A/N: Once again Shipsterella has provided a Tumblr prompt, this time she apologised in advance but it didn't stop my muse from stomping her feet when I tried to tell her no.

Once again it is from a Reedsy prompt:

"I'd like to buy a plane ticket to your furthest destination today."

What if, after leaving Miranda in Paris, Andy impulsively decides she has to get as far away from her as possible? Where will she wind up? Will Miranda try to track her down? Will she follow her? Will they declare their undying love for one another and live together happily ever after?

Disclaimer: I own nothing belonging to The Devil Wears Prada. These characters belong to the original author and the 20th Century Fox.

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Their plans for dinner changed when Matias insisted he would do a barbeque. As Miranda hadn't experienced an 'Asada' she was happy to accept. The invite was extended to the whole Runway conglomerate and Sofia mixed Pisco Sours and Borgoña while Carla made Mote con Huesillo for those who wanted non-alcoholic drinks.

Anne, Patrick, Serena and Emily's arrival was lively, but the other models had made their way to the Casino. As they made their way outside to sit around the pool, there was much laughter and chatter as Carla, Matias and Sofia welcomed the guests and the smell of barbequed meat permeated the air.

The other hostel guests seemed amazed by the editor and her loyal band of clackers along with the Hollywood actress and world famous photographer. There was a lot of noise and chatter as the Australians took Anne and Patrick under their wing and they played a drinking game.

Jill and Anne laughed hard when one young man was overheard calling Miranda a total MILF.

When Miranda raised her eyebrow expectantly for an explanation, it was all Andy could do to stop her own laughter. Trying to school her features she answered seriously as Nigel and Jill grinned.

"It is an acronym, Miranda," Andy explained.

"Well, I understand that, but what does it stand for?" Miranda was becoming exasperated by the lack of answers.

Everyone looked at Andy, unwilling to explain and experience the Editor's potential wrath. She sighed, leaning towards Miranda, she whispered the meaning. "It means, Mom I'd like to fuck, Miranda."

Miranda's eyebrows shot up, and she straightened her shoulders and glared at the young Australian. "My dear boy." Her tone was icy, and the man cowered from her ferocious glare as his friends smirked. "You seriously aren't man enough to deal with me." Her lips twitched as she battled a large smile. "However, I find the faith you have, in your ability to tame a dragon such as I, rather pleasing. I will take your words as a compliment."

"Th...they w...were meant as one," He stuttered. "You're gorgeous."

Miranda beamed before turning to Nigel. "I shall have to have a new plaque on my door. Miranda Priestly, Editor-in-Chief and MILF." The laughter at her comment was a relief, and the Runway staff were amazed when Miranda's laughter joined their own.

Jill stepped inside to check on Isaac knowing he was due to wake up, and if he slept any longer, he wouldn't sleep through the night. On her return she held the boy in her arms as he rubbed his eyes furiously, his eyes held awe at the number of people sat around and he hid his face in his mom's neck.

Andy stood and stepped towards her nephew. "Hey, Zaccy." She stroked the boy's dark hair from his forehead gently.

Dandy?" He queried.

Andy grinned as she met the little boy's curious eyes. "Hi, champ." She watched as the toddler looked at her, confusion clouding his eyes at the unexpected sight of his aunt. It took a few moments until he smiled and held his arms out to her, clenching his little hands to show he wanted her. She swooped in and held him over her head before pulling him down and blowing raspberries on his tummy as he squealed happily. "My beautiful boy, I've missed you," Andy stated bringing him to rest against her chest. She caught Miranda smiling softly at their antics and sat back down next to the older woman. "Zaccy, this is Miranda. Can you say hello?"

Isaac hid his face for a moment before peeking at the older woman, seeing her smile he smiled brightly. "Hello, Mwanda."

"Hello, Isaac," Miranda spoke gently as he tilted his head at her. It was a look she recognised from Andy and her smile widened.

Clambering over Andy's knees he made his way onto Miranda's lap and stroked the heart pendant at her neck. "Pwetty." He told her. Looking up into her eyes he tapped her cheek. "You pwetty too, like Dandy."

"Dandy?" She queried.

"Dandy!" He exclaimed happily. "Mine Dandy." He was bouncing on her lap and gesturing to Andy. "Gramma says Dandy fight a dwagon. Waaaawr." He exclaimed before shooting off her knee. "Me wanna be a dwagon." He turned around and looking Miranda in the eye growled at her.

The look she shot Andy and Jill had both biting their lips and trying not to laugh. Emily looked shocked and Nigel looked on amused. Serena let out a loud laugh causing Emily to glare at her in disbelief.

"Little one, we all know the dragon." Serena got down to eye level and looked into the little boy's eyes. "But your Dandy is special, she is the best dragon tamer of all."

