A/N: This is my first attempt at Fanfiction. I woke up with the idea in my head after inhaling so much DWP/Mirandy fanfic. This is not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do now own any of the Characters belonging to The Devil Wears Prada. These are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.
Summary: Andy leaves Paris with final words for Miranda.
A/N 2: I have spent some time since my last update editing this story in the hopes it would coax my muse from hibernation. There are no major changes to the storyline/plot.
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Chapter Eight:
Andy sat in silence, comforted by the warmth of Miranda as she held her close. Shifting away slightly she looked across at the older woman and smiled. "You should go finish your work," Andy told her.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes, much better. Thank you, Miranda." She whispered softly. "I'll continue going through my emails."
Miranda stood and stretched. "I will grab more coffee and a snack. Would you like anything?" She asked.
"No, I'm good for now, since we missed breakfast once we're done here I'll take you to lunch." She grinned up at the woman.
"Sounds perfect," Miranda told her. As she moved from the room Andy watched the sway of her hips and smiled happily.
Looking back at her laptop she opened the email from Rolling Stone and read the email, shaking her head in disbelief she re-read the email contents. She was astounded at the offer they were making. Getting up she moved out of the room and down to the kitchen, she needed to talk to Miranda. "Sweetheart, do you have a minute?" She questioned hesitantly.
Miranda spun around with her yoghurt in hand, spoon hanging from her mouth. Removing the spoon she looked at Andy in concern. "What's wrong my darling?"
"So that email from Rolling Stone was from their Editor-in-Chief, who I've never spoken to directly. After seeing Page Six he is requesting an exclusive story about us."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "So did Marc mention who would write this exclusive?"
"Well...Christian Thompson's name was mentioned." Andy told her nervously.
"No! That is not happening, not after Paris." Miranda declared adamantly. "I should blacklist him. I wish I'd done it when I had the chance."
"I don't know what happened in Paris, I was told you had words and had to be restrained." Andy was hesitant.
"I slapped him Andréa, I nearly knocked his smug head off his shoulders, and if it wasn't for Nigel one of my pointy little Prada's would have knocked his bollocks into his throat."
Oh my God Miranda, you hit him?" Andy barked with laughter and enfolded Miranda in a bear hug. "You're truly amazing." Letting go she said. "I will tell them we will politely decline their request," Andy said still laughing.
"If I may suggest an alternate solution." Miranda raised her eyebrow. "You write it, you are the one in the position who possesses the most knowledge of both sides if our story, you are the only person who could get it across to the public in a way that is suitable. Tell them you will give them first option on the article but unless they allow you to write it then it will be given to whichever alternate publication wants it, for the right price." Miranda grinned at her wickedly.
"Really?" Andy was dumbstruck.
"Well you need to earn a living my love, you want to write, you already proved yourself to them, and they accepted your writing into their publication," Miranda explained her logic. "If you want to freelance, we should create a website for you. It's good advertising and it can allow you to blog and hold all your contact details.
"I actually possess web skills, I picked it up at Uni while editing the newspaper, and we created an online edition for a while. I will reply to Marc. Thanks, sweetheart." Andy gave her one of her brightest smiles before bounding from the room.
Picking up her laptop she responded accordingly.
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Date: December 24, 2007
Sender: andys82
Recipient: eicrollingstone
Subject: RE: Exclusive
Hi Marc,
Thank you for expressing your interest in an exclusive article regarding the relationship between myself and Miranda Priestly.
Within your email, you advised that you wanted to arrange an interview with Christian Thompson. Miranda and I discussed this in length and both of us are in agreement we do not consider Christian to be a good fit to tell our story, we are unsure of his ability to remain impartial. Unfortunately, we have both experienced unpleasantness in some of our previous encounters with him.
Miranda has expressed her immense distaste you are using him as a potential interviewer as she considers his writing style is distinctly average. Obviously, doing an interview with someone she dislikes and has no professional respect for will never happen.
As you may already be aware Miranda does not readily allow any intrusion into her personal life and I hold no prior experience with this amount of public interest. I must take Miranda's comfort into account, and that of her children.
At this time, I am planning to write an article myself. This is my relationship and I am in the best position to write the truth and tell both sides of our story.
Due to my current relationship with Rolling Stone, I will give exclusive rights to you but I will require full control of the editing and content. If this is not something you are able to provide then Miranda and I will find an alternate publication to work with.
