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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Andy had decided she would spend her last day in Santiago with family, but upon waking up she found Jill had taken Isaac out with Carla and Matias, leaving her and Sofia alone. Chatting over coffee, they decided to take a day trip, with Sofia organising everything only telling Andy she would need her bathing suit. She would not say where they were going.

They set off in Carla's car and barely spoke as they sipped coffee from travel mugs. They headed southeast away from the city on a winding road that ran alongside the Maipo River. As the car climbed uphill Sofia spoke quietly. "Do you believe Jill wants to be here?"

Andy mused on the question. "Jill is stubborn, and sometimes a little insensitive and opinionated but she will only do what she wants. She is here, Sof, for you. She knows she could make a good life with you, a life filled with love and laughter. You may even get her to lighten up a little." Andy turned slightly in her seat to study the woman. "Are you pleased she is here?"

"I love her. But more than anything else, I want her to be happy. Sometimes it is hard to tell." Sofia stated.

"She is lucky to have you. Jill and I were always very different. She can be guarded and insecure but she loves fiercely, and she loves you, Sof. Of that I am certain. The other day, when we went to Cerro Santa Lucía, her mind was on you. She wished you were there or she could be with you here. You bring her a peace I've never witnessed."

"Miranda reminds me very much of Jill, they are of a similar disposition," Sofia stated, smirking. "It is probably why you handle them both well."

Andy laughed. "Jill's harder to handle than Miranda." She turned serious. "You seemed upset yesterday, and it concerned me."

"She said she doesn't know if she wants to stay in Chile. She wants me to go back to the States with her." Sofia admitted.

"Then she is a bigger idiot than I thought," Andy muttered. "If it was me, if you were Miranda, I would stay and build a life away from all the crap. We have a family who does Not accept us, we need to be where we can create the family we want."

Both women turned silent and considered their futures. Andy recognised hers was in New York. Sofia hoped she could convince Jill to stay.

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The car continued to climb the Andes to the valley of Cajón del Maipo. Andy wound down the window and captured photographs of the breathtaking sights as they travelled.

She admired the lush vineyards and orchards they passed and wanted to stop at every roadside stall selling homemade goods, closing her eyes she relaxed as the breeze from the open windows swept around her. When she opened them, it amazed her to find herself amid barren mountainsides and jagged snow-drizzled peaks.

They reached Embalse El Yeso Reservoir and Sofia brought the car to a standstill. Setting out on foot they explored the area. Sofia explained the Reservoir was formed by the damming of Yeso River, making it a major reserve for Santiago's fresh water. They took in the amazing scenic views and Sofia took photos of Andy surrounded by the stunning vistas. The turquoise waters of the reservoir were a stark contrast to the snow-capped peaks of the Andes Mountains around them and they struggled to capture the contrast. Andy glimpsed condors, foxes, eagles, and other local wildlife and her joy had Sofia relaxing.

Sofia lay out a picnic of fruits, cheeses, and sandwiches, and they ate within view of the reservoir, enjoying the peace of each other's company. They found there wasn't the need for conversation, but they still used the time to get to know one another better. They had much more in common than they imagined.

Back in the car, they continued along the mountain road to San José de Maipo. They walked through the picturesque main square lined with tiny shops and cafes and explored the central plaza and shopped for souvenirs made by local artisans. They both enjoyed its laid-back atmosphere and Sofia taught her about the town's history and adobe-style architecture. They stopped off for empanadas and coffee when Andy stated she was tired and hungry. Sofia laughed and told her their day was nowhere near over.

Continuing their journey they arrived at the Colina Hot Springs and took a short walk across uneven terrain to arrive at the thermal hot springs. They stripped quickly down to their bathers and entered the hot water to soak their aches and pains away while marvelling at the alpine landscape and breathing in the brisk mountain air.

Andy closed her eyes and planned the conversation she wanted to have with Jillian upon their return to Bellavista. "What do you want from your future, Sof?" Andy asked softly.