"Dwagon tamer?" Isaac did not understand.

"Dandy made friends with the dragon. She helps the dragon spend time with her baby dragons and she keeps them safe."

"Dandy love dwagon?" His lip trembled as he caught Andy's eye and she nodded with a big smile. "Do dwagon and baby dwagons love Dandy?" Andy looked at Serena as if to say you started this, you fix it.

Serena looked up into Miranda's eyes and grinned a little before turning to the boy "Yes your Dandy loves her dragon and the dragon and her babies love your Dandy. We all need to be loved, Zaccy, even the biggest, most scary dragons."

"Me will love dwagon too." Isaac was serious. He looked at Miranda. "Mwanda love dwagon too?"

Miranda couldn't help but smile at the little Sachs. "Dear heart, I am the dragon."

He squealed and ran and hid behind Sofia's legs. "Gramma says dwagon eat lickle boy's for bweakfast." He clutched Sofia. "No! No let Mwanda eat me, Sof."

Sofia picked Isaac up quickly and grinned at him. "Miranda will not eat you, mi gordito." She grinned. "Your grandma does not understand, because no-one really does, that dragons are beautiful, even when they breathe their fire. In fact, their fire-breathing just bathes us in a warmth that makes us happy to know the dragon."

"Weally?" Isaac looked at Sofia seriously. "You not pulling Zaccy's leg."

"Mi gordito. Would I lie to you?" Sofia smiled at the boy.

"Nope, 'cause you love me," Isaac claimed as he planted a wet kiss on Sofia's cheek.

"Yes, I do, always," Sofia told him gently, holding him close. She placed him on Andy's lap and as he settled in gazing at Miranda, he put his thumb in his mouth.

Andy batted it away gently. "No thumb, Zaccy, do you remember what I told you about big boys?" She asked him.

He pouted and repeated Andy's words back to her. "Big boys no suck thumb, it bad for little teeth an' make Zaccy look like Goofy,"

Andy grinned as Jill scoffed. "Someone should have told you that, Andy."

"Well, I thought I'd save him the years of braces and you the orthodontic costs," Andy claimed happily.

"You had braces?" Miranda asked, her curiosity peaked.

"Yep." Andy groaned, knowing what was coming next.

"Frizzy hair, orthodontic headgear and glasses. She was a total dork." Jill grinned at her little sister who rolled her eyes.

"Well, it's better than the dodgy 80s perm and stonewash dungarees you worw well into the 90s." Andy grinned at her sister who huffed. As the teasing continued, everyone laughed at the one-upmanship the sister's displayed as Isaac's thumb made its way back into his mouth.

Miranda turned her blue eyes on him. "Isaac, do you understand why your grandma said dragons eat little boys?" He shook his head wide-eyed. "We make one exception for little children who look like Goofy." She offered him a warm smile and popped his thumb from his mouth. "It is a good job I did not know your Dandy back when she looked like Goofy, I'd have gobbled her straight up."

"You eat lickle goofy guwls too?" He whispered, stunned.

"Oh yes. Little girls and boys who look like Goofy are delicious." Miranda told him seriously.

"Me best stop then, hey?" He whispered. "Me no wanna be your next supper."

"Yes, dear heart. That would be for the best." Miranda smiled at Andy who was sat open-mouthed at the conversation between her nephew and the woman she loved.

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The area was quieter than during the barbeque. Nigel, Anne, Patrick, Serena and Emily had left thirty minutes before, heading for the hotel bar. Sofia, Jill and Isaac were sat with Carla and Matias at the other side of the pool and the Australians tourists had disappeared to a local club. Miranda leaned back on the two-seater outdoor sofa with Andy curled in her arms, her head resting on Miranda's chest. She sipped a Pisco Sour and hummed. The sound reverberated in her chest causing Andy to glance up. "You sound like a cat, purring," Andy whispered, smiling up at the older woman.

"Mm, really?" Miranda smirked down at the brunette. "I suppose I am like a cat. Cat's don't give a shit." Miranda smirked as Andy gasped. "They are independent and content to be so. They appreciate how awesome they are regardless of the incompetence that surrounds them." She sensed Andy's shoulders shaking with her silent laughter. "They don't depend on outward affection to feel good. They are often demanding and indifferent," Miranda's voice turned soft. "But they are aware of their flaws and accept them. And finally, they are loyal to those that show them kindness."

"You seem fond of cats," Andy whispered.

"I love them, but I am allergic." Miranda sighed. "I always wanted one as a child." Miranda looked down to observe Andy's eyes shining with affection. "Now, I realise that my Patricia adores you. Are you an animal person?"

"I love dogs and cats." Andy grinned. "I had a Russian Blue cat with silver fur when I was younger. Shakespeare." Andy sighed. "My brother accidentally left the door open, he got out and was attacked by a fox." Andy sighed. "After that, mom stopped us from having more pets."

