Summary Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can't seem to get laid. The witch is getting pissed.

Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I make no money from them and Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.

A/N: This one is going out with a massive shout out to Kristan over on the DWP - Mirandy page on Facebook.

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After enjoying a quick lunch with Miranda, Rachel and the twins, Andy insisted on returning to her apartment to gather some clothes for the dinner Rachel had advised her Miranda had organised. She felt Miranda's eyes on her as she hailed a cab and when it pulled away she sensed the older woman's worry.

Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the back of the seat behind her and reflected on the last 24 hours from the date from Hell to the moments shared with Miranda and the events of the morning, where she was loved thoroughly. She had believed there was not one thing that could spoil the day, but she had been wrong.

If Andy was totally honest with herself, she needed the space to reflect on all the changes. There was the possibility she had blood relatives, people she was not sure she wished to claim as her own. She also had Miranda and the twins, it would break her to lose them. And there was the hope of a child.

A block from her apartment, she spotted a pharmacy and for called the cabbie to stop. Throwing him a twenty dollar note, she escaped the smelly cab and rushed into the pharmacy, searching for the aisle holding the pregnancy tests. Picking up three Early Response kits, she decided she would keep them on hand and test in a week or so. Until then, she would ignore all the comments about a potential child, she would not allow herself to get her hopes up only to end up disappointed.

Paying the cashier, she caught his knowing smirk when he noticed the bare ring finger and she couldn't stop herself from flipping him the bird as she turned away to make her way out. She wasn't overly concerned about his opinion, knowing if she was lucky enough to be pregnant Miranda would stand by her. Hell, if she wasn't they could work towards using a donor, but certainly not Koba's if they were as closely related as his mother believed.

Entering her silent apartment ten minutes later, Andy found the lack of life displeasing. With no Shiro demanding affection, the place seemed empty. She stepped to a small docking station and set her iPhone to charge while filling the space with her favourite playlist. She hummed along to Sia's Alive as she moved quickly to grab a dress off her rack. She grinned at the choice, a red knee-length Contrast Stitch, Ruffle Hem Mini-dress by Valentino. It had been a gift off Serena, Emily and Nigel a few months before.

She gathered other items, shoes and underwear and put them at the end of her bed ready to place in her small suitcase.

As Andy pulled her suitcase down from the shelf at the top of her closet, she knocked some documents flying and frowned. They were things she'd put aside when clearing her adopted parent's house. She had never wanted to revisit them as they reminded her of the moment she found out why she did not quite fit in with her family.

7 years before:

"Mom, dad? What's all this?" Andy saw the newspaper clippings and legal documents sorted into small piles on the kitchen table. "Do you have a case on?"

Home from Northwestern for the weekend, to celebrate her 21st birthday, she had expected coffee and waffles with her birthday wishes. It had become a tradition of sorts since her thirteenth birthday when she was allowed to drink her first cup of Java. The mess of legal stuff was unusual, her parents were usually good at keeping their work contained in their study.

"No, not a case. Sit down, honey." Her mom, Elizabeth's voice was warm and gentle. "We have some things to discuss before lunch with Nate, Lily and Doug." Andy shrugged and sat down while her dad, Richard, set a mug of coffee beside her elbow and pushed a stack of newspapers in front of her. Andy glanced down and saw the yellowed pages of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland's daily newspaper. She noticed it was the edition from the day after her birth. Picking up the newspaper she read the headline and gasped.

How Could She? Newborn baby found abandoned.

She read quickly, her eyes skipping over the words. The article outlined the story of a baby girl found abandoned behind a waste bin outside the University Hospital of Cleveland in the early hours of the previous morning. Andrea - as the baby had been named by her temporary carers - was found, her lips blue from the cold, in a cardboard box just outside of the entrance.

The article spoke of the fact the hospital had been inundated with calls from locals wishing to provide clothing and other things for the baby girl. There had been inquiries about the possible adoption of the child but it was likely Andrea would be put into foster care if the mother had not been found when the infant was ready to be discharged.

