." Andrea hated talking about Miranda. She didn't want to hear about the woman that her heart ached for. It was so unfair. Had she gone out with Christian Thompson, maybe then she wouldn't have gotten pregnant by someone who wanted nothing to do with her.

"Whatever. Look you owe me, Six. So pick up a the blue binder and help a drowning man out."

Andrea gave him a sad smile before she moved to sit next to him. She hadn't missed this work one bit. It was tough and grueling. She barely got four hours sleep a night when she had worked for Runway. As she began looking through the first binder, she noticed that it had nothing to do with what she used to it. The binder comprised of articles being considered for the next issue. "What is this, Nigel?"

"It's articles. Read them, edit in the margins, and rate them based on which would go best for next month's issue. Make sure to keep one on liposuction. They are paying a pretty penny in advertisements for this issue."

"But Nigel…"

"Six, we have no one to do it. Everyone that had any talent was fired." Nigel paused a moment as a small smile formed. "Well expect yours truly."

"How many did Irv sack today?" Andrea began to thumb through the different articles. If she was lucky, she might be able to read them all tonight.

"Three, at least they weren't too important. Two were assistants to department heads. If the Ice Queen can pull this off, she is a God."

"Don't call her that." Even though she didn't work for Miranda any more, she still hated when people called her old boss, Ice Queen. If they had seen her crying in Paris like Andy had, they would understand that Miranda, despite her faults, did have a heart.

"Whatever," Nigel said already marking up papers of his own. "Don't get used to the editing. I am bringing the mindless work home tomorrow."

Andrea started to read the article, but her mind kept thinking back to Miranda and that night…

Miranda's mouth on her neck was sending a flood of moisture between Andrea's legs. The girl half expected that she was having another dream. Many times in the past with Nate she had woken up crying out her boss's name. At the time, she had thought it was some form of Stockholm syndrome. Nate had bought her lies about work nightmares.

But now in Miranda's arms, she realized that this is what she had wanted. She had wanted the goddess all to herself. No wonder, she hated Stephan so much. Andrea was brought out of her thoughts as the mouth left her neck. She felt herself being pulled half on top of the editor who had fallen back against the couch. Andrea's hands came out to cushion her fall, but she had missed judged the placement of her hands and got two full hands of Miranda's breasts.

"Oh…" She began to jerk her hands away feeling that she had overstepped her bounds, but thin fingers clutched her wrist, keeping the hands on the warm lumps of flesh. Andy swallowed not looking up at her boss for fear that she would see disapproval. Instead, small fingers began to gently move around on top of the robe not wanting to wake Miranda from whatever spell she was under.

"Andrea," Nigel said impatiently noticing that the young woman had stopped working.

Broken from the memory, Andrea smiled sheepishly before shaking her head. Miranda would be her undoing if she let her.

Sorry this chapter didn't have much action, but the next will have a lot. Andy will tell Nigel, and maybe Miranda will even find out. I need a beta for this story.