"All children should experience the joys of having a pet, my darling. Do you think Jillian would mind if we got Isaac a puppy?" Miranda smirked. "I was thinking a Saint Bernard."

Andy laughed. "Knowing that rascal he'd try riding it like a pony."

"Well he and his trusty steed could find themselves a dragon to tame," Miranda whispered. "That was quite the conversation he had with us all about his Dandy fighting a dragon."

Andy chuckled. "There was never any fight. My dragon captivated me from day one." Andy smiled softly up at the older woman and the smile was returned. Andy loved the moments Miranda let her guard down and offered her a genuine smile.

"Does Isaac have a speech impediment?" Miranda asked.

"He has rhotacism. He struggles with his R's. Andy spoke softly. "He'll come right, I did, and Jill does exercises with him to improve."

"The way he says dragon is rather cute," Miranda smirked. "I wouldn't have known you had speaking difficulties unless you count babbling as one."

"I had issues like Isaac, but on top, I had a stutter, the kind where words become blocked. I'd try to speak and no sound would come out," Andy sighed. "It was frustrating and sometimes embarrassing. I had speech therapy to rectify it. Jill knows rhotacism can correct itself by the time Isaac reaches five."

"Do you still struggle?" Miranda asked.

"Sometimes, yes. You've probably been privy to it more times than you realise. I usually close my eyes for a second, take a deep breath and try again." Andy told her snuggling again into her. "Many people assume I'm exasperated with them, and in a way I am frustrated, but mainly with myself."

"He is a beautiful boy, he looks very much like his aunt." Miranda placed a soft kiss on Andy's head and wrapped her in a tighter embrace. "I hope for Isaac's sake that his little impediment resolves itself. Children can be unusually cruel."

"Tell me about it." Andy sighed. "I hated school. Until then, I was unaware of my speech issues, My Mom and Dad didn't make a big deal, it was only once it affected my confidence, which made it worse, that they had me go to speech therapy."

"My darling, you are so strong." Andy looked up, eyeing Miranda curiously. "You speak eloquently, and passionately at least 90% of the time, it is true you babble when you are nervous, and sometimes you may have a block, but you overcome those with so much grace." Andy smiled widely as Miranda cupped her face. "And that beautiful smile."

Andy looked up as Carla stepped towards them, holding a throw. "Aquí, hace frío." She shook it out over the two woman and grinned. "Vamos a dormir ahora." She stepped back and waved at the two women. "Buenas noches."

"Night," Andy called across to the four adults and the now sleeping child.

"May I stay with you tonight?" Miranda asked.

"I could come stay with you if that would make you more comfortable, the bathroom facilities here are shared and..." Andy trailed off at the shake of Miranda's head.

"No, I like it here, I am comfortable here with you." Miranda looked her in the eyes. "I do not wish to miss one moment with you, Andréa."

"You won't," Andy promised as Miranda caught her lips in a gentle kiss.

They settled down into a reclining position on the couch, talking softly as they lay side by side, content to be wrapped around each other under the warmth of the throw. Andy kissed Miranda gently and gasped when Miranda's hand gripped her hips and pulled her flush against her and deepened their embrace, running her one hand up Andy's back as the other tangled in her hair. They spent a few minutes kissing lazily, taking their time to breathe and just connect.

As they broke for air Andy looked into Miranda's eyes and spotted the love in them, it took her breath away. "I love you, Miranda." She whispered.

"As I love you my darling." Miranda shivered slightly. "But I am getting a little cold. Will you take me to bed?"

"Yes." Andy husked.

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Miranda woke the next morning to slamming doors and thundering feet and groaned. The hostel was coming alive around her and she could hear the little squeals of happiness in the distance, from the little boy that looked so much like her Andréa. She stretched and pressed into the warm body next to her.

She considered the events of the previous night. They had stripped to their underwear before lying down. Andy had become emotional as she settled and the events of the day finally caught up with her and Miranda had held her close as she cried herself to sleep. She was deeply concerned about the sensitive young woman and realised she would do her best to make her life happy and complete if she was given the chance. She followed Andy quickly into sleep, her arms wrapped protectively around the brunette.

She observed hot lips as they descended on her breastbone and looked down to Andy peppering her skin with soft kisses. Moaning slightly, she adjusted and gasped when Andy's leg moved between her own.

"My darling..." Miranda trailed off as another moan was rent from her as Andy's lips found the sensitive spot below her ear.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Andy's smile could be heard in her voice and from the press of that beautiful mouth against her skin.

"I don't think...Oh, God." Miranda groaned and tried to untangle herself.

Andy scooted back. "I appreciate you aren't ready, I'm sorry for pushing."

