Miranda was looking at her computer screen. She was reading an email she had Emily forward to her. Some idiot photographer was fighting about having the shoot on Tuesday instead of Wednesday.
Miranda decided on just firing the photographer, half way through the email. She looked at the outer office, where the assistant's desks were. The second assistant desk was empty, she was fired that morning after spilling the coffee all over Miranda, and her desk.
Emily looked like her brain died when she saw that. Miranda wanted to scream 'What the fuck is wrong with you?!' but she kept her cool, for the most part.
Emily had been clearly annoyed, Miranda knew that Emily needed help, but of course the redhead would never admit that. Emily clearly was tired, and probably mad at her.
Miranda was looking forward to Emily dropping off the book. She wanted to confess to Emily. Maybe the night would be full of confessions and led to sex. Miranda knew she was getting ahead of herself.
11:00 pm
Luckily it was a Friday night because Emily was exhausted, and the book came late. She spent all of last night tossing and turning. She didn't get any sleep because of her neighbors who were partying all night, till 4:00 am, and blasting their music.
She had barely gotten two hours of sleep last night because of them. She sighed, and put the book and dry cleaning away.
She looked around the elegant house. She loved to just marvel at the house.
"You like the house?" Miranda asked, Emily jumped, and let out a small scream. She clamped her hand over her heart.
Instead of laughing like Miranda wanted, she rolled her eyes. "Seriously Emily, you're competent enough until you come here."
"I'm so sorry Miranda." Miranda got up from the couch. And walked towards Emily slowly.
"You're loud, I can hear you heels clacking. I can hear when you shut the closet door, and you sigh every night."
"I'm sorry Miranda,"
"You say sorry, as if I'm pathetic to you."
"No, Miran-"
"Stop talking," Miranda interrupted. Emily closed her mouth. "You listen to me like a slave," Emily savored the moment. Miranda was close to her, and she felt like kissing her.
Miranda moved closer to Emily, even though Emily didn't think that there was even room she could fill in. Not until then. She looked at Miranda, and gave a devilish smile.
She leaned in slightly, Emily whispered, in her ear. She moved to look back at Miranda's eyes. She leaned in and kissed her, before Miranda could do anything.
The kiss was passionate, but light. She took in Miranda's soft lips again, and slowed down the kiss. Their lips separated, and smashed together.
Miranda ran her hand along Emily's back. While she wanted to, Emily was tired.
"Tomorrow," She said, and walked off.
…
Emily didn't know how, she had gathered up enough courage to kiss Miranda. To kiss her first, before the other woman could. She was bold last night. She had dreamt about that kiss, for hours.
She dreamt about what Miranda might have seen in Emily that she didn't quite know herself. Miranda had a talent in destroying what Emily once saw in herself.
But clearly that was not the case, not anymore at least. She made sure after Paris, that she would not be over stepped. That she would not be replaced.
And she wasn't, it had been two years.
Maybe Miranda saw Emily had a talent, when she had sketched a dress. More than Miranda had ever seen James draw. She had seen a mixture of grace, beauty, and genius.
She emphasized the beauty in the places that no one else did. She made sure the gown had character. Instead of just a gown, that said nothing. Miranda had smiled. It was a rather bright smile.
Brighter than the one six years ago now. The dress later became a legend. Ever since then, Miranda paid attention to her assistant. Who was just short of a designer.
Now Emily was an assistant, that also helped design ideas, and most of them would happen. Some hit bigger than others, but they were all magnificent.
Finally, some people respected her. Even Andrea Sachs, she had found out about Runway. And the gigantic leap it took, because of Emily. Even though no one expected it to.
Emily's gowns would be everywhere. They were shown everywhere. She always smiled to herself when someone would wear her dresses to the parties. That Runway held. Miranda would make sure Emily was there.
Finally Emily was who she wanted to be. What the little girl laying on the cracking wood, dreamed of every night. With no family. Barely getting by in foster care.
1994
Emily was thirteen, sitting on the sidewalk with a piece of paper and a pencil. She was sketching a beautiful gown. One that would be a deep royal red, that was off the shoulder. She drew white fur that went along the shoulders, and went around the entire back and front.
She had sequins scattered around the torso, and waist. She wanted to make her dresses happen, and she promised to herself that one day they would. And they did.