If I do not hear from you before, I leave this with the express wish you have the very happiest of holidays.
Kind Regards
Andy Sachs
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She sent the response as Miranda walked back to the study coffee mug clasped between her hands. Looking across at the women she gave her a bright smile before reopening her sent emails and forwarding a copy of her response to Rolling Stone to Miranda's email.
Pulling herself from the sofa she walked towards the older woman as she sat at her desk. Looking down at her she grinned and brushed her finger against the tip of Miranda's nose causing it to twitch.
"You had yoghurt on your nose love, I assumed you ate it, not snorted it." Andy laughed.
Her words made Miranda smirk. "You've obviously been doing it wrong for the last 25 years my darling."
Laughing loudly Andy made to walk from the room, seeing Miranda's raised eyebrow she explained. "I'm just going to grab my journal and my iPod. I write better to music. I'll be right back" Launching herself upstairs she entered the master suite and rummaged in her bag for her old journal and her favourite pen. Pulling her new journal from the Anthropologie bag she made her way back down to the study. Curling up in the armchair she pulled her iPod out and selected her playlist, opening her old journal she flipped a few pages and opening her new journal she wrote quickly glancing occasionally at her old entries.
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They had been sitting in companionable silence for over two hours. Miranda was working diligently on the electronic version of the book and answering occasional emails and Andy writing furiously, the scratch pen over paper soothing the editor. Working through her Inbox Miranda smiled seeing Andy's response to Rolling Stone, amazed at her protectiveness about the intrusion into her private life, and moved the email into her private folder.
Looking over at the young woman she observed her frowning in concentration as she attempted to blow a strand of curly hair out of her face while writing quickly. As she continued to watch the young woman, who had turned her life upside down in such a short time, she watched her put her pen down and concentrate on her old journal, seeing her shake her head and mutter quietly. "Damn him!" She slammed her journal's shut and removed her earbuds. Looking up she caught Miranda's gaze and smiled. "Hey sweetheart, are you finished with work?" Andy asked.
"I finished about five minutes ago. I've finally cleared my Inbox, and the Book is as good as it can be for now." She smirked. "The Art Department will have their work cut out for them on Thursday."
Andy laughed. "Poor guys. It's good there's a reasonable break, hopefully, they'll hit the ground running and surprise you."
"Well, I can only hope." Miranda smiled. "Now someone offered lunch, do you still want to go out?"
"I could do with some air, and we're kind of out there now, there's no reason to hide," Andy said gently.
"Does Sushi, Italian or a Burger sound good to you? We could walk to Sasabune, Via Quadronno or EJ's." Miranda voiced her choices.
"Whichever you prefer. I'd honestly be happy with a grilled cheese or an omelette." Andy gave her a smile.
"EJ's it is then." Miranda smiled back. "They have a varied selection. It's somewhere I take the twins for brunch occasionally. The food is acceptable."
Andy laughed. Looking down at her faded Northwestern t-shirt and ripped baggy boy-leg jeans she said. "I'll just get changed, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be ready to hit the road."
Miranda looked over at her and smiled. "You realise you need not dress up for a casual lunch." She said.
"The most beautiful women in New York will be on my arm, and I don't think ripped jeans that show my ass are appropriate. Although my small wardrobe no longer contains the same amount of beautiful clothes of my Runway past, I can still make myself semi-presentable." Andy explained. "I don't want to embarrass you, Sweetheart. You're the Queen of fashion and you always look amazing. The least I can do is seem worthy enough to be seen with you."
Miranda walked over to the brunette, straddling her thighs she leaned in to kiss her softly and whispered. "It is I who is not worthy, my Andréa. You could wear a burlap sack and still take my breath away."
"How about a lumpy cerulean sweater?" Andy whispered back teasingly as she deepened their kiss.
"Mm, even then I would be the lucky one to have you on my arm." Miranda beamed.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that. I know you deemed it was a monstrosity, and lucky for us both that sweater's in Ohio and I don't expect we'll be seeing it anytime soon." Andy leaned back in the chair and smiled up at her love. "I should go get changed unless you want to stay here, you have placed yourself in an extraordinary position." Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda's waist and nuzzled into her neck before blazing a trail of kisses from her neck to her sternum causing Miranda to gasp. As Andy placed a fierce kiss on Miranda's lips she heard her stomach growl which caused Andy to laugh loudly. As Miranda flushed in embarrassment Andy cupped her face. "I think it's for the best I feed you." Picking Miranda up she spun and sat her in the chair. As she straightened, she leaned in and gave her kiss before moving from the room.