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They were silent on their return to the hostel and Sofia searched for Jill and Isaac as Andy set up camp on the shared PC. She pulled the photographs off her camera and fired off an email to Caroline, Cassidy and Miranda before opening Google and searching.

Her main plan was to show Jill that staying in Santiago would not be a mistake. Reading quickly she learned Chile had the most advanced medical care in Latin America, with a good public healthcare system. The country also has a good reputation for practising successful preventative medicine. Chile was also one of the easiest places in the world to start a business. The economy was stable and low crime rates helped classify it as one of the most "advanced" developing countries in the world.

"What you doing Dandy?" Jill's voice carried across the room.

"Just researching," Andy stated turning to catch her older sisters eyes. "You should stay in Santiago, and I hold all the information you need."

"How long did it take Sofia to tell you?" Jill spat furiously.

"Jillybean, don't you dare." Andy stood up and grabbed Jill's hand. She pulled her onto the sofa. Searching her sister's eyes she spoke. "Sof trusts me enough to talk to me, something you used to do, too." She saw the fear sparking her sister's eyes. "I understand moving to another place is daunting. Jeez, New York was like another country compared with Cinci. But you and Zaccy can make a good life here, with Sof, Matias and Carla."

"I appreciate that. But what about you, Brad, mom and dad? Aren't I doing you a disservice by running away?" Jill was teary-eyed.

"No, Jill. You would do yourself a disservice and Sofia too. Mom and Dad know where you are should they reconsider their attitude. I can't speak for Brad, but I want you happy. Sofia put her life on hold for almost a year after finishing her studies, trying to show you how much she wanted to be with you." Andy sighed. "She left because you gave her no other option, but she would need to come home, eventually. You cannot expect her to give up her life, the business she is building to start again in Ohio."

"What about my career?" Jill asked the one question Andy had the answers for.

"You haven't practised law since Isaac's birth. You were barely out of Law School when you found out you were pregnant. You cannot practice Chilean law on an American J.D, but you could study here and get the Chilean equivalent before beings granted permission by the Supreme Court to practice. It would take you five years and then you would need to do six months of pro-bono work for the state." Andy swallowed. "As a foreign lawyer, you can provide legal advice on international laws. You can work with local firms as a consultant or translator. You can make a difference here, Jill."

"And what of immigration. They won't let me stay." Jill muttered.

"It is easier for you to stay here than it would be for Sofia to gain residency in the U.S," Andy told her. "Anyone can apply for a temporary residency visa. It will permit you to work or study in Chile for up to one year. You must write a letter explaining the reasons for your application, it would be submitted with the rest of the documents and they can extend it for an additional year. But after two years you need to apply for permanent residency or leave the country. By that time, identify if staying here, if building a life with someone you truly love, is what you want." Andy pulled Jill into her arms. "Santiago is a good place to build a life, you will possess love and a family. I cannot stress the importance of that. You understand how strained things were between me and the parental unit. I have been alone for many years, but for you, it will be different. For you possess Sofia, who loves you more than the world, there is Carla and Matias, who will support and love you and Isaac as if you belonged to them, and you will still have me, Miranda and the twins. There will be a place with us in New York, should you ever need it? A continent apart does not make us any less of a family, Jill. What makes us family is being held close in one another's hearts, and no matter what the distance I carry you with me."

Jill snorted out a laugh, causing Andy to smile. "God, you are so fucking soppy, I do not understand what Miranda sees in you."

Andy grinned. "Neither do I, but someone's gotta love me."

"You realise I love you, right?" Jill blushed. She and Andy had always got on well, they had been each other's confidantes through adolescence, and although she wasn't always expressly demonstrative, she cared for her little sister.

"I know Jilly," Andy spoke softly. "But promise me, no more secrets." She pulled away from the hug. "And do not hurt Sof. She is a good person, and people like her are hard to find."

"There is only one other," Jill whispered. "I'll miss your face when you leave."