"No, don't apologise." Miranda husked. "I love holding you against me, but I do not have the time to give you the uninterrupted attention you deserve. Valentino is due to arrive shortly."

"Okay." Andy sat up against the headboard and looked at the older woman. "Do you need clothes?" She asked nervously.

"My jeans should suffice until I return to the hotel, a clean t-shirt would be acceptable." Miranda let herself smile as Andy frowned, knowing the dilemma she was putting the brunette through. She could recognise Andy's mind reeling through the choices and dismissing them.

"Um, I have no designer t-shirts but my Northwestern one is clean," Andy stated worrying her lip between her teeth.

Miranda smirked. "Acceptable." She loved the thought of wearing something that held such meaning to Andy even if it was for a short time.

Jumping out of bed Andy searched through her bags and found the red t-shirt before handing it over shyly. "It's a little worn." She explained.

"It will be fine, my darling," Miranda told her.

Andy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them she noticed Miranda watching her carefully. "Um, I'll get you coffee." She stated.

Miranda arched an eyebrow. "Clothes?" She reminded.

Andy blushed and a grin spread across her face as she realised just how under-dressed she was. Pulling a vest and a pair of boxer shorts out she shrugged into them effortlessly before padding quickly from the room.

Miranda heard her cell vibrating and sighed. She had a feeling it would be a long day. Grabbing it, she answered sharply. "Yes." She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Emily, I do not care of Monique is unhappy with her dress, she will wear what we have discussed and nothing else." She listened intently as Emily relayed the message to the highly strung model and heard the heated response. She winced. "Tell her if she walks now she will no longer have an affiliation with the magazine, I will put the word out she is not to work for any Runway publication. In fact, she will be lucky to get a job whoring herself on the cover of Auto Universe, draped over some monstrosity of a car. She will forgo her fee and she will need to make her own way back to whatever rock she crawled out from. Now, do not disturb me for the next hour. That's all." Letting out a frustrated sigh she caught the movement in the doorway and looked down into soulful brown eyes. "Good morning Isaac."

He looked up at her and grinned. "You good at bweathing fire, Mwanda." He moved further into the room and noticed the t-shirt in Miranda's hands. "That Dandy's favouwite shuwt.."

"Is it?" Miranda asked.

"Yup, Nate twied to put it on once and Dandy gots weally mad. She was madder than a box of fwogs at him," Isaac whispered as if he was confiding in her. And maybe he was. Miranda tried to hide her smile. "I not think she gets mad at her dwagon though. She loves her Mwanda." Miranda grinned as he sat on the bed next to her. "What the baby dwagons like?"

"Here I'll show you." Miranda pulled her photos up on her cell and he scrolled through them.

"They pwetty too, but they only lickle guwls." He told her.

"Dear heart, that is the dragons magic. To everyone, I look like a lady and my babies look like little girls, but the dragon lives deep inside us. And few people hold enough magic to recognise the scales, wings and the tail." Miranda told him.

"Did Dandy see them?" Isaac asked curiously.

"Yes, I believe she has." Miranda caught Andy's eyes as she moved into the room. "Because your Dandy is magic too."

"Yay." He looked up at his aunt and smiled brightly. "Dandy!" He jumped up and down in his excitement. "You magic, Mwanda say so."

"Hi, Champ. If Miranda said so, it must be the truth." She ruffled his hair. "Does momma know you're in here?" She grinned down at the young boy.

"Nope, Zaccy heard momma say Mwanda was here, and me wanted to say mownin'." He looked a little shamefaced.

Andy handed Miranda a coffee and bent to kiss Isaac on the head. "Go on down to your mom and Sof, Zaccy. Miranda needs to get ready for her day." She was gentle with him.

"'Kay Dandy. Lita's making fwuit an' bacon an' eggs fow bweakfast." He grinned before scooting off the bed and charging from the room.

Andy shook her head. "Magic, really?"

"My darling, we all have a little magic inside us." Miranda sipped her coffee and her eyes fell closed as she hummed in pleasure. "And magic is everywhere." She caught Andy's eyes and grinned. "In fact, right now I am holding liquid magic in my hands."

Andy shook her head and grinned. "You can be ridiculous."

"I know, my darling. But at least I make life interesting." Miranda smirked happily as Andy laughed loudly.

"That you do. sweetheart." Andy grinned. "I'm just going to get a quick shower," Andy explained. Grabbing her towel and toiletries she rushed again from the room.

Miranda climbed out of bed quickly and located her purse, pulling the Pesos she'd won at the Casino from it she slipped them between the pages of Andy's journal and grinned. She considered Andy had brought immense luck into her life and she wanted to share her good fortune with just one person. She would text her later that day and ask her to arrange dinner. She appreciated Andy would choose something unique, and she realised sharing these new experiences with the brunette.