Four years later
Emily got a place of her own. It wasn't much, even had a few rats. But it was something, it was better than being stuck with other kids.
She sewed her red dress. It flowed off her body nicely.
And she paraded around New York in it. During Christmas, because it looked a little more like Christmas than she imagined it would've.
When she saw Miranda, stare at her. She just stood there. Miranda hadn't seen that dress anywhere. Knowing something like that would be worn.
"Where did you get that from?" Miranda asked
"I made it," Emily said, confidently. Miranda eyed the girl up and down. Her Ruby necklace made a nice touch to the dress.
"What's your name?"
"Emily,"
2008
8:00 pm, Saturday.
Miranda was making plans for the Christmas gathering. She felt bad, because the gathering was on Emily's birthday. Which also made Miranda feel bad for Emily because it was on December 23rd.
She was expecting Emily to arrive soon. She had asked everybody to show her which dresses they were going to wear. Because one girl wore a blue dress, to a 'no color' benefit.
Emily was going to arrive in her dress. And Miranda was excited to see which one. The twins were on the couch, talking about something from school, and then continued playing video games.
There was a knock on the door, it must've been Emily. Although she was twenty minutes early.
"Come in!" Miranda called, and the door opened. And Emily walked inside. Miranda looked at the dress. She had seen all those years ago.
"Is it too much?" Emily asked. The twins looked away from the game, to see Emily. The dress was beautiful.
"No," Miranda said.
"Is it okay?"
"Yes, it brings out your hair."
…
Caroline and Cassidy moved to their rooms, still gossiping to each other. Miranda focused on Emily. She wanted to kiss Emily's lips, which were covered in a red lip gloss.
"Emily," Miranda said
"Yes, Miranda?" Emily asked. Miranda softly kissed her. Emily breathed in Miranda's perfume. She started to press into it. And Miranda moaned. Emily leaned back. "I'm sorry, but what stands between us?"
"I don't know, but this feels right," Emily suddenly felt very attracted to Miranda. Emily kissed her again.
Two years later
Miranda woke up, she looked at the woman sleeping next to her. Miranda put another blanket over Emily. Her girlfriend was sick with the flu, and had a wicked fever. Luckily though it was almost over, and she wasn't contagious anymore.
Emily was mumbling to herself in her sleep, and moving around. Miranda lightly ran her hand up and down Emily's arm. Trying to soothe the most restless sleeper she's ever known.
The moving stopped but she was still mumbling. Miranda decided to try to listen to what she was saying.
"No," Emily said, Miranda put her hand on the redhead's waist. "I love you, Miranda. Please" she sounded like she was begging. "don't go," she saw a tear fall down the redhead's cheek.
"Hey, Emily. It's okay, wake up." Miranda told her. Emily slowly turned to look at Miranda. "How are you feeling?"
"Nauseous, but that's it." Miranda looked at her sadly.
"Do you want tea, soup or something?"
"No, thank you though."
"Okay, well let me know if you need anything. Stay in bed and get some rest."
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"
Miranda got up, she was going to go eat something. Then come back up to see how Emily was doing. Cassidy padded out of her room and yawned.
"Good morning," The girl said.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"How's Emily doing?"
"She's okay, don't go in there though. She's still not feeling well."
"Okay, is she awake?"
"Yeah, just barely." Cassidy moved over to the door.
"Good morning Em!" She yelled, so Emily could hear her.
"Good morning," Emily said, before having a coughing fit.
8:00pm
Emily woke up again, she was feeling almost fine now. But she was going to wait till tomorrow to join her family. She missed them, she hated laying in a room alone, for a week. Of course Miranda would come see how she was doing about every hour, but it was still lonely and boring. This is one of the experiences that really showed Emily that the editor was really a soft teddy bear.
She was always taking care of Emily, and whoever she loved. She was one of the most caring people she's ever met. Miranda walked into the room, and smiled at Emily.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Miranda asked softly.
"I'm okay," Emily was still laying on her stomach. She never faced towards the door. Miranda moved towards Emily and laid on her, lovingly. She put her arms around Emily. "You can put your full body weight on me, it's okay." Emily said, and turned her head as much as humanly possible, to face Miranda.
"I am," Emily's eyes widened.
