A/N: This was 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 read. All mistakes are my own. I want to thank those that continue to provide encouragement by commenting on my fics, each one of them is appreciated and they keep me smiling. Thank You!
Disclaimer: I do not 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.
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Chapter Twenty-Two:
Andy left the townhouse just after 9 am with the twins hanging off either hand, almost bouncing in excitement as they made their way to the local subway station on East 72nd Street, still demanding to know where they going. Andy smiled down at them gently and pulled them closer as they moved quickly down the steps to the subway.
Alighting after three stops, at Times Square and 42nd Street, Cassidy piped up. "B.M, are we going to Nintendo World?"
"B.M?" Andy grinned at the obvious abbreviation to Bonus Mom. "No honey, we have to walk a little towards Port Authority and get on the subway again."
"Mom doesn't usually let us ride the subway." Caroline smiled, her excitement sparkling clearly in her eyes.
"Well, it's the only way I know to get around," Andy stated. "And for me, it's easier than driving."
"I think it's cool," Cassidy stated as they reached Port Authority and managed to snag seats on the A Line.
"We have two stops, then we have to walk a little, but it's quicker than the bus," Andy stated.
"The bus?" Caroline looked up at her, and she saw wariness.
Chuckling, Andy ruffled the girl's hair. "Another time, perhaps."
The journey was quick and Andy gestured for them to stand as they pulled in at 14th Street. They meandered hand-in-hand along West 16th Street until they reached 11th Avenue and the twins slowed down as they reached Chelsea Piers, their destination.
"There are a few activities we can do today." Andy grinned as the twins cheered. "I thought we could start on Pier 61, the ice rinks, and then move to the bowling alley or the driving range," Andy advised.
"You're the best!" Cassidy claimed, fist bumping Caroline.
"I'm sure that opinion will change as you hit your teens," Andy claimed with a small chuckle.
"No way," Cassidy stated.
"Not a chance," Caroline declared.
"You're the coolest adult we know." They grinned as they looked up at her and Andy's heart clenched at the genuine love expressed in their eyes. "And you're choosing to be our other Mom."
"Come on." Andy looked around. "What do you think about hitting a few pitches at the batting cage before heading down to the rink?"
"Batting cages?" Caroline smiled happily at Cassidy.
"Yes. We can practice for the next softball season. We need to talk mom into letting us try out for the team." Cassidy looked up at Andy, batting her eyelashes adorably. "Maybe you can help us with that."
"We'll see." Andy led them into Pier 62 and purchased tokens for each of them, allowing them 50 balls each, the three of them were handed batting helmets and chose bats.
The twins insisted Andy should go up first. She entered cage two, which offered a Medium Pitched Baseball or Softball while the twins watched. She faced the mechanical pitcher which started spitting out balls and the twins laughed loudly as Andy swung wildly and missed, calling out strikes.
Andy's stride was off and her hands buzzed from the vibrations of having hit too many balls off the end of the bat. She was becoming annoyed with herself, knowing she could do this, her dad had taught her well. Taking a deep breath, Andy found her stride ten balls in and started to smash each one, swinging her bat levelly, crushing the baseball and then watching it soar. She found satisfaction in the thwack that rang out as the ball meeting the bat.
At the end of her 50 balls, Andy stepped from the cage, a wide smile on her face. "So, my little loves, who's next?"
"I will," Caroline stated.
"Have you ever done this before?" Andy asked. The twins shook their head. "Right then, I'll give you a few tips. The biggest difference between hitting in cages and hitting against a live person who is pitching to you is that you are never quite sure of the moment that the ball will be released. You can't see the windup, or the ball leaves the pitcher's hand, so, you're often a split second behind in your judgment." Andy frowned. "Maybe we should start slowly, in one of the other cages offering slow softballs, a few rounds in a slower cage will help you loosen up the muscles and focus your eyes."
"Whatever you think," Cassidy mumbled her agreement.
Andy waved them to two of the slow pitching cages and watched her new daughters as they batted, offering them the same advice, her own dad once gave her.
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Miranda had taken the morning to continue reading Andréa's journal. She moved through the entries, taking her through the brunette's time in India, Nepal and Thailand. She was amazed by the vivid descriptions and photographs included with the entries and found herself amazed by the strength and easy familiarity Andréa wrote with when describing her emotions. She had seen the entries becoming darker as she travelled through Thailand, from Bangkok to the South Islands.
12/15/2007 - Koh Chang - Thailand
Dear Miranda,
I've spent the last few days in my journal describing Koh Kood and Koh Chang. From the dense jungles, hiking trails and waterfalls covering the interior of the island to the offshore coral reefs.
I chose Koh Chang as this island is nowhere near as developed or bustling as Phuket and Samui and far less well known. I loved Bang Bao, the coastal village built on Piers. Today, spent on Hat Tha Nam, the lonely beach, was strange. There is a party scene here that has attracted backpackers from all around the world and even surrounded by people I felt alone, adrift in the world I am still trying to find meaning in.
