Andy had awoke to not holding Miranda. They'd slept all night like that. Andy liked just holding her to her.

Miranda this morning was acting like Andy had the plague, not meeting her eyes, all Andy did was hold her and see her cry, told without looking at her, that she didn't have to do anything this Saturday morning.

This was her time with Cassidy and Caroline.

Andy gave a whoop of happy body language lazing on a Saturday she could do, pouring herself a mug of fresh roast coffee, taking a few sections of The NY Times for herself. Sections Miranda didn't read.

Settling herself in at the kitchen table. Started with sports. Damn her dad's team was doing horribly. Roy owed her twenty bucks. Premier Soccer was on today at noon.

Had to do her laundry and maybe read that book by Bill Styron she wanted to start but only after watching the US Open, Andy's Mom wanted Andy to go to it with her. To talk. Andy had hunch, Mac had blabbed.

Mac couldn't keep things between them.

Sure Mac had laughed her head off at Andy being a housekeeper. With gasps of 'You! ' Knowing Andy once was a marvellous slob younger. Andy didn't think it was so funny.

Stopping in mid bite of her toast at Miranda staring at her. ''This isn't going to work.'' Andy blinked at Miranda's words. The kids hadn't touched her cereal.

''This not working. How so Miranda.'' Andy didn't know what Miranda meant. This as in her here.

''You being here. Like this.'' Miranda supplied. Her hand gestured at Andy in her shorts and t-shirt and slippers.

''Miranda you said I didn't have to do anything.'' Was Miranda firing her for relaxing on a Saturday morning, when she'd just told her to do so?

Miranda tilted her head at Andy who was casually in her open robe. ''Yes I did, but Andrea I'd rather you did nothing but somewhere else.'' Caroline smirked.

Oh. Andy's face flushed, she had to leave. No problem. She'd go and see Lily, maybe have a late brunch or catch a movie. Grabbing her phone.

Clearing up, Andy could be invisible.

The city was full of things to do. Lots of things. New York never slept. So much for a slob around in her slouchy pjs weekend at the townhouse.

Andy had a quick shower, dressed and headed out.

Miranda watched Andy go.

''So Cassidy. Caroline what do want to do with me?'' Miranda was bombarded with them.

Lily and Sajit were out. Andy left a message for them. The movie she went to, only killed two hours and wasn't that great. Andy browsed in a record shop and dialled Nigel who might be in. If he wasn't, she could go back and pretend in her room she wasn't there.

''Sure come over. Six.'' Nigel buzzed Andy up.

Greeted and given a tour of his place. Settling on his sofa.

''Sorry Six. Miranda's weekends are her time with Cass and Car. Sundays, Jim comes over.''

Andy knew she'd have to plan another film to see if he came over, she had only met Miranda's first husband over the phone, the twins' father. '' What's he like?''

''Professionally or personally. James is James. He's a great dad and all around good guy but as a husband…

Andy got it.

''Miranda and James tried but they just don't work married. Much better apart. Here look at this.'' Nigel got it off his shelf, Andy took it, her brown eyes wide on it. ''This is Miranda.'' Holding it up.

Andy smiled at Miranda's smile. She looked terrific.

''Yes. On her wedding day and don't ever say you've seen this one or this.'' Andy grinned at Miranda with the twins, at the beach snapped by Nigel. Miranda was having fun. Being buried in sand.

Andy also saw one photo with Miranda heavily pregnant.

''I took that one just after the divorce, I went on holiday with them.'' Rented Martha's Vineyard for three weeks when the twins were five.

''How've the girls been with you?'' Andy shrugged at Nigel. Cassidy was warmer but Caroline. It was like Andy was a trespassing interloper and she was very unwelcomed. In the townhouse, near her Mom.

''Car's like Miranda a lot she's very guarded she pushes when she shouldn't, Cass she's also like her Mom. Sensitive and lovable. Six be warned their stinkers at pranks.''

Andy knew that, from the night with the Book and going upstairs.

Andy came back around eight, Nigel had feed her. Andy's stopped, smelling cookies. Miranda had baked with them, Andy watched them silently.