"You're like a chihuahua!" Emily exclaimed, confused.
"Am I a cute chihuahua?" Miranda teased. And leaned in front of Emily's face.
"You're a hot chihuahua." Emily said. And pecked her lips. Miranda nuzzled her face, in Emily's back. "Did the soup help you?" Miranda asked
"Yeah, it was warm. Just like you." Miranda made Emily soup for dinner almost two hours ago now.
"You are such a sweet talker," Emily hummed.
"I'm sorry I don't like to lie to you."
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"
A few weeks later
Emily was sitting on the couch, and the twins were watching tv, Emily was looking on gamestop for birthday presents for the girls. They were wanting video games, she was looking for games that were preferably rated teen. But that was proving to be difficult.
They were wanting Black ops, because it just came out. Emily also found GTA 4, for them. Miranda was trying to find games, but didn't know what ones they would like. Eventually she gave up and left it up to Emily, because she was finding things no problem.
At this point their birthday was going to be as much of a surprise to them as it was to Miranda. At least most of it.
The next week
The twins practically screamed when they opened half of them. Miranda was nervous every single time, especially with the big boxes. At the end Emily got up, and got two boxes. With some other smaller rectangular things.
"Okay, this is the last of it," Cassidy's face lit up, Then Caroline gasped, when she unwrapped it just enough to see what it was. "We know how much you wanted them," Miranda's eyes were wide. They ripped the paper off of them, and revealed a PspGo. Miranda elbowed Emily hard. But the brit just laughed.
"Thank you so much!" They both cheered and hugged both the women. The rest were just games. They both ran up to their rooms to play their new stuff.
And Emily and Miranda went up to their room.
"I'm regretting giving you a free range of stuff you can buy for them."
"Are you mad?"
"No," Emily wrapped her arms around Miranda. "They love you,"
" I love them too," Emily kissed Miranda passionately. Miranda rested her hands on Emily's hips.
A month later
(December 22 (day before Emily's birthday)
The two women were violently kissing each other, like they always did after a fight. Emily's hips moved in the rhythm of the kiss. She was glad that the twins were with their father.
Miranda pulled her into another devastating kiss. And made Emily fall back on the bed. They both tried to catch themselves in the moment of panic, but laughed when they landed on the bed. Emily kissed Miranda, still smiling a little. They both laughed again.
Emily took Miranda's arm and kissed her wrist, that had a tattoo that spelled Emily's name, with a rose.
Miranda was going to ask Emily to marry her, soon. She loved Emily, and they had been together for two and a half years.
Everybody loved Emily. The twins loved Emily, even Patricia loved Emily. She also found that the redhead was protective of the twins.
They got dressed again, and went out to the living room. Miranda grabbed Emily's hand, and kissed their joined hands.
"I love you, Emily Charlton." Miranda said. Emily kissed her. She felt bad, really bad in that case. She took out all of her anger at herself, and her insecurities, all on Miranda. But made the older woman realise what her girlfriend was going through.
"Emily," She said
"Yes?"
"Did I make it clear that none of what you said was true?"
Emily felt a tear run down her face. Technically Miranda did make it clear, but she couldn't stop believing herself. She nodded her head.
She just wanted to cry about it, not fight. Miranda sat down on the couch with her. Emily let out a sob. Miranda put her hand on her back. She brought Emily towards her, and made soothing touches.
After a while Emily was calming down, she was resting her head in Miranda's lap. The older woman was playing with Emily's fiery hair. Emily started falling asleep, and Miranda let her.
Two hours later
Emily woke up, and saw that she was laying on a pillow. She was hoping Miranda would stay, but then again, she didn't know how long she had been out. And she couldn't expect her to stay. Emily closed her eyes.
Miranda walked back into the room, and put Emily's head back in her lap.
"Where did you go?" Emily asked Miranda.
"Oh, Patricia was barking about something, and I didn't want her to wake you."
The next day
Miranda was excited, she wanted to give this to Emily, for weeks now. Miranda talked to Emily's boss, to get her the whole week after Christmas off. Miranda was waiting at the dining table, while waiting for Emily to wake up.
Miranda realised early into their relationship that Emily was not a morning person. It was nine thirty, and Miranda already had two cups of coffee. It was a wonder how Emily survived so long at Runway, with the early hours.