The author of the article went on to claim the abandonment was a despicable act, vilifying the woman, the mother, who had casually left her baby to brave the elements. The hospital administration was silent on the matter. There was no mention of possible reasons for leaving her that would show the woman she would be supported, there was no understanding.

Andy felt the tears welling in her eyes and looked up at her parents. She saw their sadness. "It doesn't change anything, Andy. You still belong with us." Richard stated firmly.

"It changes everything." Andy hissed. "If it changed nothing, why tell me at all?"

Richard glanced at his wife and frowned. "Because there is the possibility your mother is alive and one day she may come looking for you." Elizabeth shifted in her seat nervously.

"Well, if she ever turns up, she can just go fuck herself." Andy hissed.

"Language," Richard growled. He hated it when either of his children cussed, it was unbecoming of a young lady.

Standing from the table, Andy swept the clipping and her adoption paperwork to the floor and glared at her parents. "Why me?"

"What do you mean, honey?" Elizabeth asked, pulling her fingers in his agitation, a habit she'd picked up from her mom.

"Out of all the children in the foster care system, why me?" Andy asked.

Elizabeth sighed and grabbed Andy's arm, pulling Andy into the family room and sat her down on the wide comfortable couch they had spent many times cuddled up on as a family. Tucking Andy's head into her neck, she explained that she and Richard had become her foster carers upon her discharge from the hospital. They had fallen in love with her. As a baby, she had the sweetest temperament and her easy smile blossomed as she grew. Upon realising her mother was not coming forward for her, they started the adoption process.

"It was the happiest day of my life when you became our daughter, Andy. I will never have a single regret, my beautiful girl." Elizabeth's words lightened her heart and she beamed her brightest smile up at her mother.

Andy sat crossed legged and sorted the paperwork, ignoring the words in the articles and the array of legal terms on the other paperwork. She focussed on her good memories.

She was grateful to the Sachs, they loved her, of that she was certain, and although she was the polar opposite of her sister, Jillian, her parents never treated her any differently.

It was finding out she'd been adopted that changed things. Everything she thought she knew about herself had been shattered. It changed her. She would never know the reasons she had been left behind. She had never looked upon someone and seen the familiarity of her own features in someone else's face.

The buzzer from the front door caught her attention and broke her from her memories. Glancing down at her watch, Andy realised she had been sat far longer than she had thought. Moving quickly, she hissed as pins and needles moved down her feet. Bouncing on her feet she pressed her intercom. "Yes?"

"My darling, will you let me up?" Miranda's voice brought a smile to her face and she pushed the door release and opened the apartment door.

Leaning against her wall, she rotated her ankles and flexed her toes. Looking up, she caught Miranda's blue eyes as she stepped from the elevator. "Miranda, what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stay away." Miranda pushed herself into her arms and Andy was stunned to find herself wrapped up in Miranda's scent. It felt like home. "I had a feeling I was needed, so here I am." Andy experienced an immense hope for her future.

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Unable to resist, Miranda snared Andréa's lips in a gentle kiss and pushed her back into the apartment. "You have been gone quite a while..." She stated against her lips. "... And my parents are already driving me insane."

"That's what parents do, sweetheart, even when you're fifty." Andréa laughed and pulled Miranda further into the apartment and sat her down on the couch. "You know you're lucky, right?"

Miranda huffed and saw the flash of hurt. She backtracked quickly. "I know. It's just..." She shrugged. "...I am not ungrateful, I just don't quite fit in, and I never have. My mother often makes me feel like an unruly child. She had the audacity to tell me to remove the stick from my backside."

Andréa's laughter was like music, and Miranda was stunned at the blaze of contentment and warmth it aroused within her. "I like your mom." She continued to giggle. "I wish I'd heard her say that." Andréa giggled. "I bet it's something, watching you being put back in your place."