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Within ten minutes she was ready to leave. Wearing her Converse, a pair of low rise dark wash jeans and an oversized navy blue Michael Kors men's shirt over a white t-shirt she looked relaxed. Giving Miranda one of her mega-watt smiles she held her hand out for the editor and as it was taken she pulled the older woman from the chair. Miranda smirked as she pulled Andy's shirt apart. Seeing the writing she rolled her eyes. 'The bags under my eyes are Designer'
"Really darling, don't you have any plain t-shirts?" Miranda questioned amused.
Shrugging Andy looked at her and grinned mischievously. "Yes, of course, but where's the fun in that?" She snatched her iPhone off the coffee table as she was pulled from the room.
Standing at the closet Miranda handed her into her leather jacket. "Will you be warm enough my darling?" Miranda queried.
Pulling a navy blue beanie and scarf out of her back pockets Andy smirked as she put them on. "I'll think I'll be fine my love. Now let me help you into your coat." Miranda handed her coat and as she held it open Miranda slipped her arms in as Andy pulled it up over her shoulders and smoothed it around her neck. Fastening the coat tightly Miranda pulled a Hermes scarf out if her coat pocket and wrapped it around her neck. "You ready?" Andy asked her softly holding her hand out.
"Oh yes, come along darling I'm famished." Entwining their fingers she opened the door, caught in a blaze of flashes and questions Miranda schooled her features into one of polite indifference. Looking back at Andy and saw her look of shock quickly move to panic. "Darling?" She queried quietly. "If you aren't ready, then I will understand."
"No Miranda, I am not running away from these vultures." Taking a deep breath she forced a smile onto her face and stepped up beside Miranda, assisting her down the townhouse steps the only thing belying her nervousness was the firm grip she had on Miranda's hand.
"Hey, Andy." Someone shouted. "How did you tame the dragon lady?"
Andy spun around towards where the voice came from letting go of Miranda's hand. Miranda placed a placating hand on her upper arm. As Andy looked towards her she advised: "Ignore them."
"Sweetheart, do you trust me?" Andy asked quietly. Miranda nodded her assent. Turning back towards the journalist she pointed to one of them. "Was it you that just asked me a question?" She glared at a nervous young man.
"N...n…no." He stuttered as he pointed to one of his peers.
Turning a ferocious glower on another young man she spoke quietly and forcefully. "If you have a question you expect to have answered please do me the courtesy of not showing blatant disrespect towards myself or Miranda. My first request, if I have to put up with you, is that you never refer to Miranda as Ice Queen, Snow Queen, Devil in Prada or Dragon Lady in my presence." She looked around at the crowd of reporters and paparazzi. "My second request is that you move on. Unless you get the hell away from these premises, I will call the police and ask for you all to be forcibly removed for disturbing the peace of the neighbourhood. I am sure the neighbours would be in favour of such a move as you are obstructing easy access to the front of quite a few private properties. If you think Miranda is the dragon lady, you haven't seen my fire-breathing capabilities. Now I would like to take Miranda to lunch without your presence bothering us excessively. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus." Spinning around, she smiled at Miranda and gently linked their arms. "Come on Miranda, I'm hungry."
"Really Andréa, did you honestly just quote the Hogwarts motto at them?" Miranda smirked.
"I simply gave them a friendly warning." Andy gave her a large smile. "Now they know they should never tickle a sleeping dragon."
"I think I like this protective side," Miranda whispered as they made their way towards 3rd Avenue.
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Miranda and Andy had been enjoying a relaxed lunch, talking quietly and taking delight in each other's company. The paparazzi hadn't followed them to EJ's which surprised Miranda but she was grateful. Hearing her message tone Miranda pulled out her iPhone, giving Andy an apologetic look she looked down to find a text message from the twin's father.
Miranda
I saw Page Six. I don't know what the fuck you're playing at but I now have the press camped out front of my house.
The girls have thrown water bombs at them and Charity saw Cassidy flipping a few of them the bird.
