A/N: This story is a continuation of Miranda's Secret for the MirAndy Fun Frolics. Comments and Reviews are always vastly appreciated.

Card 3 - Paparazzi

Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I do not own or make any money from them. Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.

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The day after the Met started off quietly with them returning to the townhouse early in the morning to get ready for work.

By the time they were ready, all hell had broken loose, and the Paparazzi camped outside of the townhouse, barring progress to those coming and going from the house. It was as if confirmation of their relationship unleashed the absolute worse in those who worked in the same industry as Andy and it left her feeling stressed beyond measure.

Miranda went about her day with her usual unflappable attitude, glaring at those who dared question her. The twins were also adept at dealing with the press; they popped their sunglasses on and Cassidy threw water balloons at them before getting into their car with their driver Jim.

Andy, however, was out of her element. As soon as she opened the door to leave for the Mirror in the middle of the morning she had been blinded by the flashes and the cacophony of questions hurt her ears. Backing up she slammed the door shut hard and sank onto the bottom step of the stairs biting her lip.

Pulling out her cell, she made a call to her editor explaining she wouldn't be at work that day. It concerned Greg, he'd seen the news and Leona had told him about the kiss Miranda and Andy had shared on the steps, he had also been advised that there were news anchors outside the Mirror waiting for the brunette. What pleased Greg was getting a variety of beautiful photographs of the two women. He told her about them and promised he would send copies and then assured her that they did not require her presence as long as she finished her articles on time.

She set herself up in the den and worked. The hours passed with Cara occasionally checking on her.

Nigel, Emily and Serena arrived at the townhouse that afternoon with an array of bags. As Cara led them into the den Andy jumped to her feet and pulled them all onto the couch. "Oh God, are they all still out there, how did you get through them. Jesus, guys. What the fuck have we done?"

"I rarely say this to people who aren't me, but you have got to calm down." Emily's familiar words had Andy grinning.

"Querida, it is not good for the children inside you to get so worked up, therefore we brought these for you." Serena pulled multiple pairs of shades from the bags and some designer maternity wear.

The gesture overcame Andy and tears pricked her eyes. "Thanks, guys." She husked.

"Thank Miranda," Nigel stated. "She has been on the warpath with Leslie, Jess, Lauren, Greg and Bernie." Nigel clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Bernie? As in the Bernadette who I work with?" Confusion clouded Andy's eyes.

Serena groaned and Emily punched Nigel in the arm. "Well done, dipshit." Emily turned to her. "You've never asked Miranda about her childhood or family, have you?" Andy shook her head. "And you never Google'd her?"

"Of course. Yes, I did, she was the youngest Editor-in-Chief in the history of New York publishing and I learned she was born and raised in London before heading out to Paris. I know enough, okay?" Andy would not admit that she focussed on the older woman's adult achievements alone. She understood if she needed to know something Miranda would tell her.

"Querida, Miranda Priestly' was born Miriam Princhek. It's not widely known except by a small few." Serena told her softly.

"But..." Andy trailed off as Nigel placed a warm hand on her knee.

"Bernie is Miranda's sister." He told her softly.

"Sister?" Andy's confusion returned tenfold. She had never heard Miranda mention siblings.

"Bernie's the only one of her siblings Miranda speaks to. There's are a few years between Miranda and Bernie." Nigel spoke softly.

"Are there others?" Andy was curious.

"Two brothers, Seth and Eli, and two other sisters, Carmen and Kathryn," Emily stated, having dealt with them at one time or another.

"And if I never see them again, it'll be too soon." Miranda's voice reached them all and Nigel winced as he took in Miranda's defensive stance and pursed lips.

"Hi, sweetheart." Andy smiled at Miranda. "You're early."

"Mm, yes. Good afternoon, my darling." She glanced at the three people sat with her Andréa, but couldn't be mad at them. She still struggled to be open with Andréa, and the past was especially painful, but she should have told her about Bernadette. She looked up as Nigel, Serena and Emily stood, ready to make themselves scarce. "Please, sit. Cara is preparing tea and coffee, and some cookies for my four demanding children, two of which are preparing open warfare on the vultures outside." Andy's smile brightened as Miranda stepped into the room and moved to take Nigel's place beside the brunette as he relaxed into an armchair. Miranda entwined their fingers and searched Andy's eyes, looking for censure in them. All she saw was the usual love and affection. The gentleness and warmth that left her feeling safe. "How are you today?" Miranda murmured.

"A little overwhelmed. Greg sent me some photographs from last night, I thought we could get them printed." Andy was hesitant, she understood Miranda hated the press invasion into her life, and their actions had brought them right into focus.

"Did you read the Post today?" Miranda smirked as Andy shook her head vehemently. Nigel guffawed as Cara and the twins came into the room with a plate of cookies and a tray of tea, coffee and juice. "Later," Miranda promised.