"Is that why you asked if it was a good idea to return so soon?" Andy's lips twitched as she saw Jill nodding. "You told me to go home, the day before." Andy clarified.

"Yeah," Jill breathed. "But then I realised how much I missed you, and..."

"And you got scared?" Andy asked. Jill nodded again. "Gimme a sec, do not move, Jill." Andy rushed from the room only to come clattering back a minute later. Sitting back down she handed Jill a small rectangular box. "I picked this up for you today." Andy smiled as Jill lifted the box open and saw the single silver angel wing on a chain. "I assumed you could do with the reminder," Andy told her softly. "Sofia has the other wing." Andy found her sister's arms wrapped around her and ran gentle hands in soothing circles on Jill's back as she whispered reassurances to her. Looking up she saw Sofia watching them and gestured her over. Untangling herself from Jill she handed her to the Chilean who took up where she left off, with reassurances of a future filled with love.

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The shoot was over but she had heard nothing from Andréa since the evening before and queries from Nigel had amounted to nought, leaving Miranda frustrated. Clicking through the house she checked her cell again and frowned. She had full signal and her battery was at 80%. Moving to the den she couldn't help the smile that formed when she saw her Bobbsey's. They had sprawled out on the wide leather sofa discussing Andréa's return and the plans they had to bring her further into their lives.

Sitting in her usual chair she pulled her Macbook onto her knee and opened her email client. She saw the flurry of messages and grinned to see Andy's name at the top of her unread messages

From: fine-and-dandy-andy
To: editor-at-runway
Subject: Today

Hi sweetheart,

I am so sorry for my lack of updates today. I woke up this morning to find that Jill had taken Isaac out with Carla and Matias, it left me and Sofia twiddling our thumbs until Sofia took me up the Andes mountains. It was great but guaranteed I was incommunicado. The photos attached will show some of the stunning sights I saw today, but at each step, I wished you were there with me. I missed you. I will send another email shortly. There are things I need to research and will fill you in when I learn more.

I love you, Miranda.

Yours always.

A x

As she read another email pinged.

From: fine-and-dandy-andy
To: editor-at-runway
Subject: RE: Today

I spent the early part of the evening doing research because Sofia told me that Jill wanted to return to the States.

I had a chat with her, and she's scared. Jill is not one to admit to such things but I understand her. She is not one to do things spontaneously, and I think her trip to Santiago has thrown her off balance. She is looking for a contingency plan and I provided her with a few, she can apply for temporary residency and work as a translator for legal firms, or she could study Chile's equivalent to the J.D. I guess she is considering my words, I hope so, for both her and Sofia's sake.

When I gave her a few gentle home truths, she called me soppy and told me she didn't understand what you saw in me. Shall I tell her it's my rocking bod in couture or my taste in music that caught your attention?

Here's a photo of me in the hot springs I visited today. I hope you like it.

I'll hopefully speak to you soon. I hope the girls are keeping you entertained and that both the Emily's are keeping the incompetence to a minimum.

I'll never tire of telling you this, I love you.

A x

Miranda smiled. Her Andréa could really do the impossible. She hit reply and worried her lip between her teeth as she typed.

From: editor-at-runway
To: fine-and-dandy-andy
Subject: RE: RE: Today

My darling,

I must admit to missing you too and I promise to never weary of hearing you tell me you love me or seeing it in writing.

As an F.Y.I, my girls are brainstorming ideas for your return. They may just kidnap you and keep you with us, a move I cannot say I am against. I must provide warnings. Please prepare yourself for the musical extravaganza's, the zoo, Coney Island and, oh dear God, they mentioned Disney World for our annual vacation. I hope I can trust you not to allow them to inflict Disney on me?

I adore the photo of you in the hot springs, you look very relaxed. We could really heat them up exponentially. Next time perhaps?

I took the day off today to settle Caroline and Cassidy at home, but they will definitely be back at school tomorrow. Cassidy is getting around on her crutches admirably. I am looking forward to Nigel and Serena's return. Each time I spoke to Emily today she has provided me at least one dramatic sigh and mutterings of 'I love my job.'

