Miranda wanted to know where Brody came from. Andy exhaled, it was none of Miranda's business really.

It was private. Between her and Brody's now passed away parents. The Dorsey's.

Still she wanted to know. Where to begin, Andy chewed her lip, staring at her own reflection. Miranda will never understand. There'd be nothing left to hide.

Three years ago she made choices.

Strange it all happened on the day she almost left Miranda, called out of the blue and told about The Dorsey's deaths was a shock for Andy that day walking away from Miranda in Paris.

Offered Brody that afternoon by the late Dorsey's family lawyer. Andy accepted immediately.

Slipping on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt in the bathroom, glancing at the clock, great, she now knew what time her world came crashing down at 11:55.

Andy couldn't avoid it. It was time Miranda knew everything.

Saw as she flicked her phone's touchscreen, she had an email, almost touching it, deciding it could wait. Miranda was with her tonight. Whatever it was she'd see it in the morning and deal with it.

Andy hoped telling Miranda everything was only a little painful like ripping off a Band-Aid or getting a papercut. Andy had a bad feeling Miranda's reaction was going to really hurt her more than Nate's had.

Coming back to her, if not Miranda might think she drowned in her own bathroom or was carried away by Brody's nonexistent bed monsters.

''You want to know more about Brody and me.''

Miranda had made her a hot chocolate and was sipping from Andy's mug, watching her lips pressed to the rim. Andy's mouth dried. Her mug was now stained with Miranda's lipstick.

It was crazy but earlier she got the impression Miranda was almost jealous of Brody, saw a flicker of it on her face but that was crazy. Jealous of Brody. Why? Miranda hardly liked her really?

Sure they'd become closer on nights working late together. Conversations that meant a lot to Andy during dinner in Miranda's office. Some days like especially today for Andy, Miranda could be as icy as a stroll in 35 below zero. Miranda's words were like ice sliding down her spine.

It was there, this strong attraction, Andy felt it, but she wasn't exactly Miranda's knight in shining armor, or cuddle up to a fireplace with and Andy would never be arms to hold her, far from it.

Miranda wouldn't want her anyway.

''Yes.'' Sitting at her table, Miranda waited as Andy sat across from her.

''I found out about Brody in Paris.'' Andy decided to bravely bring up Paris with her. They'd avoided Paris for a month, never speaking of it, neither daring to bring it up. It was there always hanging between them. Unsaid.

When I walked away from you in Paris, the reason I came back was that I had to Miranda.'' Andy's brown eyes held hers sincerely.

''I needed the job for Brody.'' Andy didn't voice how she needed her.

''When I got back to my hotel room to pack. I got a call about Brody. Nate my ex, gave them my Runway contact number.'' Andy clenched her teeth, thinking of Nate who when he discovered about Brody and the truth about her, his reaction had been ugly. Felt tears prickle in her eyes at what he called her.

Nate was like all the others.

''This lawyer had been trying to reach me for a week, something happened to Brody's parents and I was asked by their lawyer to take Brody on.''

Andy left out an equally important reason, she couldn't leave Miranda behind. Being in love with her hindered Andy's steps that day.

''Parents? I thought you're his parent?'' Miranda looked confused. Had Andrea given up Brody for adoption?

''I am Miranda. I was a donor. The Dorsey's were Brody's Mom and Dad. Brody's almost three now and wasn't raised by me. I never even met him till Monday night.''

Miranda was listening intently to Andrea. Understood now why Emily brought the Book. If only Andrea had mentioned it to her, told her, she would have given Andrea time off.

''I donated to his parents four years ago, The Dorsey's, to help them have a child. Annabelle and Daniel had tried for a long time and they asked me to donate. I decided to do so and later, I went off to college and The Dorsey's moved to another state. I never knew I helped conceive a son. They named me in both of their wills as Brody's only guardian.''

Miranda decided to offer her attorney for Andrea, she'd cover the cost. If Brody had any family trying to get custody.