Andy set about fixing her tea while everyone else helped themselves to coffee. Emily picked up a cookie and bit into it delicately and hummed at the melting chocolate held within. Serena gave the redhead a warm smile. They sat around discussing the most recent issue and the twin's schooling. Caroline had come at the top of the class for Math and Cassidy had received an A on her English assignment.

After a short time, the twins barrelled from the room to do their homework and Nigel once again stood, claiming with a small grin at Miranda, he still had work to do. Miranda led the three of them out and closed the door quietly behind them.

As she stepped towards the den, she pulled that day's New York Post from the stack of papers she always had delivered. Kicking her heels off she stalked back into the den, to find Andy rummaging in the bags of clothes and trying on the different shades.

"I like the Gucci ones," Miranda smirked as Andy jumped.

"They are lovely. Thank you." Miranda waved away the gratitude.

"I cannot have the mother of my babies being blinded now, can I?" Miranda sat beside Andy and placed the newspaper in front of her, tapping on Page Six. "Read that."

"I don't think I want to find out what they're saying," Andy muttered hesitantly.

"Please, my darling. I believe you will find it illuminating." Miranda's small smile had Andy curious, and she started to read the article under the blown-up photograph of her and Miranda. The photo showed Miranda with her head on Andy's shoulder as she fought her laughter.

The highlight of last night's Met Gala was the arrival of our very own Devil in Prada. Or should we say, Angel in Giambattista Valli? Miranda Priestly was resplendent in a custom cerulean Goddess gown and no doubt the angels wept in jealousy at the Editor's beauty.

The only thing that surpassed Miranda's choice in attire for the evening, was that of her date. New York Mirror's very own, Andy Sachs. The woman in question looked absolutely breath-taking in a custom-made purple Versace tuxedo. Donatella really outdid herself while dressing the beautiful brunette.

As Andy stepped onto the red carpet, we held our collective breaths as she held her palm out to the editor. As Miranda clasped it and stepped gracefully from the limo, Andy provided us with one of her trademark wide smiles before beaming down at Miranda.

Even my jaded heart gave a little flutter of delight at the obvious adoration in the brunette's eyes as she gazed at Miranda and I think I am not the only one who fell in love, just a little, with this stunning young woman.

They walked down the red carpet hand in hand, seemingly happy to have their photograph taken together in what was their first public appearance as a couple, but it was at the fabled steps of the Metropolitan Museum where things went wild. Andy stopped to provide her colleague from the Mirror with a small quote about their attire, her smile was radiant and Miranda's approval was obvious from the soft smile she sported. Andy's easy smile and an excess of charm wrapped the entire press, with only one exception, around her little finger. When some hack dared to ask Miranda her opinion on raising Andy's child it was Andy who stepped in to put the man back in his box. Andy's response stunned the milling crowd of reporters and photographers into silence;

"It's a miracle, really. The power of our love overcame the inherent reproductive limitations of two vahgines."

I must say, it thrilled me at hearing the brilliant and quick-witted comeback to what was frankly a ridiculous question. But what made my night was hearing the unbridled laughter of the Editor-in-Chief of Runway. It was an unexpected and wondrous moment. And the glorious moment was scored into my mind even further when Miranda pulled the young woman in for a gentle kiss before whispering something in her ear that had Andy's smile rivalling the brightness of the sun.

We wondered from afar just what kind of relationship these two women had developed since Andy left Runway to join the Mirror, having been spotted on many occasions out to dinner, and now we know.

It's love, my darlings. There is simply no denying it.

If you need proof, just see the photo of Miranda Priestly, fighting her unrestrained laughter rather than piercing us with her usual icy glare as Andy looks down at her affectionately. And you have to admit to yourselves, they really are a beautiful couple, and the affection they hold for one another is as clear to me as the nose on my face.

I look forward to seeing more of MirAndy in the future. I cannot help but wonder if their babies will have the fiery red hair of the Priestly's or the rich chestnut of the Sachs side of the family, either way, the baby dragons to come will no doubt take a leaf out of their older sisters' books and leave a trail of mayhem and mischief in their wake.

To those waiting to catch sight of the family as they go about their day, watch out for water balloons, icy glares and the pursing of lips, and please give Andy her personal space, we all remember just how much she thrills her to have it infringed upon.

Ta-ta for now, my darlings.

Andy's laughter was loud as she finished reading and Miranda couldn't stop her own small grin from forming at the sound of Andy's joy.

The smile soon disappeared and Miranda turned serious eyes upon the brunette. "My darling, Page Six may approve now, but it seems that the Enquirer has spoken to your parents and my siblings."

"Oh." Andy's eyes reflected her shock. "I can only imagine what my parents may have said. They haven't spoken to me since I told them we were pregnant and refused to say who the father was."