It will soon be time for supper and I promised the twins Indian food. Tomorrow's dinner will be one of Cara's healthy home-cooked dinners. For Friday night, depending on their father, it may be pizza from Nick's. I hope I get to speak with you tonight. I miss your voice.

I love you too, Andréa.

Yours always

M.P x

Miranda still wondered why the young woman had not told her of her impending return or job interview, but she was unwilling to spoil the surprise. Her Bobbsey's understood to act shocked when Andréa eventually arrived. Tomorrow would be a long day, but she had plans. She had secured Andréa's apartment key from her superintendent after she threatened to have Andréa break her lease. Cara would dust, change the sheets and stock the fridge on Miranda's request. She had been sure to include a pint of Triple Caramel Chunk, Mint Chocolate Chunk and her own favourite Coffee Coffee BuzzBuzzBuzz. Miranda had spoken to her friend Douglas, and he had agreed to say it was he who had stocked cleaned the apartment.

She thought back to her meeting with the young man that afternoon. Frankly, Douglas had seemed amazed when she wound down the window of the town car and offered him a ride home as he left his office. She watched him carefully as he straightened his loose tie and stepped around the car, sliding into the seat next to her.

"I need your help, Douglas," Miranda stated, refusing to beat around the bush with pleasantries. "Have you heard from Andréa since Monday?"

"Um, yes, she messaged me on Facebook, she sent me a Butthead meme." Douglas's words were stilted, but he saw Miranda's lips quirk in amusement.

"Did she tell you she was coming home on Friday?" Miranda asked.

"You aren't supposed to know." He screeched. Miranda winced as he sent her an apologetic look and rubbed the back of his neck. "She'll kill me if she thinks I've told you." He advised her carefully. "I've not always been as supportive as I should be."

"I am aware," Miranda spoke quietly. "But her renewed acceptance of you tells me that maybe I can also place my trust in you."

"So what do you need?" He asked. It was the first time he had been in close quarters to the editor, and her attitude with him left him stunned. There was no sign of her usual Dragon persona, in fact, she looked relaxed.

"I have the spare keys to Andréa's apartment. I want her to think you have stocked it, dusted and changed her bed linens." She smirked as his jaw dropped.

"You realise that will give me major brownie points?" He stated.

"I am sure I do not need them, plus I want to keep her surprise intact. I cannot, however, let her walk into that apartment after almost three weeks away and have her walk into a mess, so I have organised for my housekeeper to give it a little spring clean." Miranda explained.

Douglas was astounded if his guppy impression was anything to go by. "You'd do that for her?"

"I would have her come straight to the house if I was sure it was what she wanted. She will not be landing until around 8 pm tomorrow evening. I do not want her overly stressed before her interview on Friday." Miranda stated.

"Nate took almost everything from the apartment?" Douglas told her, hesitantly.

"Does she have a bed?" Miranda asked.

"Yes, but it's not the most comfortable," He told her.

"Good." She caught his eye. "It will be more reason for her to stay at the house with me and the twins." She pursed her lips. "I will have Cara and Roy organise for things she may require in the interim. I will not have her without home comforts."

"Um, well, he kind of took all the kitchenware and her stereo. It will piss her off. Thankfully, he did not touch her clothes. She would have gone to Boston chopped his hands off." Douglas's eyes held worry and fear, concerned he would soon experience the Devil.

"How do you know this?" Miranda seethed.

"Lily and I helped him move out. I argued with him about taking certain things, and he ignored me." Douglas looked shamefaced and Miranda was sorry for him. He needed to grow a backbone.

"Well, I always deemed the cook was an undeserving piece of shit," Miranda whispered.

Douglas chuckled. "You followed her to Chile." Miranda let out a non-committal hum but didn't dispute his statement. "I'm glad. She loves you. Somewhere along the line, around the time of the Met, she changed. She wouldn't hear a bad word said against you. I hope you realise how lucky you are? She is one of the most loyal people."