"The absolute cheek," Miranda smirked, secretly amused. "You'll no doubt hear some things at dinner that will surprise you. I don't know if my mother mentioned, but two of my brothers will be joining us. Asher lives in L.A, he has a house in Beverly Hills and Levi lives in Manchester."

"Manchester? Which one? Nova Scotia, New York or England?" Andréa sassed.

"Smart arse." Miranda mock glared. "Northern England, he met a young man on a night out while studying at the university and the rest is history. They have been together well over 30 years and were married back in 2013."

"So Levi is gay?" Andréa queried.

"Mm, yes. My parents were always quite accepting, even in the '70s when many alternative lifestyles were frowned upon." Miranda sighed. "My parents will no doubt bombard you with questions, and embarrass me greatly with tales of my childhood." She smiled softly. "I told you about growing up. As the only girl, I was kept close, while my brother's had far more freedom. My parents concentrated on my magical education at home, in many ways to the detriment of my regular education and frankly, I rebelled once I married Koba. He was my light, in many ways he still is." She admitted.

"What happens if Koba is my uncle? It theoretically makes us related, through your marriage to Koba anyway." Andréa asked.

"I had been married to Koba for five years and we were living in Paris when Ioane passed away. Koba was devastated as they were extraordinarily close, as close as they could be while living on separate continents." Miranda explained. "Ioane was twenty-four when he died. He was quite the fierce warlock. The focus of his magical studies was regarding magical influences throughout the ages. He worked closely with my father for a time. They shared an interest in fairy magic."

"Fairy magic?" Miranda saw the surprise in Andréa's eyes.

Miranda nodded. "I do not know much but perhaps my father would be able to answer any questions you have. I'm sure my father's work for the elders throughout the years taught him much about your kind. He used to tell me stories, and I passed them onto the twins."

"The halo of wings?" Andréa's whispered query had her biting her lip.

"That was just one tale." Miranda swallowed. "There are other tales too. If you are interested, I am happy to tell you what I know of Ioane."

"Really?" Andréa seemed honestly stunned by the offer but there was a spark of interest in her eyes.

Miranda nodded quickly. "Perhaps a drink while we talk, mm?" She watched as Andréa jumped up and stalked to the kitchenette, setting up her coffee maker efficiently. She studied the graceful movements of the younger woman, who seemed oblivious to her watchful gaze. Spying the bag from the pharmacy, she took a sneak peek at the contents and smirked.

Within a few minutes, Andréa had returned, placing a mug of coffee on the table in front of them. She sat down and glanced at her expectantly as she held her own mug between her hands.

Miranda leaned forward and took the mug in her hands. She sipped at the searing hot coffee and sighed in pleasure. Casting her mind back, she recollected the young man she once knew. "Like with Koba and me, a promise of marriage was made at his birth between the Sabauri's and another family, the only child of a French Witch and Warlock, Jacqueline. But he would not return to Europe after College, refusing to marry someone he knew he would never love." She sighed at the surprise in Andréa's eyes. "Yes, Jacqueline Follett is also a witch, not a particularly talented one either. Her blatant mediocrity has been prevalent throughout her life and for some reason, she wishes to compete with me."

Andréa's laughter was loud and Miranda was pleased. "Oh my life, surely after all this time she realises there's no competition?"

"Mm, you would think so, but no. She was always quite dense." Miranda smirked. "Ioane was really quite ridiculously smart, he studied Anthropology at Case Western Reserve, completing his combined Bachelor and Master of Arts. He was as handsome, if not more so than Koba, with green eyes and dark hair. It was not quite as dark or lustrous as yours, but he was not quite as fair as Koba." Miranda closed her eyes against the memories." He had a loud laugh and he smiled often." Miranda smiled softly. "As children, we spent much time together. Admittedly, due to him being four years younger than Koba and I, I looked down upon him." She looked up to see Andréa's soft smile. "He infuriated me often, taking delight in mercilessly teasing me. He was puckish and mischievous, a trait my twins have from him, I'm sure. But he was also innately kind and generous." Miranda stalled as she realised she was highlighting similarities between Ioane and Andréa.