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Andy had spent her morning updating her Resume and scouring the internet for vacant positions at New York newspapers. The job at the Mirror had finally been advertised, and she sent the Editor-in-Chief a snapshot of her writing, along with her resume and a well thought out cover letter. She hoped at least one of the four jobs she'd applied for would come to fruition. That afternoon she planned on taking Jill and Isaac to Cerro Santa Lucía.

Scanning her Facebook, she sighed at a friend request from Doug and Lily. Lily's words from the night before Paris rang out in her mind. She declined the friend request, unwilling to let herself be hurt again by her old friend. Doug had followed up with the friend request with a private message.

Andy,

The word from home is that you're in Chile. My mom also told me that Jilly and Zaccy are also there. I hope you're having fun, but New York misses you. The fashion blogs and most social media outlets are stating a certain silver-haired Goddess is also in South America, instead of Barcelona. Coincidence? I think not. I hope the rumours are true although the thought of you and La Priestly just blows my mind.

I am so sorry for being such a butthead about your work. I missed you so much, and Lily and Nate were making it seem like you didn't care about us anymore. I let myself believe it. I didn't let myself understand that the change you were going through was just a part of growing up, I did not realise that my actions would mean you would feel alone in the world. I spoke to Jill a few days ago, when I was visiting my parents, and she gave me a stern talking to. When I bitched to my mom about it, she agreed with Jill. You have grown into an extraordinary woman, Andy, and I am so proud of you.

I hope you forgive me, if not now, then one day. You are still one of my favourite people in the world sweetie, and all I ever want is your happiness.

I love you

Dougie x

Andy grinned at Doug calling himself a butthead. It had been her nickname for him in High School when he'd spent a month impersonating the namesake from the popular TV show, much to their teacher's disgust. She accepted his friend request as a flurry of activity and a low voice caught her attention.

Miranda clicked her way through the foyer into the communal area, wearing a frown. Andy logged out of her Facebook and strode the three steps to meet the older woman. Looking over her shoulder she saw Valentino and Emily. He offered her a blinding smile which she returned as Jill led them towards the kitchen. Emily looked at them both and rolled her eyes. Looking down at Miranda she noticed her biting her lip. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" Andy asked, concerned. "Is everything okay with the shoot?"

"That infuriating woman." Miranda seethed. She caught Andy's eyes and saw confusion. "James's mother." Miranda took a deep breath. "She neglected to advise me that Cassidy had been in an accident. My Bobbsey is at the New Milford Hospital, with a broken ankle of all things. I need to return to New York and organise for her to come home, there's paperwork to sign and Murial does not have authority to do so, and James is in Japan. The other Emily called when the hospital contacted Runway looking for me. I cannot entrust my Bobbsey's care to the new Emily, they do not know her and..."

"Nor should you." Andy interrupted. "Do you want me to come with you? I can be packed and ready in fifteen minutes."

Miranda shook her head. "No, I...I mean...I would love it..." Miranda faltered. "But I cannot ask you to just drop everything for me, my darling. I told you I would wait for you, and I will. The twins and I will wait when you are ready to return to us. Reconnect with your sister and spend time with that adorable boy."

"But..." Miranda put her finger over Andy's lips.

"No arguments, Andréa. Please." Miranda pleaded, her eyes soft.

"It would not hurt for me to be beside you for this. You must realise that, Miranda. But if you insist on doing this alone, I have no choice but to understand." Andy's words were spoken gently as she cupped Miranda's elegant face in the palms of her hands. She swiped at a single tear and kissed Miranda's forehead. "I acknowledged you would have to leave, eventually. I hoped for a few more days, to show you I was serious about this."

"Promise you'll call me, Skype so I can see your beautiful face. Do not disappear on me again, Andréa Sachs." Miranda demanded.

"I promise." Andy fought against her own tears as she pulled Miranda close and held her tightly. "You hold my heart, Miranda Priestly." She tilted Miranda's face up to hers and bent to kiss her lips. "I love you, and I will be home soon. Just say the word if you need me, I will be there. I will always be there."

Miranda swallowed the lump in her throat. She'd never experienced such a bittersweet goodbye and was unsure of how to handle her swirling emotions. "I...I should say goodbye to everyone and..." Miranda untangled herself and stepped away quickly, making her way to the kitchen where she knew the family would be assembled.

Andy sat down on the couch heavily and put her head in her hands, trying to stop the flow of tears.

Giving herself time to get a handle on her emotions, Miranda stepped into the kitchen wearing her usual mask. Everyone looked towards her and she shrugged nonchalantly. "I need to say my goodbyes." Her voice was hoarse and each, in their own way, knew from that slight husk, Miranda was struggling.

Carla stood up and stepped towards the editor. "Tienes un alma hermosa, Miranda. Te deseo toda la felicidad."