The car pulled to a standstill outside Douglas's apartment complex and Miranda eyed him curiously. "I hope you as loyal to her as she is to you, Douglas?"

"I made mistakes, I admit to that. I was not as understanding as I should have been. It will not happen again." Doug breathed.

"Acceptable. You should join us for dinner sometime. I'll invite Nigel, I believe it will thrill him to make your acquaintance." Miranda smirked. "And as for the brownie points you accrue, I will cash in on them eventually, Douglas."

"I wouldn't expect any different." Douglas laughed. "And I will keep any night open you wish to hold dinner." He slid from the car. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, Miranda. I look forward to seeing you again."

His warm smile, so reminiscent of that given to her by her Andréa, had her rolling her eyes at him. "You Midwesterners." She shook her head and smiled up at him. "Goodnight, Douglas."

Douglas grinned and offered a small wave as the car moved back into traffic. She appreciated Andréa would need Douglas's friendship and could see she would also come to enjoy the young man's company.

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Jill spoke to Sofia and they worked things out. Sofia came down from their talk with a large smile on her face and a hickey the size of a nickel on her collarbone. After much teasing from Andy, Sofia changed tops and things settled. Andy helped Carla prepare dinner for them and Carla asked Andy to extend the invite to the Runway conglomerate again. They quickly joined them for dinner.

There was a lot of laughter as the Pisco Sour, Cerveza and Borgoña flowed. Andy stayed away from the alcohol, assuming like she had the beginnings of the flu. She hoped she was just run down, really wanting to be at full health for her return to Miranda. She had been in Santiago for almost two weeks and she considered her lack of energy now the effects of the rich food and copious amounts of alcohol.

Looking up, she grinned as she listened to Nigel and Partick talking of the shoot the day before. Anne admitted to everyone that Miranda knew of Monique's poor behaviour and had enforced her image as the Devil in Prada by banishing the young woman from the shoot. She would never grace Runway U.S as long as Miranda was editor-in-chief. There was lots of laughter from Jill and Sofia as both Anne and Serena recounted Andy's tirade at the model word for word. When they said they did not believe them Anne showed them the video she'd captured. Isaac sat on Andy's lap, nestling in the circle of her arms until he fell asleep with his head resting in the crook of her neck.

Standing she gently cradled her nephew and walked from the living room and up the stairs. Placing him in his bed, in the room next to Sofia's, she sat by his side and watched him sleep, brushing his dark curls from his face. Her eyes fell closed, and she yawned. She would miss the little man but part of her was glad to be heading back to New York so she could get back to her boring life.

Smiling to herself, she realised that her New York life would be far from boring. She would have Miranda and the twins to keep her on her toes. She thought of the editor and wondered if she was making a mistake by not telling her she was coming home. She planned what she would do. She would wait until after her interview to reach out to the older woman, in the hope she would have good news about her future. She was concerned she would have nothing upon her return. She had paid the rent on the apartment, for the next two months, she had money from her inheritance, but she did not want to use it to support herself. She needed to earn her way in the world.

Hearing a noise from the doorway her eyes opened, and she smiled up at Sofia and Jill. Placing a finger over her lip she watched them come into the room quietly and bend to kiss Isaac goodnight.

As Jill straightened, she looked at Andy. "You look peaky, sis," Jill stated.

"I'm tired, Jilly," Andy whispered. "It's been a crazy few weeks."

"Come, we'll go out on the patio and talk." Sofia held her hand out for the brunette and Andy grinned as she grasped it and Sofia pulled her to her feet.

"What about the others?" Andy asked quietly.

"They left. You have been up here for a while." Jill smiled. "We assumed you had fallen asleep."

"Nigel said he will pick you up tomorrow at 9 am, the plane leaves at 10:30 am. " Sofia said as she led them down the stairs and through to the patio. Matias had lit the fire pit, and they sat around it, each deep in their own thoughts.