This is my final day in Thailand before moving on to New Zealand and I spent it writing to you after receiving your email yesterday and I did some drawing, a self-portrait to be exact.
It was a day spent in deep reflection, unable to enjoy the company of my fellow travellers, no matter how much they attempted to draw me into their company.
This evening I found out my visa for Australia was approved. I can stay for up to a year on a working holiday and I am sorely tempted to fly into Sydney, but I'm still yet to decide what my next course of action should be.
I hope to continue freelancing no matter if I go to Australia or not. If I go, I may see out the full year, move from place to place. It's such a large country I'm sure there is a lot to see and experience.
And yet, New York seems to be calling to me more than ever though. You and the twins are calling to me. I miss you all very much...
...I love you all very much.
As I stated in your letter, you are loved, even from the vast distance between us, even though I know how improbable it is that you could ever return my feelings. I love you, Miranda and I love your precious daughters almost as much. The three of you hold my heart.
I wish I was there with you now.
I need to sleep soon, my chest feels tight and I need to be up in a few hours for my flight. Hopefully, New Zealand brings a fresh perspective. I live in hope, I have to.
Miranda glanced up at the clock and realised it was close to lunch, she stretched and stepped stiffly towards the kitchen. Moving efficiently, she made herself a sandwich and a searing hot coffee.
The house was quiet, too quiet really, especially after being surrounded by continuous noise and laughter over the last week. She marvelled over how things had changed and felt gratitude for every moment with her Andréa and the hope for many more to come.
She reflected on the love she experienced with the brunette, it was often overwhelming but she knew she did not want to be without it. Sitting at the breakfast bar, she hoped Andréa and her Bobbsey's were having fun and couldn't stop her smile at the thought she would hear all about it over dinner that evening.
Finishing her lunch, she moved to pour more coffee before looking in the fridge and pantry. Not finding anything tempting for dinner she made a decision. She would go grocery shopping and gather ingredients to make a hearty beef stew with fluffy dumplings, something to warm the cockles of her three loves after their day of fun.
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Andy and the twins had enjoyed their time ice skating and were sat drinking hot chocolate.
The three of them had flushed cheeks and had spent a lot of time laughing as both Caroline and Cassidy struggled to remain upright. They had ended up making a train, with Andy skating backwards holding onto Caroline's hands as Cassidy held on to her sister's waist.
"How did you learn to skate, B.M?" Cassidy asked.
Andy grinned at the new nickname, seriously tickled by it. "My sister, Jill and I used to skate at Northland Ice Centre in Cincinnati. It was the one thing we loved doing together. Jill did ice hockey for a while, and I did figure skating."
"Whoa, that's awesome." Caroline licked hot chocolate from her upper lip. "So, what now?"
"Well, we can go to the bowling alley or the driving range." Andy smiled. "What do you prefer?"
"Bowling," Cassidy stated at the same time Caroline answered. "Driving range."
"The range is on the way out, maybe we should do that before heading home?" Andy compromised. The twins nodded their agreement and they all stood to make their way to the bowling alley between piers 59 and 60.
The alley was loud, a cacophony of sounds from arcade games, loud pop music blaring from the speaker's, balls whirling as they rolled down the lanes and pins being knocked down. Andy loved the sound.
The staff tripped over themselves to help Andy and the twins upon spotting them, after recognising them from the Page Six exposure.
The place was virtually empty, with only a few other patrons scattered about across the 40 lanes, and as they were led to their booth the overly helpful staff member asked if they needed anything further.
"Can I have a drink, B.M?" Caroline asked hesitantly.
Andy smiled down at Caroline, pleased that they both seemed to be using the nickname. "Of course you can, Caro." She looked at the staff member, noticing the badge on her shirt. "Can we please have three diet cokes, Jasmine?"
The young woman nodded and rushed away. Andy saw her gesturing in their direction as she spoke to a man, who hurried off.
They started to bowl in earnest as a waitress arrived with their drinks and set them down. Cassidy was great, while Caroline struggled and once again, Andy found herself helping the quieter of the Priestly twins and easing her frustration. "Today is about having fun, Caro. It doesn't matter about winning or losing, it's just us being here together." Andy whispered as she stood behind the little redhead. She felt Caroline relax and stepped back to watch her bowl a strike. "Well done, my beautiful girl." Andy beamed with pride.
"It's harder than Wii Bowling," Caroline admitted.
"Yes it is, but we can do this again, and it will get easier over time," Andy promised as she stepped up and bowled a split.
"Really? Do you think mom would come too?" Caroline asked as Andy turned to get another ball.
"I'm sure of it," Andy reassured her. "Although I don't think she'd like the shoes very much." She grinned ruefully as she looked down at the red and blue bowling shoes they had hired.