Miranda snorted and grinned ruefully. "You realise I do not understand what you said."

Carla smiled back. "Beautiful soul, be happy."

Valentino and Emily looked at each other in disbelief, both were shocked at the display as Matias stepped beside his wide and pulled Miranda into a gentle hug, kissing both her cheeks. "You are welcome here anytime, and your daughters." He smiled softly. "It has been a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you," Miranda whispered.

Sofia made her way forward and smiled nervously. "When Andy told me about you, she lit up and I couldn't see why, but having met you I cannot see how she could not. May I give you a hug goodbye?" Miranda nodded and Sofia smiled as she stepped towards the older woman and pulled her into a hug. "It's been an experience," Sofia muttered cheekily, causing Miranda to chuckle. "I take it Andy's packing?" She asked as she stepped away.

"No, she is staying. I will not cause her shortening her time here." Miranda explained quietly. Jill blew out an exasperated breath and Miranda looked over at her, eyebrow raised. "You have something you wish to say, Jillian?"

"Did you ask Andy if she wanted to stay?" Jill asked.

Miranda bit her lip. "No, she offered but..."

"So you are just going to walk away." Jill hissed.

"Jilly, enough." Andy's voice came from the doorway, the fact she'd been crying was obvious. Valentino looked down and sipped the coffee while Emily looked away pointedly. Matias led Carla away, and they sat at the table.

"But Andy. I know you want to go home." Jill stated.

"How? Did you ask me?" Andy asked.

Jill looked down. "No." She breathed. "I'm sorry for assuming." She muttered.

Isaac's voice piped up from behind Andy. "Mwanda say bye-bye to Zaccy."

Miranda spun around and knelt on the floor as Isaac charged forward wrapping his arms around her neck and burying himself in her neck. She gasped as a kiss was planted on her cheek. "Goodbye, Isaac. Will you promise me one thing, dear heart?" Isaac leaned back and searched Miranda's eyes before nodding enthusiastically. "Look for the magic inside you."

"Zaccy pwomise. I wanna see the dwagon wings." Isaac said.

"Good boy." Miranda smiled at the little boy and ran her hand through his hair. "Now, take care of your Dandy for me, I trust no one else."

"'Kay Mwanda." He let go of the older woman and stood beside Andy. He placed his hand on Andy's and gave it a squeeze as he looked up at her.

Andy looked down at him and gave him a gentle smile. "Go sit down, champ, Your lunch will be ready soon."

"And then we go climb a mountain?" Isaac asked.

"Yes, champ. once you've had lunch, me, you and mommy will go climb that mountain." Isaac let go of her hand and ran towards Sofia, who scooped him up and walked him to the table, sitting him next to the fashion designer.

Miranda turned and nodded once to Valentino. "Are you ready, Valentino?"

"Sì, naturalmente." He stood gracefully and nodded to everyone. "Thank you for your hospitality." He offered everyone one of his bright smiles before gesturing for Emily and stepping towards the editor. "We shall wait in the car." As he passed Andy, he gave her a piercing look. "Miranda tells me you looked stunning in my dress. I am glad. Your beauty can only enhance my designs, Andy."

Andy blushed and grinned sheepishly. "Thank you. It was beautiful."

Valentino winked at her. "I may have had my final Paris week, but I will continue to design for my friends, you will wear something of mine again, Andy, that I promise, and hopefully I will see you bringing my design to life." He continued from the room, with Emily hobbling quickly after him. Both stepped out into the late morning sun.

Miranda clutched Andy's hand. "Will you see me out?" She wanted the last few moments in Santiago to be with the brunette and she doubted if she'd done the right thing by telling her to stay.

Andy nodded and led the older woman by the hand through the foyer towards the front entrance. Stopping she spun around and again pulled Miranda close. "I'll miss you." She husked.

"I shall miss you too," Miranda muttered. "Thank you for giving me this chance to make things right, my darling. I'm sorry..."

"Hey, no apologies. Phone me when you land, let me know Cass is okay. I'll worry otherwise." Andy stated. Miranda's lips crashed into Andy's desperately and she ran her hands up Andy's jaw.

To Andy, it seemed like Miranda was saying a forever goodbye with that kiss. And she hoped the sense of foreboding was in her own mind and was not a sign of serious portent. She broke the kiss gently, trailing her lips up Miranda's jaw and across her forehead. She kissed the editor's delicate eyelids and the bump on the bridge of Miranda's nose. With a final sigh, she caught Miranda's lips in a chaste kiss. "This is not goodbye, Miranda."

"No?" Miranda queried.

"No." Andy offered Miranda a bright smile, but there was sadness in her eyes. "This is just a see you later."

Miranda swallowed and nodded. "Acceptable."