"Mm." Miranda pursed her lips. "We have never really spoken of their reaction and now is not really the time. But I needed to be home today. I need to ensure you are still okay with this?"

"You can't get rid of me that easily Priestly," Andy muttered, snuggling into Miranda's side. "I'm yours for keeps."

"Acceptable" Miranda whispered. "I have found all I want is to keep you, always." Miranda settled back into the sofa with Andy curled in her arms.

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Andy wanted to know what her parents and Miranda's family had said about them and not knowing was driving her insane. Multiple times through the night she had noted Miranda's nervousness, and she acknowledged that if the older woman was concerned there was a good reason for it. The twins finally settled for the night after asking Andy read to them, something they were really too old for, but enjoyed immensely. She rubbed her stomach as their son did what appeared to be somersaults. She couldn't wait to meet her little ones, and the time was moving by so quickly.

Moving to the bedroom, she readied herself for bed, putting on comfortable sleep shorts and a baggy t-shirt before moving down to Miranda's study. Tapping on the door quickly, she poked her head around to find Miranda, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, frowning over the book. Andy understood she would feel the need to make up for the time she had missed by leaving early. Andy felt a pang of disappointment. Miranda looked up and stood, tossing her glasses on top of the book.

"Come in, my darling. Did the twins settle?" Miranda asked.

Andy nodded. "Uh-uh. Yeah. It took two chapters of Half-Blood Prince."

Miranda smiled softly. "You are good with them. I recognise you will be an excellent mother." Miranda sat down on the loveseat and patted the space beside her. "Now, I can sense your frustration. Sit and we shall talk."

Andy sat and twisted sideways to glance at Miranda. She could see the editor was struggling to say what she'd heard. "We do not have to talk about this." She stated softly.

"Yes, we do." Miranda sighed. "I realised by your reaction when you told your parents of your pregnancy that things had not gone well, but I did not wish to push you into divulging whatever it was they said to upset you so greatly. I spoke to the twins afterwards, and we decided that we would try to show you what a positive effect you have on our family. We included Caroline in that although she was still finding your presence in our life a little disconcerting." Miranda licked her lips. "Your parents have apparently told the people at the Enquirer I am biologically a part of the children's life."

"I didn't tell them everything." Andy was panicked. "I reiterated these were as much yours as mine."

"I know, my darling. That is why, last night, you were asked if you were a surrogate." Miranda spoke quietly. "My older brother Eli spoke to a reporter about the twin's birth and the fact it would not have been a natural birth because I have an abnormality that will not allow me to carry to term."

"I've seen the Caesarean scarring," Andy told her.

Miranda nodded. "Yes, I expect you had. It was a shock to find out I was pregnant with the twins, I never expected it having been told I was more than likely infertile. I experienced the occasional monthly inconvenience throughout the years because I have one ovary. Testing after the twin's birth showed I also had one testicle. Years ago, I would have been known as a true hermaphrodite and they explained that some people who are Intersex are typically female, some typically male, and some look fairly in-between in terms of genital development. I am one of the latter, obviously. My penis was always fairly small until I reached my teens and my testicle descended."

Andy could see Miranda was getting upset. Placing a hand on top of Miranda's she tried to reassure her. "You need not tell me this."

"What happens if this gets out? It happened once. I ran away from home at sixteen after years of being bullied. My sisters and brothers told their friends how abnormal I was, how I was neither male nor female and belonged in a circus with the rest of the freaks. We lived in a small community, a poor area. I had confounded doctors at birth, they did not understand, but they said nothing. I cannot trust my siblings to do or say the right thing. Everything I have worked towards, all I have achieved, it could be taken away from me instantly." Miranda cried, trying to get Andy to understand. "The only one that stood by me was Bernadette, she followed me to Paris and a few years later she married moved to New York. By the time I had come here, my name had changed, and there was nothing binding me to her apart from the fondness we held for each other, the understanding and care she had shown. Our friendship flourished outside of being siblings. She has been my one constant."

"You won't lose anything, Miranda," Andy spoke softly.

"You cannot know that." Miranda hissed.

"Yes, I can, because no matter what I will be here and you also have four children who love you, Miranda. I mean, just look at the way Cass and Caro look up to you, and how these, who aren't even born yet, react to your voice. Your children will always accept you and they will invariably need you." Andy scooted closer. "And I am not going anywhere. I am here for as long as you want me because I absolutely adore you. I love you, Miranda. I want forever with you should you allow it."

"And when the children come out, looking exactly like me..." Andy placed a finger over Miranda's lips to quieten her.

"Then I will have given birth to the most beautiful children in the world. I hope they are exactly like you." Andy smirked. "And although I'm your biggest fan, if they come out issuing demands for that thing they liked in month three they're going straight back where they came from."

