Title: The Letter: Epilogue
Word Count: 708
Rating: K+/PG 13 ?
Disclaimer: Do not own any of it. Just want to play with the characters and have fun with them.
I wanted to thank everyone who comment and voted for the epilogue. Like I said it is just short and sweet. So this is the End. Enjoy a little in sight to our girls wonderful future! :) ;)
~*~ One Year Later~*~
Miranda let herself in the house, it was quiet, and she was exhausted.
It was the day after Parish Fashion Week, and getting everything in line for the featured issue was grueling.
She sat her bag on the hall table, and wandered into the sitting room.
She found her way over to the wet bar, and poured herself some of her favorite Scotch.
Pulling off her stilettos she settled onto the couch, and propped her feet up on the ottoman.
Taking a sip of the scotch she laid her head back, closed her eyes, and let the liquid run down her throat.
"Dam, watching you drink is still the sexiest thing around."
Miranda opened her eyes, and viewed her beautiful wife standing in the doorway.
Hair tied up in a ponytail, bare feet, tight jeans, and a smile that would not quit.
Miranda smiled, and patted the seat next to her.
Andy snickered and walked over to the woman who once again had her eyes closed.
Sitting beside Miranda Andy placed her feet over Miranda's lap.
Miranda absent mindedly placed a hand on Andréa's thigh and caressed it, sliding up and down the toned leg.
Andy sat and watched as Miranda's hand made love to her leg and shivered.
"Was it a bad day?"
Miranda nodded.
Andy took the back of her hand and slid it down Miranda's cheek and across her chin. A finger lingered on a soft, wet lip.
Miranda's lips parted and she slid her tongue out touching the tip of Andréa's finger.
Andy took a deep breath in, and Miranda moaned.
Andy giggled.
Miranda opened one eye, and Andy could see fire in it.
"I thought you were tired?"
"Never too tired for you Sweetheart," Miranda purred.
"The girls called today." Andy paused for a short time. "Cassidy is bringing a boy with her for Thanksgiving."
Miranda groaned, "First Caroline and now Cassidy. Andréa they are growing up way to fast. They just started college. Can they not wait for romance?" Miranda took another sip of her Scotch, and closed her eyes again.
Andy smiled and snuggled in closer to her love.
"They just do not want to miss out on finding what you and I have." Andy shrugged. "At least that is what Caroline told me."
Miranda felt Andréa's breathe flutter across her ear and neck, and whimpered.
She opened both eyes only having to turn her head a short distance before she caught Andréa's lips with hers.
The lips were soft and light on each other, moving in tandem. Miranda's tongue snaked out and begged for entrance to Andréa's mouth. Their tongues danced and coiled around each other until Miranda could not breathe.
She broke apart, her chest heaving, and her heart beating out of control.
Andy smiled.
"What were you doing when I came home? It was so quit I thought you were gone."
Andy giggled, "You are changing the subject."
Miranda looked at Andréa, and frowned, "talking about my child's love life is a topic I would rather not discuss," then closed her eyes again.
Andy gave Miranda a short peck on the cheek.
"I was finishing up my article for The New Yorker. I just have to review it one more time, and as long as I get it emailed by two am Dave will have plenty of time to edit it."
Miranda smiled, she loved hearing about Andréa's articles, and listening to the woman talk about the assignment she chose.
Andy placed a hand over the hand Miranda was caressing her thigh with and ran a finger up and down the back of it.
The touch made Miranda shiver, "Oh Andréa," she purred.
Andy picked up Miranda's hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed it.
Silently she raised her t-shirt exposing her abdomen than placed Miranda's hand on it.
Miranda stroked Andréa for a bit before opening her eyes.
Andy was just watching Miranda, her grin taking over her entire face.
"Feel anything different?"
Miranda looked at Andréa confused.
"Like maybe a bump or a movement?"
Miranda sat up a little straighter.
"Andréa?"
Tears began to fall from Andy's eyes.
"We are going to have a baby."