Andy led her quietly to the front door and opened it. Stepping out, they walked hand in hand to the car and she held the door open for the older woman to climb in. Miranda slid into the seat gracefully and made to close the door, but found it held in Andy's firm grip. Raising her eyes she saw Andy's frown. "My t-shirt?" Andy queried.

Miranda couldn't help the wide smile. "In my luggage." She winked at Andy. "It will ensure your return to New York, after all, it is your favourite." She watched as Andy's frown turned into a smile. Andy shook her head as she closed the door, and Miranda wound down the window and blew her a kiss. Standing back Andy watched as the car pulled away.

In the car, Miranda pulled her purse onto her lap and looked down into it. Folded neatly on top of her usual items was Andy's red t-shirt. She was about to hand it back, but fear that this was just five days of fleeting madness had her wanting to keep it, a final memory of the beautiful young woman who held her heart. Pulling her sunglasses on she looked out at the traffic and swore she would keep the memory of these days alive for the rest of her life even if Andy did not return to her.

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They reached Cerro Santa Lucía, and its main entrance, on the side of Alameda, was a beautiful neo-classical building dating from 1903, with an imposing staircase and a water fountain with a large sculpture of Neptune.

She began the climb up the 230-foot hill of Cerro Santa Lucia with Isaac on her back and her sister by her side, trailing up a web of trails and steep stone stairs leading them through terraces, past an observatory and stumbling across surprise statues, scattered chapels and hidden gardens that offered an array of colour. They saw objects that spoke of the history of the country, ancient cannons and monuments of different characters.

Her heart ached for Miranda and she reflected on the time they had spent together. Jill, for once, knew to keep quiet, only remarking occasionally about their luck with the weather, the vibe of the city and the sights they captured as they climbed. Jill held Andy's camera and snapped photos.

As they reached the summit, and the Torre Mirador, Andy gasped at the sight, the tower offered them a reward for their climb, with breathtaking 360 degree panoramic views of the city which seemed to be an endless maze of towering apartment blocks, delicate church spires and colourful residential areas, the Andes mountains sat majestically in the distance. The only thing that could rival such a view was those she'd experienced at San Christobàl. Sofia had explained the tradition and peculiarity of Cerro Santa Lucía, every day, at precisely 12 noon, a cannon was fired. A tradition that had existed for over 100 years.

She wished Miranda was here. The park offered a surprising level of tranquillity in what was a bustling city. It was filled with gardens, flowers and waterfalls. Her every thought was of the older woman and her heart clenched. She would be in the air by now, on Valentino's jet, making her way, with Emily, to resume her life. Would the older woman drop that mask back into place? Would Miranda forget the beautiful moments they had shared? Andy swallowed a lump in her throat as Jill led them down from the Torre Mirador to some shade under wide trees and unpacked a picnic blanket and some water. "Sit Dandy."

Jill's voice startled her from her thoughts and she pulled Isaac off her back and set him on his feet, she walked him to the blanket and sat down, pulling him between her legs. His cheeks were rosy, and he looked around, his bright eyes following the people around them talking in various languages. He nuzzled into her chest and closed his eyes as Andy stroked his hair. He'd had a busy few days and Andy knew a small nap was needed to stave off a tantrum.

As Isaac settled against her, she looked across into her sister's eyes She saw the questions there and sighed. "Just ask me whatever it is you want to know, Jillybean."

"I heard your words to Dad yesterday, so why did you let her walk away without a fight?" Jill's questioning always made her feel like she was being cross-examined.

Andy frowned. "She said she did not wish me to cut my time with you and Isaac short for her." Andy frowned. "But part of me thinks she is giving me time to think and to walk away again."

"And will you?" Jill asked.

"No, I couldn't, not now," Andy whispered.

"Wow, is the sex that good?" Jill's tone was teasing.

"No, Jesus Jillian. I...we...I am not discussing that with you." Andy was embarrassed, and she was blushing furiously.

"You haven't..." Jill was amazed. "...I mean...I thought with being away on Saturday...And you seemed so close last night..." She shook her head. If she and Andy hadn't planned the afternoon, she would have put Isaac down for a nap and dragged Sofia off to their room for an afternoon in bed.

"We weren't ready," Andy muttered. "But I don't know if waiting was a mistake." Andy's head dropped. "What if this was just a minor indulgence for her?"

Jill snorted inelegantly. "Miranda does not seem the sort to have minor indulgences. You've said it yourself, multiple times, she plans for every contingency. She's not exactly spontaneous. Think about this logically."

"I'm trying, but..." Andy was interrupted by Jill's hand on her knee.

"Do not let the person, whose soul calls to yours, go. Do not give up on that kind of love, Dandy."

"How do you know it's that kind of love?" Andy was curious.

Jill smiled at her little sister. "Serena said something that resonated last night. She said you and Miranda gravitate towards each other, like two ends of a magnet. I watched it, to see how true it was Dandy. You are so alike and yet so different."