''When I found out the alternative if I said no. There's nobody else for him. Brody would be put in foster care. I can't do that to him. I said yes I'd take him…I had to. I wanted to. I just always thought we'd meet when he was sixteen. '' Miranda watched Andy's beautiful smile form on her face, talking about Brody.

''Now we're just getting to know one another. Slowly.'' Andrea looked serious. ''I'm terrified of messing up. I have no idea what I'm doing as a parent.''

Miranda brushed Andy's knuckles with her fingers. ''Aren't we all afraid of that. Andrea.''

Motherhood for her was wonderful and a gift but she had a fear of letting her twins down, spoiling them, not being there, Miranda often felt like that.

Stephen excusing her of being an awful mother lingered in her mind.

Miranda calculated. Andrea would have been so young, donating her eggs. ''You were just twenty when you donated?''

Andy took a sip of her warm drink, swallowing it and wiping her mouth with back of her hand. ''Yes. Altruistically. I was their only choice of donor. Mrs. Dorsey was one of my teachers. She helped me in school through a bad time, I was really bullied and she was there for me.''

Bullied. Andrea? Miranda searched Andy's eyes. That was hard to believe for her, Andy was so kind to everybody, well liked at Runway, her very nature was like a adopt an SPCA dog with big brown adorable eyes, it was rather amusing to Miranda how Andrea was so warm, infectiously so, whereas Miranda was considered so cold and devoid of human feelings.

The Serpent of Seventh Avenue, The Dragon Lady, Bitch in Heels, The Ice Queen, and The Darth Vader of the fashion world, Missing a Heart Miranda likes Miss Sunny and Perky.

''Annabelle and I were friends.'' Andy went and got a framed photo that came with Brody's things.

She was beautiful. Miranda admired her. The man holding her in the frame, didn't look anything like Brody. Dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Miranda could see he was not Brody's father.

''Was her late husband, Brody's father Andrea?''

Andy looked into her mug, pressing her firm lips together. Brody's father. That's where it got complicated. Really complicated. ''No. he isn't. A sperm donor was used.''

Miranda arched brows drew together. '' So this sperm donor, the biological father has no rights to Brody?''

''Yes the donor does. Full rights in fact.'' Andy supplied.

Miranda meant what she was about to offer, her lawyer would help Andrea with any legal battle that might happen with him. Curiously asking with concern. ''Will this donor use his parental rights to Brody?''

Andy brows furrowed about Miranda's questions about the father. Clamming up.

Miranda asked her carefully. '' Aren't you even a little worried he'll take Brody from you? Andrea who is he?'' Brody looked so much like Andrea, he had a smile like hers. Miranda mused about who had donated to help make Brody, he must have been dark haired and dark eyed like her.

''Miranda I'll tell you about him one day.'' Andy promised her.

Deciding she didn't want Miranda to know tonight. Miranda wouldn't look at her the same.

Miranda really wanted to know more about him, if Andrea knew him. Where was he? Did he live in the city? Was he like her father shirking being a father?

Dropping it for now at Andy's look on her face.

''Andrea about Brody how do you look after him with working?'' Miranda calculated the hours she put on Andrea as her assistant, long and late hours, how on earth had Andy been juggling a son for the last few weeks under her nose.

''We get by. Lily takes him to her gallery most days. Her assistant doesn't mind. Weekends we sneak out early with our dog. We go to the park if it's not cold.'' Mumbling to herself but heard. ''The library or to a coffee shop.''

Given a look by her snowy haired boss. ''Miranda, Brody's always bundled up and I'm right with him.''

Miranda hadn't meant to poke around Andy's mail as she made her hot chocolate but she had. Andrea had bills. Bills that were late. Knowing in all honesty they were almost strangers and now she didn't want to be that only to Andréa. Yes she knew her candid words could hurt but often they were barbed to maintain an appropriate distance at Runway.

Blue eyes watching Andy's long finger drawing an invisible pattern on the kitchen table. ''Lily's trying to get Doug to maybe put Brody in his company's nursery. Doug might agree to it. If not Roy's wife can babysit him a few days a week.''