"What's on your mind, Andy?" Sofia asked.

"I'm just a little scared," Andy admitted. "I only had four days with Miranda, what if this ends up being a mistake? What if, say three months down the line, she says this isn't what she wants?"

"Andy, no," Jill stated. "You have had almost a year with Miranda, getting to know her, seeing behind that icy exterior to the woman behind the editor-in-chief. You fell in love, Andy. And believe it or not, she loves you. It is clear in every gaze she gives you." Sofia was nodding in agreement with Jill's words.

"Jill is right, mija." Sofia clarified. "Miranda showed much restraint with your father because she didn't want to stand in the way should you, one day, mend bridges, and yet she obliterated that Monique's New York career for offending you." Carla came out with mugs of hot chocolate for them. Offering a small smile and bidding them good night she re-entered the hostel. "Shall I tell you what I think?" Andy nodded and sipped her hot chocolate. "I think Miranda is just as frightened as you. But she has thrown her heart out into the world for the first time, hoping you will catch it. Just think of the courage that took."

"Have you spoken to her today?" Jill asked.

Andy shook her head. "We emailed, but she needed time to settle the twins in at home. I thought I'd call before bed."

"Good. Have you told her you're coming home yet?" Sofia asked.

"No." Andy grinned at Jill's look of disbelief.

"Oh God, Andy. She will eat you alive when you surprise her." Jill grinned across at her little sister as Andy blushed.

"Yeah, well, I can hope," Andy muttered. Jill and Sofia looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with amusement as Andy's words. Unable to stop themselves they burst into laughter as Andy pulled a cushion over her face, embarrassed they had heard her utterance. Launching the cushion at them, she struggled to stop her own laughter. "God, will you two behave?" Andy asked.

"Where's the fun in that, Andy?" Jill chuckled.

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The next morning passed in a blaze of noise and laughter as Carla and Matias went all out to make Andy's last morning unforgettable. She marvelled at the older couples ability to be so welcoming. She appreciated their kindness as they moved around her making sure she had enough to eat and drink.

Sitting beside her, Sofia clasped her hand where it rested on the wooden table. Looking into the Chileans eyes she saw the affection in them. "You have family here, mija," Sofia stated softly. "No matter which path your life takes, you will always have our love and support." Andy swallowed the lump forming in her throat. Unable to speak she nodded as Sofia swiped the single tear that escaped.

Jill spotted the gentle gesture and rolled her eyes. Sofia and Andy were so similar and it amazed her. In reality, she adored their gentle sides, their sensitivity and the ability they had to let their hearts guide them. It was a trait she wished she possessed. She understood she wasn't particularly emotional, and she often found it hard to express what was in her heart, but she believed wholeheartedly what she lacked would be balanced out by Sofia, the way it had always been by her little sister. More than anything, she wanted Sofia to feel secure in their relationship, realising she had made a huge mistake by pushing her away. It wasn't just that Evan had done what he had with his secretary, what she felt for Sofia left her feeling so much joy and awe she frequently found her feelings overwhelming her. She felt out of control. Jill swore to herself she would do what it took to make Sofia happy. Her agreement to stay in Chile was the first step. Isaac seemed happy, he didn't seem to ask about his father, he was coming to love Matias and Carla, and they seemed happy to have her special little man in their lives. Letting herself smile she watched her sister and girlfriend's interaction. They could have been sisters themselves.

Catching Andy's eye she offered a warm smile. "You realise I'll miss you, right?" Jill spoke softly.

"I'll miss you too, Jill, and my Zaccy too." Andy grinned as Isaac looked up from his breakfast at the mention of his name.

"Dandy will miss Zaccy?" He asked.

"Yeah, champ, but I will come to see you, mommy and Sof again," Andy told him, reassuringly. "And we can talk on the phone and Skype."

"Mwanda and her baby dwagons too?" Isaac asked.