"Before I walked away in Paris, Miranda told me she saw a lot of herself in me." Andy shrugged. "Maybe that's what she likes."

"And what if is everything that's different that appeals to her?" Jill was playing Devil's advocate.

"Then I would be even more amazed by her than I already am," Andy muttered.

"And if you could do one thing what would it be?" Jill asked softly.

"I'd hug her with the intention of never letting her go," Andy admitted.

"Do not resist the sheer force that is love," Jill spoke emphatically, hoping her little sister would see sense.

"Is that why you came after Sofia?" Andy questioned. If Jill thought she was getting away with not telling her, after everything, she had another thing coming.

"Yes. When I saw the login from Charles De Gaulle, I was angry. Sofia had just walked away and..." Jill sighed. "...I was upset. I ran into Doug at Eden Park and he told me about Nate moving to Boston, Lily being angry at you, and him avoiding you. I gave him a piece of my mind." She grinned a little as Andy giggled. "I'd never told you about Sof, I wanted to, to have someone to confide in, but I was scared. When it first started you were anxious about your final year of college, you were planning on telling the 'rents about moving to New York. I didn't want to give you added stress, and a little part of me thought you'd judge me. Time passed, you got the job at Runway, and often seemed totally out of your depth. Then you spoke honestly about the feelings you were developing for Miranda. And once again I thought of telling you, but by then I didn't know how to broach it after all that time."

"So what prompted this? It's a big change and you aren't usually so spontaneous." Andy asked the question.

"I kept thinking about our conversation the weeks before Paris." Jill caught her eye. "I remembered you saying what you felt might be an impossible dream but you couldn't help but believe it could be a reality. You would not give up because you had somehow fallen in love with her, she made your heart soar. But then the night before Paris you left me that voicemail, you'd argued with Lily and Nate. You said you had nothing to offer a woman like Miranda and your feelings were hopeless. I knew the feeling, I felt that way about Sofia and in my fear I pushed her away. I watched Sofia's heart splinter. I let her walk away and returned home to my husband. But he wasn't there, I barely saw Evan for days, so I surprised him at the office, to lure him away from his work with dinner. I found him with his assistant Tina. As I mentioned yesterday he had her bent over his desk. Since Isaac, I can count on one hand the number of times..." She faltered. "...And not since I realised I was in love with Sofia." Jill looked down. "I arranged things with Evan so the divorce will happen. He has given up his rights as Isaac's father, he never wanted him, the pregnancy was an unexpected complication."

"I won't tell you I told you so..." Andy sniggered.

"But you told me so." Jill raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Once I'd thrashed out initial details with Evan, I finally checked Facebook again, only to find you missing from my profile. I had followed the Runway page on Facebook and saw the photos they posted of Paris Fashion Week. I noticed the way Miranda gazed at you, it was soft and her eyes held affection. Something I didn't expect to see, it gave me the flicker of hope you were wrong. I then ran into Sasha, you used to be on the debate team with her at High School. Over coffee, she showed me the most recent photos and the Tumblr blogs that had been trending. I was amazed when I saw you with Sofia, but it was like being punched in the chest." Jill looked embarrassed. "I booked a flight and packed. I left mom and dad a note telling them I quit. I explained I would get a divorce from Evan, and that I was joining you in Chile." Jill bit her lip. "I wrote to Miranda."

"I know, she told me," Andy stated. Jill looked up surprised, then shrugged.

I told her where you were, knowing she'd gotten her new Ahn-drey-ah to call and email mom and dad to find you. I told her if she asked you to come home you would be on the first flight to New York, what I did not account for, was Miranda coming here for you. She is a proud woman, Dandy. It is unlikely she will tell you how much she needs you."

"What should I do. sis?" Andy asked.

"Go home, Andy. Sofia, Zaccy and I will be here if you need us. Come for holidays, fuck it, grab that infuriating woman and her imps and move here permanently if that's what you want. Go get that woman and never let her go." Jill told her. "Don't be the stupid one, Dandy. Do you remember what Grams used to tell us?"

"With brave wings, she flies," Andy whispered. Catching her sister's gentle green eyes she smiled. "I applied for four jobs, small newspapers but I need to start somewhere. I will stay another day or two. I'll speak to Nigel about getting a ride back to New York with them."

"Little Sis. When you get to New York, I have one piece of advice for you." Jill grinned knowing her next words would shock her sister. "Take that woman to bed, make love to her and make sure she never doubts your feelings," Jill smirked as Andy blushed bright red.

"Oh God, Jillybean. Will you stop with the sex talk, I'm not fourteen anymore." Andy growled.

"Maybe not, but you still blush like you are." Jill laughed as Andy shredded grass and threw it at her, unable to stop her own laughter.

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