So Car liked chocolate chip just not hers.

Miranda heard her, called after. ''Andrea how was your day?''

Andy shrugged. ''Busy. I caught a movie. Yours?''

Miranda indicated it was busy for her with these two. '' Was it any good? Would you like to join us?'' Caroline watched them, her face frowning.

''I- sure.''

''Mom you were going to watch this with just us.'' Andy saw the frown directed at her.

Andy was tired. ''I'm pretty beat. So night Miranda. Cassidy. Caroline.''

Andy had been warned.

The twins had on Sunday morning stolen her towels all four of them when she showered and all her clothes ended up in the washer, except her good little black dress that looked classic and that new leather jacket she just got, Andy had to dial Miranda. That was a first. Andy wasn't sure which one of them blushed more.

Andy was still shocked Emily wasn't sent.

She did her laundry again in a faded large Lacrosse sweatshirt.

James did come over that same late Sunday morning, with brimming bags of Balducci's and Eataly. Balancing both bags as he smiled. ''You must be Miranda's Andy. I'm Miranda's James but call me Jimmy.''

'' Hi Jimmy. I'm her Andy.'' Andy took one shopping bag from him.

''I've bought lots. You should stay.'' Making himself at home.

Invited to stay, Andy declined. It was their time. Lying to Miranda she had plans.

Andy spent a busy Sunday. Walking around the city on her own. Had dinner alone at a place midtown and got back at around eight thirty.

Pranks compliments of twins had escalated all week on her.

Froze her cereal and placed bubble wrap on her toilet seat and gave her a fright when they wanted her to check their toilet upstairs, they'd put down a creepy toilet lid cling Snakes peel 'n place topper. Andy didn't like real or fake reptiles.

The day she mopped and told the twins not to let Patricia in. They did. Muddy paws everywhere. It had taken Andy half the afternoon to mop it up.

Last straw was somehow they put whipped cream and jam on her fingers when she slept and tickled her nose and now this. This needed to be put a stop to. At least her hair wasn't blue or purple. That was some small comfort.

Her hairbrush and bubble gum didn't go well together.

Miranda wouldn't notice, Andy told herself, wearing a ball cap at breakfast.

''Andrea are you coaching softball that I'm not aware of?'' Miranda noticed. Andy stopped pouring her drink. ''Indoors we take hats off.'' The twins stopped eating their breakfasts, looking at each other.

Andy didn't remove it. Tapping her glass impatiently, blue eyes pierced hers. ''Andrea take it off.'' Alright Miranda. Andy removed her cap.

Miranda's blue eyes widened at her haircut. ''What on earth have you done to your beautiful hair.''

Andy lied as the girls held their breaths, Mom would ground them. For life or sixteen. ''I just wanted a change.''

''A change.'' Blue eyes gleamed on hers. Andy realised Miranda knew.

If Andy said her feelings that the girls needed to stop being a pair of royal pain in the ass brats and that Miranda had to stop spoiling them rotten and to tell them no, now and then, and punish them accordingly, Andy knew the dragon would show her the door if she did.

''Girls I want to speak to Andrea in private.''

Both left them. Almost touching Andy's shorter spikes in a caress, combing her hair with her long ivory fingers. '' Andrea tell me if the girls did this.''

Andy covered for them. ''Miranda I honestly got a haircut. Is it that bad?'' She liked her pixie cut. It was the only thing Sergio a hairdresser could do with it. That or shave her head.

''No. It's not bad.'' Miranda reassured, staring, she just thought it would take a little getting used to.

Realising she was holding Andrea's face, which felt warm beneath her fingers, making her hand fall away. '' I'll see you tonight.'' Getting her bag.

''I'll be home tonight at six for the girls first day. I didn't make a list of what to make.''

The twins were going back to school today to Dalton.

Andy saw her out. ''Relax Priestly I've got it covered.''

Miranda in front of a startled Roy, made both Cassidy and Caroline hand over their phones and no video games for a month. Making Andy hack off her pretty hair.

Have the Xbox system sent to Emily's to hold.

Miranda's bathroom you could hold a board meeting in.

Andy heard the door, rushing for it.