Their games finished with Andy barely winning against Cassidy. Caroline had continued to make improvements as the games wore on.
Andy sat down, waiting as Caroline and Cassidy played air hockey against each other and found herself distracted by the view outside. She enjoyed the sound of the movement of the water and dock. She pulled her cell out and saw a text notification.
M.P: I love you, my darling. I am looking forward to you all coming home to me. x
Andy grinned and typed out a quick response to Miranda.
A.S: How many times must I tell you, I love you more? Are you aware that our daughters seem to have reverted to calling me B.M? Although I am enjoying our bonding time today, I must also admit to looking forward to coming home to you. Only ever to you. xoxo
The vibration in her hand had Andy looking down quickly and grinning at the one word answer.
M.P: Acceptable. x
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Miranda parked the Land Rover up outside Elias Clarke and stepped from it quickly. She was on a mission to find something stunning for her beloved to wear the following evening at the black and white ball, something worthy of her beauty, and at such short notice, there was only one place she may, perhaps, find what she wanted.
Clicking through the foyer, she saw the security guard drop a donut and gape at her as she whooshed past him. It was not her place to tell the guard not to eat at the front desk, but she would make her displeasure known next time she saw Eduardo as head of security.
Tapping her foot impatiently, Miranda waited for the elevator to land and as the doors opened, she stepped inside the metal box and winced. She hated the damn things but needs must.
She watched as the monitor showed her journey to Level 17 and as the elevator shuddered to a standstill, Miranda closed her eyes. The doors opened and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Stepping quickly from the elevator, she turned and moved sedately towards the closet, breathing in the silence of the usually hectic space. She knew she did not really have time to dally if she wanted to be home in time to greet her family and make a start on dinner. Opening the closet door and stepping inside, she felt a sense of peace surrounded by beautiful couture. The only feeling she'd ever experience that was similar was when surrounded by her beautiful Andréa.
Moving clothes on racks, she searched for suitable items that would enhance Andréa's beauty. Her eyes landed on an Alberta Ferretti One-Shoulder Grecian Gown. She pulled it off the rack and put it to one side. Continuing her search her hands met soft chiffon and she pulled a white, chiffon Azzaro column gown from the rack, she looked at the crystal embellished bateau neckline and belt and smiled. Either gown would complement her own black Valentino gown. They would look wonderful paired with the silver Christian Louboutin pumps she had given Andréa for Christmas.
Spinning around, she saw Nigel leaning against the door frame and smirked. "Good afternoon, Nigel."
"Miranda, what on Earth are you doing?" Nigel looked the two gowns critically.
"I could ask you the same thing." Miranda's voice was quiet.
"I was catching up on some work before the new year," Nigel stated. "I have a few ideas I wanted to discuss next week."
"Mm, I look forward to it," Miranda stated, pleased by Nigel's enthusiasm. "I am going to be attending the Black and White ball tomorrow evening with Andréa as my plus one. She needs a suitable gown." Miranda could see the shock in Nigel's eyes from her explanation.
"Well, either of those will work, especially the Azzaro." Nigel's smile widened. "I have always wanted to dress Six in a tux. Dolce and Gabbana did a wonderful white suit, I think it was Angelina Jolie who wore it, back in 2001 and I know we have some Yves Saint Laurent somewhere in here."
"No, no suit or tux, not this time, not with the press being what it is. Can you imagine the headlines about Andréa being the man in the relationship?" Miranda pursed her lips.
Nigel rubbed his jaw. "Maybe for your wedding then." He looked pointedly at the ring on Miranda's left hand.
Miranda's thumb ran over the blue heart unconsciously. "I would need to have Andréa agree to our nuptials first."
"She said no? But she was wearing a ring too?" Nigel was confused, sure he had not imagined it when Six visited Runway a few days before.
Miranda let out a deep breath. "She agreed but does not wish to rush headlong into anything. Something about not wanting me to realise it was a mistake and come to regret her."
"Oh, God." Nigel breathed. "Does she know you planned to follow her?" Miranda nodded and Nigel grinned. "Now she knows, you should ask her again."
"Do you think she'd honestly agree?" Miranda queried breathlessly.
"Yes, I do," Nigel stated. "Now, how about I help you bag these gowns up and you let Andy choose the gown she wants to wear?"
"Acceptable." Miranda smiled softly.
"My money's still on the Azzaro." Nigel gathered two garment bags and placed the gowns in carefully. "I look forward to seeing if I am right tomorrow night."
"She'll look sublime regardless," Miranda whispered, pulling out her cell as it chimed. She looked up at Nigel. "Can you help me carry those to the car?"
"Yes, Miranda." Nigel lifted the garment bags over his arm and made a sweeping gesture for Miranda to lead the way.