Miranda threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. She laughed until tears streamed down her face and Andy pulled her into her arms She spent minutes alternating between hiccupping sobs and laughter until she quietened, getting herself together. Pulling herself back out of Andy's arms, she ran her thumbs under her eyes and shook her head as she caught Andy's eyes. "You are ridiculous." She muttered, her voice low and husky from her tears.

Andy smiled. "Yeah, but together we are awesome and we can face whatever is thrown our way."

"Thank you, Andréa," Miranda whispered.

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The next day came before they knew what had hit them and as they rushed through their morning rituals, they both contemplated the days to come. Miranda was certain she could get through them in the knowledge Andy would be by her side. The twins were quiet as they sat down to breakfast, concerned that Andy would find the whole process with the press too much to deal with. They knew if she left it would break their mom, and they understood her departure would affect them too.

The scene around the breakfast bar was tense, with Miranda scanning the news quickly before letting out a small sigh of relief. The Enquirer had run their story, reiterating Andréa was in fact just a surrogate, and that their very public display of affection on the steps of the Met was just an elaborate farce to throw everyone off the trail. There was nothing about the twins, Leslie had done her job admirably to ensure they weren't dragged through the press, as she always did.

The doorbell chiming caught Andy's attention, and she stepped quickly towards the front door, throwing it open to find Emily, Serena and Bernie smiling at her. "Hey, come on in." Andy gestured them in as Miranda and the twins stepped into the foyer. Miranda smiled as the twins squealed at the unusual sight of their aunt Bernie. They launched themselves at the older woman happily, causing her to let out a small oomph. "Why are you here?" Andy asked the three women.

"To take you to work." Emily rolled her eyes at what she thought was a stupid question.

"A united front." Serena beamed at her.

"Greg's like a bear with a sore head without having you around to spar verbally with, sun child," Bernie smirked. "And I needed help with my crossword."

"So, nothing to do with seeing your sister and nieces?" Andy asked the older woman. Catching Bernie's eye, she grinned at the surprise flickered through her blue eyes.

"You know?" Bernie whispered, suddenly nervous.

Andy grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I should have seen it really, you have the same eyes."

Bernie offered a warm smile as the twins barrelled out of the house towards Jim and Roy. Pulling Nerf Super Soaker Water Blasters from their backpacks and let out little war cries before they fired jets of icy water into the milling crowd of paparazzi.

"Well look at those two," Bernie's smile widened

"They certainly do not get that from me," Miranda stated, amusement flashing in her eyes.

Andy bit her lip and looked down. "Um, I may be to blame for that one. I made a passing comment and..." The four women laughed as Andy blushed.

Bernie pulled Miranda into a quick hug before grabbing Andy and tilting her face up to catch her eye. "Oh, those girls will do wonderfully with you as a role model, Andy."

"I hope so," Andy whispered. She caught Miranda's eyes and saw the affection shining in them. "I'll walk you out, my love."

"Mm, acceptable. I know Roy is waiting." Miranda smiled and they busied themselves gathering their things.

Andy checked her pockets for her cell, keys and wallet, grabbed the Calvin Klein Reporter bag Miranda had presented to her when she started at the Mirror and put her new Gucci shades on.

The five women moved out of the house, with Emily, Serena and Bernie taking the lead as Miranda locked up. Miranda entwined her fingers with Andy's and squeezed her hand as they stepped down the stoop and towards the car.

Andy settled her bag on her hip, frowning at the unexpected bulk. Using her free hand, she fiddled with the zip and as she glanced down a bright smile lit up her face. She continued to walk hand in hand with Miranda as the cameras flashed and questions came from all angles. Placing a light kiss on Miranda's cheek, careful not to smudge her makeup, Andy whispered. "Wind your window down and watch." She smiled at the curiosity in Miranda's eyes. "Trust me, you want to see this."

Miranda nodded once before letting Andy hand her into the waiting car. She heard Miranda's quiet murmur to Roy as she closed the door. Unable to stop the smile she spun around and pulling her own Super Soaker from her bag she pumped it before firing it in a sweeping motion over every single one of the waiting paparazzi. Over the groans, she heard Bernie and Roy's loud laughter, Emily's gasp of shock and Serena's loud whoop of delight, but it was the low, husky chuckle coming from the car that made the moment perfect.

As the water flow trickled to an end Andy looked up into the stunned faces of her peers. "Any further questions?" She asked happily. Getting no reply, she put the soaker back into her bag and marched through the crowd, shouldering her way past those that stood in her way. As Bernie, Emily and Serena caught up she saw the silver town car pulling into traffic and caught Miranda blowing her a kiss from the open window. Turning around she fired off her final response to their questions. "No comment. Ever." She waved her hand airily. "That's all."

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