''Can I help you?'' Standing in the doorway, Andy wasn't expecting any deliveries today. Miranda hadn't mentioned anyone expected.

'' I'm Mrs Sarni and this is Mrs Rossini and this is Ms Borawski'' Andy greeted them with a ''Hi I'm Andy.''

'' So you're the dragon's new housekeeper. She's scary. Mind you I like her. Tough powerful broad. That last husband of hers. Whatta…'' Mrs Sarni saw him every morning with his fancy Brioni suits and sports car. The man was a walking pisher cazzo.

''We play poker here every Friday afternoon. Can we come in?'' They were all Upper East Side housekeepers along this street.

Andy's brown eyes concentrated on her hand.

''I'll raise you. One blondie bars recipe and this 4 dry cleaning ½ off coupons at Abaidi's and a Bergdorf Goodman's gift card.'' Mrs Borawski threw into the pot.

''I will see your recipe and raise you a year's worth of four Starbucks gift cards.'' Mrs Sarni betted.

''I fold. I'm out.'' Borawski laid her cards down. Each playing with M&Ms as chips.

M-imomi-me! Serious poker here.

Andy held her cards to her. ''Dr Who in 3D and Learning to Drive movie tickets at Loews. Whatta you got.''

''A bottle of Agata & Valentina olive oil and my mother's delicious Sicilian lasagne recipe. Do not make eyes like that to me Andy, my husband Lou does that, I make pot roast.'' Mrs Rossini warned.

Andy won. Her dad taught her to play poker.

Beginners luck Andy was accused. Clearing up the deck of cards.

''So tell us what is someone like you Andy doing working for Miranda Priestly.'' Mrs Rossini had to ask.

Andy cleared up the ice teas and the bowl of candy. ''Because I want to.''

''Ok but tell me when the baby's born will you leave her?''

Andy honestly didn't know. Would she stay, half of her wanted to with how she felt about Miranda. Miranda didn't know about Andy's feelings and she was straight.

''Wait how do you know about Miranda having a baby.'' Andy asked.

Mrs Sarni watched the cute brunette who had it bad for the snowy haired dragon. ''Read Page Six today.''

Andy was shown a folded copy. Andy read the Page Six headline of 'Dragon lady expecting. A little dragon on the way?' It was a photo of Miranda leaving her doctor's office.

''Hon, just remember you're the help not the husband or father.'' Mrs Rossini warned Andy. ''Mrs Lombardo and Mrs Commissiong will be joining us next week also. I'll bring brownies.''

Andy saw them out before the twins got back from school.

Andy's phone rang as she tasted Mrs Rossini's recipe she won. ''Hey Six do you want to plan a baby shower for Miranda. It's you and Emily's project.''

Andy almost dropped her phone in sauce. ''Fine, Nigel tell me how we'll be keeping this from Miranda?''

Nigel gave a snort. ''Andy. You'll think of something.''

Emily came over under the pretence to collect the couture she was promised. From Paris. Also delivering the Book.

Making a list. Nigel thought this was good, bonding with Andy. Emily thought it was a horrid idea. She and Miss Ohioan had nothing in common.

''Em I think that's going overboard. A pair of storks and a baby lamb with a gingham bow.'' Andy suggested something a bit more subtle. Blue and pink hydrangeas potted on the tables. All white since we don't know if it will be a boy or a girl.''

''Fine I will call around for a venue.'' Emily sniffed.

''Why not here.''

Emily's eyes rounded. ''Here. In Miranda's home. No Ms Andy Oakley. That is just not done. Miranda would hate it.''

Cringing at visions of pastel plastic plates, tupperware and games.

Emily took her bags of Paris loot. ''I will make a list of guests. I will plan it. You…you will make sure Miranda who is going to hate this with every fibre of her being, doesn't hear about it.'' Holding her finger up at Andy.

Andy shook her head at Em, they were really working together on this.

Emily left the townhouse, calling a cab, holding her bags, she knew Miranda was very lucky to have Andrea the sunny blob carb eater, looking after her, if it was her, she could only make beans on toast.