Miranda shook her head at this reliance on friends. ''Roy lives in Queens, Andrea please let me help you in some way.''

''Like how?''

Getting her purse as Miranda opened her cheque book. ''Like by accepting this.''

'' I can provide for my son. Miranda. I don't want your money.'' Andy meant it. Accepting a paycheck from Runway was fine but a pity hand out from Miranda was a lot to swallow.

''Miranda please just don't…I'll figure it out on my own.''

''Will you?'' Miranda said snapping. ''I suppose being a parent for a week or two makes you suddenly an expert compared to me.''

Miranda saw Andrea's pride was getting in the way and also her innate stubbornness. ''Andrea just let me do this for you. I want to help you.''

''Why?''

Her voice softened on Andy. ''Andrea you matter to me. I am not giving you this because I feel sorry for you.''

Writing out an amount to her. '' Perhaps you can accept this as a long due bonus for working for me at all hours… I meant to give this to you with the holidays coming up, but it will be a little early and this one, is for Brody having your lovely brown eyes.''

Scrawling her signature on two cheques, placing both in front of her.

Andy was silent at her words to her. Picking both up, reading each amount, eyes went huge at the amounts. ''Miranda I can't accept this.'' It was too much to offer her. Andy just fetched for her. Coffee and stuff. Her father's words of being Miranda's glorified gopher made her tense.

Miranda leaned closer to her Andrea. ''No. No refusing me. There are a few things I want from you Andrea in return.''

Andy blinked. What could she possibly give Miranda in return? She'd do anything for her, there was nothing she wouldn't do for her.

''Like?''

''You will bring Brody to stay with Cara during work days. Carted Brody around isn't good for him. I would like us to have dinner on Saturday night at the townhouse. You and I. I'd also like to start to see you frequently outside of Runway. Is that a problem for you Andrea?''

Andy held the cheques in her hand still silently.

Miranda's lips thinned. ''Andrea, take it, Brody needs things and a nicer place to stay. Now do say thank you Miranda.'' Eyes twinkling.

Andy muttered still embarrassed, her face flushing. ''Thankyou Miranda.''

Stroking Andy's hand in hers. ''Also Andrea I expect a yes to dinner with you.'' Andy smiled at Miranda in agreement.

Miranda saw her chance at telling her what she had planned for her. Writing. How she needed to move on from Runway and not stay to fetch her coffee. Gently break the news that she wouldn't be at Runway anymore.

''Andrea about tomorrow, I need you to know that I'm not letting you …Andy was half listening to her boss.

Andy did something that made Miranda's heart race and her words dry. She intended to kiss her cheek only, meant to say thank you, except Andy's mouth had other plans, accidently Andy's mouth grazed Miranda's lips instead, fully pressed to hers. Feeling like she was kissing velvet.

Andy saw how Miranda's ivory complexion become deliciously rosy and incredibly warm under her lips.

Breaking apart, Andy found her voice first. Caressing Miranda's arm. ''You're so soft.'' Andrea's fingers on her made her shiver. Her breath hitching at Andy's fingers touching her carefully.

''Do you want to sleep here, tonight?'' Andy asked against her. Nuzzling her white hair.

Miranda traced Andrea's shoulder with her fingers edging across to her clavicle. ''Yes.''

''Do you mind using a Star Wars toothbrush in the morning?''

Blue eyes sparkling on her, told Andy that wasn't a problem, that she didn't mind at all.

Morning

Blue eyes on Andy, in her t-shirt, shyly they shared her bed. It wasn't like the one in her townhouse but that one didn't have Andrea in it. Someone she could get used to being in bed with.

Realizing in the middle of the night in her sleep, Miranda had comfortably nestled herself right in Andrea's side, curving to her, spooning, feeling Andy's breath on her shoulder.

Andrea's lips were warm on her shoulder through the material, gasping as a toned arm tightening instinctively around her waist more. Feeling Andy's heartbeat through her shirt, pressed to her back, sleepily groaning with her eyes squeezed shut. ''Just a little longer, Miri.''

Miri. Miranda liked that. It was close to her real name. Smiling in the early light filling the bedroom, at Andrea's name for her.