She could hear padding right behind her, and Emily tiredly wrapped her arms around Miranda, and buried her face in the crook of Miranda's neck.
"Goodmorning, love." Miranda said,
"Goodmorning" Emily padded over to the coffee machine, and poured a cup.
"How did you sleep?"
"Fine, you?"
"Fine,"
"What is this?" Emily asked, it had her name on it.
"Your birthday present," '
"Why did you get me anything?" Emily asked, she asked Miranda not to get her anything.
"Because, I couldn't help it. Now open it." Emily took it.
"Yeah, just a paper cut." She continued to open the envelope. And pulled out two pieces of paper. "What is this?" Then she realised they were plane tickets. "Paris?"
"I thought it would be nice to go to Paris, and actually see it." There was more to this, but Miranda wasn't about to say what. "And I talked to your boss, to see if you can get a week off." Emily kissed her, she didn't know what to say, exactly.
Two weeks later
They were in Paris, and they were walking around the city. Emily found it weird that they didn't have a schedule. And didn't have any work things to do. She liked to see Paris, she was greatly enjoying this trip.
She knew Miranda was holding something back, but the woman wouldn't tell her what. At first Emily was scared that Miranda was going to break up with her. But it wouldn't make sense to take her to Paris, just to break up.
Tonight it was late, and Miranda was very off. She was very stressed, so stressed she didn't let Emily even hold her hand. Which made the redhead nervous.
…
Walking next to Emily was hard, she just wanted to pop the question, but didn't know how. So she decided to take her to a quiet part of the city, so they could be alone. She fiddled with the ring box in her coat pocket.
She knew Emily was scared about Miranda's behavior. She didn't want to scare her love, but she was overly stressed.
"Here," She said, and turned, it was just a field with a bunch of trees.
"Okay," Emily said, and followed her, Miranda made sure to go somewhere that they could still see, since it was night. She stopped and surprised Emily. "Are you sure you're okay?" Emily asked, "You're all sweaty, do you feel alright?"
"I'm fine, love" Truth was, she wanted to throw up, nerves were betraying her at the moment. Emily wore a worried expression. "Emily, three years ago, I confessed my love for you." Emily was getting even more nervous. So Miranda continued. "But, now I need to ask." She bent down on one knee. Emily gasped, and a few tears fell down her cheeks. "Will you marry me?"
…
Miranda's phone rang, and she jumped. She realised she wasn't in Paris, she wasn't at home. She was in the office. She realised she had been asleep.
She checked her phone, it was November. And the worst part was, it was 2008. She never confessed her feelings. She merely dreamt she did.
She laid her head back, the dream felt so real. She felt like crying, she felt like this was a real break up.
She laid her head back, and cried. She didn't care that it was 10:00. Nor did she care that someone could possibly hear her.
…
Emily was typing something up, on her computer. When she heard crying in Miranda's office. She froze, and slowly looked at Miranda.
Had the email sent her over the edge? Was she even okay? She stood up, she didn't know what she was doing. She walked over to the office.
"Miranda?" Emily asked. Miranda opened her eyes, and dried them. "Is everything alright?" She didn't know how she had gotten brave enough to do this, and break her number one rule.
"Sit," She commanded. Emily obeyed. Miranda didn't even know how to come about this. So she decided to do it like the dream. Just a little different.
She walked up to the brit, she could tell Emily was uncomfortable. So she went in. She kissed Emily, and it took a second for Emily to react. She kissed her back.
Miranda's head went in circles, just like the dream. They pulled away for air, Emily looked at Miranda, and kissed her again. She stood up, and Miranda held onto her for some balance.
Three years later
Miranda proposed to Emily in the same place she did in her dream.
"Emily Charlton, will you marry me?" Miranda asked, Emily was crying.
"Yes! I will marry you." She bent down to the floor, and kissed Miranda. The older woman slid the ring on Emily's finger.
One year later
Emily and Miranda tied the knot, and kissed each other.
...
Miranda changed her name to Miranda Priestley Charlton. And she loved her new life, and she also knew that this was the best relationship she's had.
It was full of love, and she loved Emily to no end. This was their start of their new life.
Miranda's dream turned into a reality. Only this time she was answered.