"I'm sure Miranda and her babies would love to come to visit and to talk to you." Andy grinned. It amazed her that the child had taken such an instant liking to the editor.

"Good." He held his hands out to her, and she stood. Stepping around the table she pulled the little boy in her arms and he patted her cheek. "Zaccy love Dandy."

"I love you too, champ. Always and forever." Andy felt the tears forming and kissed Isaac's forehead before placing him back in his seat. "I'm just gonna..." She stepped quickly from the room.

Jill sighed at Sofia and her parent's look of confusion. "She hates goodbyes." She explained. "She cried for three days straight when she left Cinci for Stanford."

"Stanford?" Carla asked.

"Yes, she's the smartest one of the Sachs siblings, smarter than our parents too. She would have been an awesome lawyer, but she always follows her heart, you've got to admire that." Jill smiled as she stroked the pendant at her neck. "She'll be happier once she's in New York."

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Miranda was anxious, knowing Andréa and the Runway team would be in the air for the next ten hours. Unable to stop herself, she set Lauren a bunch of impossible tasks, having her hunt for items that would suit the brunette haunting her thoughts, from a list that Cara provided by text message upon finishing her spring clean of the Lower East Side apartment. The anxiety came from the realisation she didn't really know what Andréa liked, and she hoped, after some research, that her choices would suffice.

Pacing her office, the sound of Irv's voice coming from the outer office caught her attention. Emily's whispered refusal to allow him into her inner sanctum had her smirking. Stalking to the door she caught Irv's frown and gestured for him to follow, moving gracefully to sit behind her glass desk. "I think you will be pleasantly surprised by how well the shoot in Santiago went. It is a beautiful country."

As Irv situated himself opposite her eyebrow raised. "Did she come home with you?" His words shocked her.

"I do not understand what you mean, Irving," Miranda stated.

"Oh, come now. I have children only slightly older than your twins. I am sure you know of the 'MirAndy'; tag doing the rounds on Social Media, it has caused quite a stir with Public Relations and from what I gather, there has been a new tag trending since your return. People are asking; 'Where In The World Is The Future Mrs Priestly?'"

Miranda closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "She is on a plane home as we speak, Andréa meant it as a surprise, and has not told me."

Irv's smile was blinding. "Right, I will speak to H.R and have them source jobs and..."

"There is no need. She will have a job. She interviews at the Mirror tomorrow. I provided a recommendation." Miranda pursed her lips. To ensure no one could accuse her of favouritism, her recommendation had not exactly been glowing, but she understood Greg Hill would see through the words and she would get the job, her talent with the written word would speak for itself

Irv recognised the look, and he was shocked. He recognised Miranda had done something that might damage her relationship with the young woman. "What did you say?"

"It does not matter now. We will deal with it with sooner rather than later." Miranda brushed his concern away. Looking at him she could see the possibilities churning in his mind. The impact of her supposed cruelty.

"I really hope it doesn't come to bite you on the ass," Irv stated softly.

"Neither do I," Miranda whispered, turning her head away.

"Now tell me about Santiago. I am finding the idea of Chile fascinating." Irv leaned forward.

"Irving, what is this about?" Miranda asked.

"I thought..." Irv licked his lips. "...I would like us to start again, as friends." Miranda's eyebrow raised and disbelief shone in her eyes. "I spoke to my wife about you when you left for Chile. You know, she told me she's always known my feelings for you ran deeper than I would admit. I let it make me bitter, it has made my behaviour towards you extreme. I forgot that Diane makes me happy and I haven't always appreciated her in the way I should. You would never have made me happy." Miranda rolled her eyes and snorted. "We would have been formidable, but we would have been miserable. I want you to find that happiness, Miranda. James and Stephen, they did not bring that out of you."

"Friends?" Miranda queried.

"Why not?" Irv asked. "A wise woman pointed out I would be better off working with you than against you."

"I think you may have underestimated your wife, Irving," Miranda smirked as Irv chuckled. "We can try, I suppose. I don't know if I will trust you easily, but I am in agreement we should strive for an amicable working relationship."

