AN: I probably should have continued the last chapter with the very beginning of this one, but I'll keep it the way it is and try not to do it again(:

Reviews and/or advice would deffinetly be appreciated. Thank you to the ones who have already! I nearly doubled the length with this one, but it is 1 in the morning here, so if there are any major corrections I'll try to fix them tomorrow... or later today. The story is still pretty slow right now, so I'll also try to pick it up with the next chapter.

Disclaimer: If I were so lucky.


She still couldn't come to terms. It must be shock.

Seriously, out of all the people she could have had I'm-totally-in-denial-about-being-in-love-with-my-boss sex, it had to be with the most sniveling, deceitful… Andy collapsed back against her pillow.

At least her kid will be cute.


The next morning, Andy woke up late.

She must have fallen asleep somewhere amongst her panicking last night, and had forgotten to set her alarm clock. Which under normal circumstance would be fine, and by normal circumstances, Andy means anyone who isn't working for Miranda Priestly. And unfortunately she wasn't a part of that lucky majority.

She was ready in record time barely having enough time to grab a piece of toast and rush out the door to make the usual subway stop.

As Andy gets into the office, she makes sure to smile warmly at Emily- just because she knows her Ohio bred personality pisses her off. She's rewarded with a sneer and an upturned nose, which makes Andy want to giggle. Emily likes her, and Andy knows it.

Too bad she's going to be fired. She quickly shook her head, not having enough time to dwell, and sets her stuff down against the wall on the other side of her chair. As she is taking off her trench coat- it is cold outside after all- her company phone goes off. It was a text from Roy.

The Dragon has arrived, SOS.

Andy groans and looks back up at Emily, "Our dragon is Breathing Fire today."

"Bullocks."

Andy quickly goes into the office to organize the stack of magazines. As she spreads them out on the desk, Andy sneaks in some of Miranda's guilty pleasure magazines that Andy only knew about from a few months back, when she was called into Miranda's study to go over plans for the next day and she saw them on the end table. Next, she placed the still steaming coffee on her desk, right beside the picture of her girls.

The dinging of the elevator causes Andy to run out, grab her notebook and wait next to the opening doors for her list of obligations. Maybe she can convince Emily to run around today.

Andy swore she saw a glimpse of lace as the doors revealed the Ice Queen in all her- ironically- hot, beautiful glory. She didn't have enough time to double check before orders were being fired off.

"Tell Simone I'm not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout. I asked for clean, athletic, smiling. She sent me dirty, tired and paunchy. And R.S.V.P. Yes to Michael Kors' party, I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp. Call Natalie at Glorious Foods and tell her no for the 40th time. No! I don't want dacquoise. I want tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote. Then call my ex-husband and remind him that the parent-teacher conference is at Dalton tonight. Then call Irv, and tell him whatever you need to get him to stop asking for a meeting. I am too busy to deal with him today. Tell Richard I saw the pictures that he sent for that feature on the female paratroopers and they're all so deeply unattractive. Is it impossible to find a lovely, slender, female paratrooper? Am I reaching for the stars here? Not really. Also, I need to see all the things that Nigel has pulled for Gwyneth's second cover try. I wonder if she's lost any of that weight yet."

Miranda glided, and Andy swears she doesn't have a clumsy bone in her body, into her office, having already thrown her purse and coat on Emily's desk. From her desk Miranda glances back at Andy, standing in the doorway and does a quick head to toe check before briefly nodding, "That's all."

Andy goes back to her desk grabs her coat. After seeing the glimpse of lace she needed some fresh air, guess she'll be running around New York all day after all. Exercise is helpful for the baby. She froze.

Shit.

She's Pregnant. It seemed to hit her all over again. She still needed to set up a doctors appoint-

"Andrea, Did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement."

Andy snapped her head up, a sense of dread pooling in her belly- or was that the toast she ate this morning. Nope. Those were butterflies. Damn Miranda and the seductive way she's says her name.

As the blush climbed up her neck she attempted to respond, "No, Mira-"

Miranda raised an eyebrow- "That wasn't a question."

Andy recognized a saving grace when she saw one- snatching her coat from the back of the chair, swiped her phone off the corner of the desk and quickly, and definitely not gracefully, speed walked to the elevators. As she entered, and turned herself around she could have sworn she saw Miranda smirk, and if she was right, then there was a definite sparkle in her eye.

No. That's impossible. Andy quickly blamed it on the massive amounts of stress from the past couple weeks. What with trying to get back on Miranda's good side, or at least the side that ignores her assistants, from the Paris Incident, and now her pregnancy. She really needs that doctor appointment. Shit she also needed to contact Christian.

Too bad she can't drink anymore.

This kid better be cute.


Forgot one mention up above, Some of Miranda's quotes I took right from the movie- especially her initial rant. I'm also a little worried that I get too caught up in the detail, so if that is the case please let me know and I'll cut back.

Again, any advice or suggestions on where you guys want this to end up just let me know! Thanks for reading!