Miranda had been for her first doctor's appointment today and did eat the dinner Andy made. Complimented it was a Sicilian family recipe.

''How did it go?'' Andy asked without thinking. Nobody asks Miranda anything. Not mentioning the Page Six scoop.

''Fine. Andrea this needs to be added to my meals.''

Andy took it from her Doctor's list.

Andy had to go shopping this morning, Miranda had left and the girls were at Dalton, at the grocery store following the list. Gourmet teabags, a half a pound of cheese. No mould ones.

Andy was inundated with every type of cheese. Maybe she could call the cheese expert. Emily.

Andy balanced the bags as she used her key. Patricia greeted her with a wagging tail.

It was just her and Patricia home alone.

Miranda almost gave her a heart attack as she turned to her.

''Andrea I need you to do something for me. Now.'' Miranda was back, not at Runway, had she forgotten something, she sounded not herself.

Andy set the brown bags down on the counter. Miranda should be at the office working everyone terrified. Following her to the foot of the stairs, Andy saw her face flushed pink.

''Come upstairs, with me, I need your assistance. Now.''

''You're asking me for help Miranda?'' Why not Emily? Andy followed the back of her upstairs.

Miranda's haughty brow rose as she still blushed. ''It would appear that way, wouldn't it?''

Andy stood in her bedroom doorway, not sure if she should venture in or not. The whole never put her to bed warning and helping Miranda in Paris in only a hospital gown, flashing in her mind.

Miranda motioned to come inside. Andy did so.

How was she going to ask Andrea to do this for her? She was so embarrassed.

''I'll agree if you say, Andy, help me. Please.'' Miranda blue eyes blinked at her. A manners lesson how edifying.

''Andrea I need you to...this is quite…it's something I couldn't stop.'' Miranda didn't want to be humiliated anymore then she had been. Roy had seen there was no way he didn't and Irv Ravitz had noticed. She was sure of it.

''Calling me Andy, this is hard for you, isn't it?'' Andy could really push it and say she wanted Miranda to say ''Andy please be my knight in shining armour.''

Miranda exhaled, pinching her nose bridge, ''Are you agreeing or not? Andy. Please. Help me.''

''Mm-hmm. Yeah. What is it you need Miranda.'' Andy would do anything for her.

Showing her blouse, ruined from her breasts which had been leaking and she couldn't find a supportive bra that fit. The cups had increased in the last week and they were heavy and sore.

Carrying the twins to James's delight, her cups were once like Dolly Parton's.

Andy followed Miranda's instructions to the 'T'. Blouse was only hand wash as it was raw silk. Andy would do so later. Andy searched Miranda's huge closet and underwear drawers for a bra. A comfy bra.

Miranda knew if it was Stephen here and not Andy, he would be revolted. Liquid coming out from there.

''It's pretty early your secreting colostrum. All Mothers to be are different though.'' Andy said sagely. Flushing at Miranda's breasts, averting her eyes.

Saw Andy look away from her. Getting defensive, she'd had twins and wasn't twenty five anymore.

Miranda looked at Andy hard as she left and brought her a larger bra she found in her own things, one Nate bought her, it was the wrong size. Andy wasn't that big. It was cotton. It still had its tags.

''You know this how?'' Sitting on her bed rigid. Slipping on the new bra.

''I took premed in college.''

''Emory or Harvard wanted me.'' Andy informed. Miranda didn't know that about Andrea. ''Your poor mother.''

''Don't start. I liked it, but I kinda knew it wasn't for me, being a Doctor.'' Miranda's brows rose asking Andy the reason. ''I fainted from blood.''

Andy handed her a top.

''Andre-Andy I'm going to stay in today, not go back to Runway.'' Miranda shared, brushing Andy's hand lightly in hers. Andy flexed her hand from her touch on her skin.

Miranda saw Andy's reaction. This leaking disgusted her.

''It's your house Miranda. I'll be around.'' Andy took the blouse and bra with her. Later she'd have to pop out and get breast pads down at the drug store. Somehow leave it in Miranda's room without her being mortified.

''Oh and Andy. Thank you.''

Gave Miranda a huge smile with those words to her.