Tell me it's not true! For Christ sake, you are not gay, and this woman's half you're fucking age.
I am NOT having our girl's part of this madness.
They're staying with me until further notice.
"Oh for God's sake." Miranda seethed as she read the message. "If that stupid man thinks I will give in that easy he has another thing coming." Seeing Andy's look of confusion mixed with concern she told her about Greg's message.
"Fuck that!" Andy hissed. "Come on sweetheart, we'll go pick them up right now." Throwing cash down on the table Andy stood up and shrugged on her jacket. Looking at Miranda she raised her eyebrow. "Do you want me to run on home and grab the car?" She asked.
Miranda smiled gently. "I think we can take the time to walk back together." Standing she pulled her coat on and moved towards the door. As they hit the street Miranda tugged Andy's hand in hers and entwined their fingers. "He can't keep them, darling. I gained full custody after the divorce; he surrendered his parental rights. He was too busy chasing every pretty young woman silly enough to give him the time of day."
"I always assumed you had joint custody. He's had visitation as long as I've been around."
Miranda smiled sadly. "About eighteen months before you worked for me the twins expressed an interest in getting to know their father properly. I had to push him into making the effort with them, I think that's why he feels he can skip his weekends with them as he sees fit..." She sighed. "..They so very much wanted a father figure, a second parent. I think that is why I settled on Stephen, on paper he was everything we were looking for, but when it came down to it he really had no interest either. Once we were married he told me they would never be his children, he had no intentions of being a father figure to them, of assisting me with parenting."
Andy looked furious. "Jesus Miranda, that makes me so angry. Those two beautiful little ones are incredible. Anyone would be lucky to have them look up to them as a parent."
"You really mean that don't you?" Miranda was surprised at Andy's intense response.
"Of course. I was so happy to hear from them while I was in India. I missed them, those little moments we shared occasionally as I dropped off the book or when I was helping them with their homework or random school projects. Like with you I could see beyond their masks. They are very much like their beautiful mother." Andy smiled. "Did you know they tricked me to get me upstairs that first night with the book? They wanted me to disrupt your argument with Stephen. I had words with them about that when I met up with them to give them the Harry Potter manuscripts the next day. They were genuinely sorry about it and, well, sort of bonded after that. They could see how much I honestly liked you, how I wanted to do what I could to make your life easier."
Miranda looked at her in disbelief. "You bonded with my girls after they almost got you fired?"
Andy looked at her. "I think they were very impressed." Andy laughed. "I have a sneaking suspicion their mom was too."
As they turned the corner towards the Townhouse Miranda stopped walking bringing Andy to a standstill. Turning towards the younger woman, hand still entangled she said. "Andréa, you astound me at every turn." Cupping the side of Andy's face with her free hand she pulled her in for a brief kiss. They broke apart as Andy's iPhone buzzed with an incoming message. Pulling the cell out of her pocket she saw Cassidy and Caroline's name flashing on the screen.
"It's the twins." Andy pulled up the message and scanned it quickly.
Dad went crazy when he saw Page Six.
He's told us we are staying here permanently.
He told us we aren't allowed to call Mom.
We don't want to stay here; we want to be home with you and Mommy.
He doesn't know we have the cell with us.
Please come and get us.
Cass xx
"Is Greg homophobic?" Andy asked Miranda as she took her hand and pulled her towards the house.
"No, well not that I'm aware of. His parents were conservative, but he's lived in New York for over 25 years, his best friend in college was gay. What's going on Andréa?" Miranda asked breathlessly, she was almost running to keep up with Andy's stride.
"He's told them they aren't coming home; he's refusing to let them call you. They want to come home." Andy looked back and explained quickly. "I'm going there and getting your daughters back. Do you have a copy of your custody agreement?" Andy asked.
"Yes. But the twins don't know he surrendered his parental rights away. I never wanted to hurt them with the fact he didn't want them." Miranda said heart-brokenly.
Andy stopped as she reached the house. Shuffling from one foot to the other she let go of Miranda and looked at her as she opened the door. "Sweetheart." She whispered. "You know I would never voluntarily hurt them, I will not disclose that if I can help it. I can hopefully make him see reason if I go there armed with copies of the legal documents."
"I'm going with you. Let me get the documents and I'll call my lawyer." Miranda said quickly as she rushed to the study.