Stephen hated waking up to her. He had excuses, he hated sharing a bed, he snored and preferred the guest bedroom, or his favorite excuse he had to be at work early, Miranda was use to waking up to an empty side.

Andy felt Miranda's body to hers. Andy loved it, opening her eyes, waking up to Miranda who was sleeping next to her, easing herself quietly away to slip out of bed without disturbing her dragon, turning off the alarm before it went off.

A list already running in her head. Find something to throw on. Smuggle Chummy out for a walk. Make breakfast. Get Brody up. Read her emails. Shower, Get Brody ready. First things first coffee. Strong coffee.

Andy's lower back was bare from flexing her arm out, an ivory finger tracing the exposed skin, she felt arms wrap around her waist and be pulled back to bed. Dipping the mattress and sheets, pink lips pressed to her earlobe, brushing her patrician nose across the shell of Andy's ear, feeling Miranda's mouth against her, greeting her with. ''Good Morning.''

Miranda didn't want to wait till Saturday to kiss Andrea back from their kiss earlier.

''Hey.''

Andy was wearing nothing but a faded t-shirt which was tugged and pulled over her head, lips meeting her skin. Miranda had started this.

Melting to Miranda's gentle kisses along her collarbone, flicking her tongue, tasting salt, trailing a moist path along taunt naked skin and bone. Exploring Andy's tattoo from under her rib spiraling in a curve to her hip bone.

Brows questioned Andy at one mark. Which was a small scar. ''That's from a skateboard fall.'' Miranda's kissed it. Miranda's lips sought out another with asking blue. ''Hiking when I was sixteen.'' Andy supplied, letting out a groan as Miranda found a sensitive spot on her.

Giving an open mouth kiss, brushing her ivory cheeks and lips over Andy's prickling with frisson skin.

Stopping on the end of her tattoo on her hip bone. ''Prison.'' Andy lied, Miranda's eyes shone bemused at that, ivory fingers dancing along Andy's waistband, pushing it down.

''Babe we don't have to rush this.'' Andy said, pressing a kiss to the side of her face. Inhaling Miranda's scent through her nostrils.

Miranda's haughty brows raised at the term of endearment. Babe. Pressing another kiss up to Andy's face. ''Andrea am I a little pig?''

''No your my dragon Priestly.'' Miranda's breasts brushed intimately to her.

''Your dragon?'' Gave a love bite for Andy's words.

''I believe that's a new one I just got from a silvery haired dragon?'' Feeling her teeth rake her jaw, with dexterous digits Andy curled her fingers to gather and pull over Miranda's snowy head her borrowed t-shirt.

Taking Andrea's palm, kissing the inside part, guiding it to her breasts.

Big brown eyes greeted them with a loud. ''Hiii!''

Brody. Andy almost fell off the bed, shoved a sheet to Miranda who quickly covered herself up.

Wonderful she'd scarred Andrea's son for life by him seeing them naked and making out like horny teenagers. Andy scooped Brody up, she'd hastily dressed under the sheets.

Blushing furiously at Andy who told Brody they were hugging not wrestling as they left her to shower and dress.

Miranda looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her white hair was a mess, mussed from bedhead, and her blue eyes had a glint in a way she never looked like this in the morning with Stephen near her.

For the first time at Runway since the twins were born, Miranda was going to be late for work, wanted to spend time with Brody and Andrea no Miranda she asked you once to call her Andy, Miranda corrected herself, and she knew she would shock Andrea by calling her that in a few minutes and Miranda was decided she was going ask Andrea something crazy to accept and do for her.

She had more than enough room at the townhouse for two. Patricia liked other dogs. Her Bobbseys would love Brody. She loved Brody.

Miranda didn't give a hell what Page Six would scoop. Dragon Lady snares assistant half her age. Smiling radiantly she was Andy's dragon.

Andy had Brody with a flower she bought out with Chummy, to give to Miranda, picking up her phone to read her messages. Opening one from HR as she scrambled eggs with a fork, reading it.