"In those early years of marriage, both Koba and I struggled to adjust. He knew of Koba's struggle with his sexuality and I was having some difficulty controlling my magic. With his knowledge of our difficulties, he maintained he would be the one to have children first. He knew I was holding off from becoming a mother as I concentrated on my career in fashion, having found my niche in the world. Ioane however, always said he wanted a large family and from what I understand he was quite the success with the ladies."

"He sounds like he was someone I wish I could have known," Andréa stated softly.

"If you were his child there is no way you would have been abandoned. He would have adored you." Miranda wanted to offer some reassurance.

"From what you know of me, and of Ioane, do you think I could be his child?" Andréa asked hesitantly.

"It is possible. Natela was correct, you have a similar shaped jawline and smile and upon talking of him I can see some personality traits and mannerisms that may have come from him." Miranda was honest. "If for whatever reason it is true, and I'm sure it would be easy to find out from a DNA testing, it would mean we would be unable to use Koba, you know, if..."

"Yeah, I already thought of that," Andréa whispered. "I bought some tests but..."

"I saw them." Miranda interrupted. "I did not mean to pry but they were on the table. As always, you are nothing, if not thorough." Miranda licked her lips and sipped the dregs of her coffee and set the mug down. "Would you wait for me to be there? I mean...well...before you take the test."

"Of course, Miranda," Andréa stated as she moved closer. "Are you sure you still want this? You know, this is a colossal fucking mess and..."

"Language, my darling. Please." Miranda smiled softly to take the sting from her admonishment. "Do you know what a bashert is?"

"No," Andréa's whispered admission had Miranda's smile widening.

"It is an old Jewish word meaning a person's soulmate, a predestined partner." Miranda swallowed. "Your magic calls to mine and magic is part of someone's soul. My mother is my father's bashert, Adrian, Levi's husband, is his. I believe Nigel may be Koba's, although it is not easy to spot when the bond is with a Magnonic. I can honestly say I have never felt the way I feel when I am with you with any other person, Andréa. Not Koba and certainly not Stephen. It is as simple and as complex as that."

"Wow." Andréa's eyes lit up with a light Miranda had never experienced. They blazed with love and deep happiness.

Miranda took the mug of coffee from Andréa's hands and entwined their fingers, watching the sparks of their magic weave between their hands. "I may have realised sooner had I ever touched you, but there are a few cardinal rules at Runway..."

"Do not touch Miranda." Andréa grinned and looked up into her eyes. "That was one of the first things Emily told me."

"Yes, I have never been comfortable in having my personal space breached. But you are different in every way." Miranda scooted closer and ran her free hand through Andréa's curls, frowning as her fingers became entangled and she struggled to free them. "Which is why I allowed you certain liberties no-one else ever had. Like travelling in elevators with me."

Andréa grinned and placing a light kiss on the hand that was holding her own, she sighed happily. "You are something else, Miranda." She whispered happily.

"And you need to brush that nest, my word Andréa, I think I am a little stuck." Miranda teased, scratching her scalp.

The brunette's happy laughter filled the small space and she couldn't help but laugh along with her as Andréa raised her own hands and freed her hair from her fingers gently before pulling both her hands to her chest and leaning in to deliver a sweet kiss. "Give me a minute and I will make myself presentable for you and finish getting my things together." Letting go, Andréa jumped up and moved quickly to the bathroom.

Miranda stood and taking both mugs rinsed them and set them beside the sink. Humming along to Rihanna's Diamonds she walked into Andréa's bedroom and saw the trail of destruction she had left in her wake. Taking the small suitcase, she placed the items from the bed into it, before locating the garment bag and folding it carefully into the case.

She contemplated all they had discussed and everything she still wished to say. For now, if they got through dinner with her family, she believed they could get through anything. Miranda swore to herself she would not hold back, knowing if this was what the future entailed, she knew she wanted the future to start right away.

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