"Well, all right then. Tell Andy if she needs a job, we'll find her an opening, somewhere." Irv stated. "And I'll ensure it's not Auto Universe." Standing he waved as he left the room followed by Miranda's low chuckle.

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Andy pretended to watch movies as everyone settled into the plane journey. Nigel and Patrick went over the photographs, detailing the small edits they would apply as Serena and Anne held court with the models, regaling them with tales of movie sets and Runway. As the hours rolled by her eyes fell closed and she relaxed in the knowledge, she was on her way home.

Daydreaming of Miranda was something she had done often, some of her fantasies had been explicit, but others, like the one she was now enjoying, were very gentle.

She stood at the stove making breakfast as Miranda sat at the breakfast bar, drinking coffee. They knew each other intimately, having been together years, and words were surplus to their needs. The sound of little feet came down the hall and joyful laughter caught her attention. As she turned a hot little body barrelled into her.

"Mama, up." She looked down to see her own smile greeting her, unruly dark curls and twinkling blue eyes topped the beautiful boy's face.

"Ethan, if you want Mama's pancakes you need to sit down." She grinned down at the small boy.

"Mama, up." He demanded again, his lower lip wobbling adorably.

As she scooped the boy into her arms, Miranda also stood and came around, embracing them both and burying her face in the crook of her neck as her hands rubbed the small baby bump she had.

"My beautiful Andréa, how I love you." Miranda's words were soft and meant for just her ears. "Thank you for making our family complete."

"Another girl," Andy whispered as the twins stalked in the room. Wide smiles broke out on their faces as they saw the three-way embrace.

"Hey mom, is there room for two more?" Cassidy piped up. Miranda and Andy both held an arm out and were soon surrounded by a twin on either side.

"Now our family is complete." Andy grinned down into the blazing blue eyes she loved.

"Yes, you are right. Now it is perfect." Miranda whispered.

A movement next to her dragged her from her daydream and her hand moved instinctively to her stomach, feeling the loss. Shaking her head, she saw it was Nigel next to her. "Are you okay, Six? You were rubbing your stomach?"

"I'm fine. It's probably just the start of my usual monthly womanly obligation." She grinned as he rolled his eyes.

"Enough said. Let me know if you need chocolate. I have a stash in my carry-on." Nigel smirked.

"Nige, you're such a sweetheart." She couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped at his look of mock-offence.

"You bet your fabulous size four ass I am." He stated. Leaning towards her he muttered. "So what's your plan of action?"

"I go to the apartment tonight, it will need a clean. I have the interview tomorrow, so I'll come to Runway to surprise Miranda afterwards." Andy stated.

"Well, we could see if Emily will rearrange Miranda's afternoon so she is free and..." Nigel formulated his own plan.

"Em won't do that for me," Andy interrupted him.

"She owes you. After her outburst on Facebook, there have been inquiries fired off to Elias Clarke P.R. It could make things difficult. People are curious, and the twins have ignited the flames of their curiosity with their social media posts, which include photos of you and Miranda at Sofia's and in Valparaíso, and their hashtags."

"Ah, Sof told me about a new one and helped me set up Tumblr. 'Where In The World Is The Future Mrs Priestly?' It's not exactly catchy." Andy chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know." Nigel hummed the theme song for Where on Earth Is Carmen Sandiego?

Rolling her eyes, Andy muttered. "Ridiculous."

Nigel's laughter rang through the plane and caused a few curious stares. "You know what I think we should do? I think we should stop at various attractions throughout the city and photograph you there. What do you say?"

"I say..." Andy trailed off and bit her lip. "...Shit, Nige, that's simply genius."

"Yes, it is. Now, that's our evening sorted. I shall even treat you to dinner." Nigel smiled widely and stood. "I'll leave you to your daydreaming, Six. Our ETA is four hours."

Andy closed her eyes again and let herself relax back into her dreams of the future.

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