Grabbing her iPhone she fired a message back to the twins.
My little imps
Your mom and I will be there as soon as we can.
Get your things together, but don't make it obvious.
No matter what you will come home with us.
We love you both so very much. xox
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As Andy drove them out to Harrison in the Porsche Miranda told her of her talk with her Lawyer. "Maxwell reminded me of how difficult it was to Greg's Parental rights terminated, the courts didn't want to proceed with it as I didn't have another adult who was ready, willing and able to fill the void. The law prefers Children to have a right to a parental relationship and a right to receive financial support and care from two parents. I never received a penny from Greg. I didn't need it or want it. If he takes this back to court, the girls would have to stand up in front of the judge." Miranda was saddened by the turn of events.
"I know how to fix this, my love. Trust me." Andy placed her hand on Miranda's thigh. "You know how Max asked to speak with me?" Miranda nodded once. "Well, he knows my dad," Andy shook her head. "My dad deals in corporate law, my mom in probate, my sister Jill is joining the business, and she has chosen criminal law. They were hoping to expand into family law once I joined the business." Andy explained. "Well, Max asked me if we were serious. I told him it was a forever thing." Miranda's eyes widened as Andy continued to explain. "He told me that as you have sole physical and legal custody, you are the only one able to make important decisions about your children's care. You allow visitation with Greg, it is not his legal right, and it was never discussed as part of the custody agreement due to him surrendering his rights." Andy smiled softly. "I have the perfect fix for this but it'll take some bluffing on both our parts."
"What on Earth are you thinking darling?" Miranda asked curiously.
"Well as sole custodian for your girls and the fact Greg terminated his own rights willingly...well...oh fuck! This is so not how this was meant to be...well it means you can have your children adopted by a second parent without his approval. I suggest we tell him this process has already started."
"You want to adopt my children?" Miranda asked breathlessly.
"It could be Nigel, Emily, anyone you deem would be a suitable second parent. I love the girls Miranda; I would do anything to keep them and you safe and happy." Andy was hesitant, unsure of Miranda's reaction. "It also means that, God forbid, should anything happen to you they would be taken care of."
Miranda was dumbstruck. "Andréa my darling, how are you able to just suggest this? I could be struck down by a Town Car tomorrow and you would be stuck parenting..."
"I wouldn't be stuck doing anything, I would be honoured to act as a parent to two very precocious, incredible little girls. They would be a continual reminder every day of the most beautiful woman I have ever met, the woman who has made me happier in three days than I have ever been." Andy was blushing. "I understand your concerns Miranda, this is all so quick and so far out of left field, but what I told Max was true. I want forever with you if you'll allow it. I want to watch those two little imps grow into the wonderful women they will become."
"Andréa..." Miranda's words stalled as Andy interrupted.
"Just think about it, Miranda. It is not something that has to happen right now, Hell, it doesn't even have to happen. I just hope putting the idea in your ex-husbands head will be enough for Greg to back off from whatever madness he's been hit with."
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They sat in silence until they arrived in Harrison. Looking briefly towards Miranda she saw the editor deep in thought. "Sweetheart we're almost there," Andy told her gently.
Miranda shook her head and looked at the brunette in wonder. "Darling." She whispered. "Are you sure this will work?"
Andy flitted her eyes at the older woman, seeing her concern she spoke softly. "I have no idea, my love." She said honestly. "But right now it's the only thing I can think of without involving the authorities."
Miranda shuddered. "Oh, God! Can you imagine the press?"
Andy sighed. "It won't come to that." Andy pulled up to the house and got out of the car, walking around to the passenger side she opened the door for Miranda and handed her out.
"This has to work Andréa. I can't lose them." Miranda whispered. Squeezing her hand gently Andy walked them past the press and up to the front door. Taking a deep breath she knocked.
The door was opened quickly by Caroline who squeaked when they saw her mom and Andy. Pulling them into the house she launched herself at Miranda crying. "Mommy he found our cell and saw Cassie's texts to Andy. He threw me and Charity out of the room and shouted at her. I hate him." Caroline sobbed.
Andy knelt on the floor in front of the little redhead. "Baby, listen. I will sort this out but I need you to stay with your mom, okay? Can you take her somewhere quiet, the kitchen perhaps?" Seeing Caroline nod she stroked her hair. "Where are they, sweetie?" Caroline pointed to a door down the hall. "Give me a few minutes, I'll send Cass to you straight away." Andy smiled sadly as she got up and moved down the hall.
As she approached the door, she could hear Greg raging within the room. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and walked into the room. Greg spun around and fell silent in shock as he saw Andy. Cassidy seeing the young brunette launched herself into her arms. Rubbing circled on the young girl's back she attempted to soothe her. "Shh baby, it's okay," Andy whispered softly.
"Get the fuck out of my house." He demanded. "You're trespassing, I'll call the police."
"Do that Greg. And I will tell them how you are forcibly keeping Miranda's daughters from her. And watch your language."
"They aren't just Miranda's daughters." He seethed. "They're mine."
Andy raised her eyebrow. "Do you really want to go into technicalities now, with your daughter present?" Andy asked. Seeing him hesitate Andy looked down at the girl in her arms. "Cass baby, go on to the kitchen and send your mom to us. I need to speak with your dad. Okay?" Cassidy nodded and ran from the room.
"Now you look here, you can't just barge in here and throw your weight around." Greg sputtered.
"I was invited into this house by your other daughter. Frankly, this is the last place I want to be, it's cold in here. This place lacks the warmth and happiness of Miranda's." Andy smirked. "As for the technicalities, and the reason I am here, you have no rights over those girls Greg."
"What the fuck would you know?" Greg declared indignantly.
"Everything." Andy pulled out the copy of the custody agreement and Greg's Statement of Consent for the surrender of his parental rights. Andy walked past him and placed them on his desk. "According to this custody agreement, and I've seen my fair share of them over the years, you rescinded all rights to decide anything involving the twin's upbringing, and this includes their education, medical treatment or religious upbringing. Miranda has legal and physical custody; you voluntarily surrendered your parental rights to their mother. You're actually extraordinarily lucky Miranda has allowed visitation."
"You...you...but..." Greg sputtered as Andy looked at him with burning anger blazing in her eyes. Hearing the door snick open she unleashed her fury.
"I have major concerns over your parenting skills Greg," Andy told him, her anger colouring her tone of voice. "I heard you screaming at Cassidy as I came into this room. She does not need to be frightened in that way. She deserves unconditional love and emotional support from both parents. I know when I adopt those beautiful girls they will get whatever they require from me a second parent. I will gladly give them the world."
She could see Greg turning puce, the vein in his temple was throbbing as he attempted to get himself in control. Turning slightly he saw his ex-wife. "Miranda." He bristled. "You're honestly not going to let her get away with this?"
"Actually Gregory I am. Andréa loves my girls, they love her. We all want her in our lives. To be honest, you are a hypocrite. It's okay for you to have a much younger lover, Charity at the moment, Rebecca before her, Anna before that, numerous women that seem to get younger every year. But when I do the same, it's wrong? Would it be the same if Andy was a younger man or is it the fact I have found love with a woman?" Miranda asked gently.
Seeing him look embarrassed Andy knew the reason behind his anger. She sighed. "It's neither of those is it Greg?" Andy asked lightly. "You simply hate the fact Miranda has found someone she can love completely. You've finally realised what you lost, what you threw away all those years ago."
Shame filled Greg's eyes as Miranda looked at him curiously. "But Stephen?" She queried confused.
Andy caught her eye. "Stephen was never a threat, was he Greg?" She asked him blandly.
He looked down muttering quietly. "No, no threat at all. You didn't love him."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Gregory, I will always be grateful for the gift of our children but what we had...that love...well you destroyed that." She offered him a sad smile. "I'm taking my girls home. You should try to apologise to them but after today I don't expect they'll want to speak to you for a while." She turned and walked out of the room calling for the twins.
Greg caught Andy's gaze and tried to stare her down. Unwavering she offered him one of her brightest smiles. "That won't work on me Greg, I spent most the last year dealing with your ex-wife and frankly she's a lot more frightening than you."
Greg snorted. "Andy, isn't it?" Seeing her nod he continued. "I think she's met her match in you. Good luck with that, I think you're both going to need it." He handed her the twin's iPhone.
Andy's smile widened even further. As she turned to walk from the room, she called over her shoulder. "Merry Christmas Greg, no doubt we'll see each other again."
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