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Both the twins had been furious after leaving the bowling alley and being photographed by paparazzi, who shouted questions at the three of them about their day. Jasmine had been apologetic as she walked them out into the flash of cameras and it had taken Andy quite a while to cajole Cassidy into not returning to the bowling alley and tearing a strip of the shift manager for advising the press of their presence at the venue. They had ignored the press, and Andy kept a tight grip on the twin's hands in hers as she led them to the golf club on Pier 59. She had text Miranda to advise them that the press were at the Pier with them and she was waiting for a response.
"This has to be the coolest driving range on the planet!" Caroline exclaimed as she swung her driver at the little golf ball and watched it soar towards the Hudson River and onto the 200-yard, net-enclosed artificial turf fairway. She was a natural.
They had already taken advantage of the indoor putting green and had now chosen the top level driving range. The end of the range overlooked the river. To the left of them was a marina with large yachts and speedboats. The driving range itself was fully automated and each time Caroline and Cassidy hit a ball the next one came up on the end of the tee for them.
"Grip it and rip it!" Cassidy yelled as her ball soared and hit the netting. She'd heard an older man say the same thing, quoting Tin Cup.
Andy chuckled, happy that the twins were still seemingly enjoying themselves, even though it was a cold day. The heated stalls were no match for Mother Nature and although Andy felt the cold, the twins did not seem phased by it. Andy decided that it was worth braving the elements to see the girls so happy and carefree and the view of Jersey in the distance was something else. Feeling her cell vibrate, she pulled it out and saw Miranda's response.
M.P: Just say the word and I can be there to pick you up within thirty minutes.
Andy sighed. She didn't want to have Miranda traipsing around unnecessarily on a rare free day.
A.S: No, that's okay. I just thought I should warn you in case something appears on Page Six. We have one or two more stop before we head on home. I love you. xoxo
Looking up from her cell, Andy caught Caroline's eyes. "Are you guys ready to head off?" She asked.
Caroline smiled and nodded happily. "I'm hungry."
Andy looked at her watch and frowned. It was well past the twins usual lunch time and she was surprised neither of them had mentioned anything sooner. "Well, I can't have you going hungry. Come on, we shall find somewhere to eat, perhaps we can walk through the Chelsea Markets, and then we have one final stop before we head on home."
"Yes." Cassidy squealed as she drove her last ball to the back of the netted area once again. She turned to Andy and Caroline. "Did someone mention food, I'm starved." She grinned as Andy rolled her eyes.
"Come on then, my imps. Let's let you both fed." Andy held her hands out and they happily made their way out of the gold club and pushed their way through the throng of paparazzi as camera's once again flashed and questions were shouted.
Andy frowned as she pulled the twins closer and shoulder barged past one persistent reporter who shoved a Dictaphone under her nose. Giving the young reporter a glare worthy of Miranda, she was gratified to see the woman in question step back quickly.
"What are your plans for the rest of your day, Andy?" Someone shouted.
"Lunch and a movie," Andy shouted. "If you insist on following, we'll be at the Chelsea Clearview after we've eaten, we're watching Alvin and the Chipmunks" Andy smirked as many of the reporters rushed away. "Now, if you'll excuse us, it's time for lunch." She took the twins hands and continued to walk back towards West 16th Street and to the Chelsea Markets.
As they reached the markets, Andy felt Caroline tugging on her hand. "Are we really going to see the Alvin and the Chipmunks?" She asked.
"No, honey. I just thought I'd give those reporters a fake trail to follow." Andy grinned as Cassidy giggled.
"No wonder mom loves you, you're really smart as well as pretty," Cassidy claimed.
Andy laughed loudly as she was tugged into the Market, the home of the Food Network.
They roamed through the market easily and found many of the stalls offered tasty morsels for them to try. Andy wasn't able to resist the call of the Fat Witch brownie and purchased some to take home for their evening dessert. They finally stopped at Amy's Bread place and picked up some pizza, Andy grabbed a hot coffee while the twins enjoyed some Ronnybrook Farms choco milk.
Suitably replenished after their busy morning Andy led them once again to the subway at 14th Street. This time they jumped on the E line and got off at Lexington Avenue and 53rd Street. They walked through busy foot traffic for a few minutes, towards 60th Street and 3rd Avenue, until they reached their final destination, Dylan's Candy Bar. Looking down, Andy saw the excitement in both sets of eyes.
"This is so cool." Caroline's eyes blazed with happiness.
Dylan's was a kind of a modern-day Willy Wonka with candy as the theme. From the minute they walked in the door they saw candy of every shape and variety. The store was inviting with all the vibrant splashes of colour, there was a giant lollipop tree in the centre of the room and candy patterns on the walls and candies embedded under the Perspex flooring on the stairs. Andy found herself humming the Oompa Loompa song from the original Willy Wonka film as the twins dragged her around.
The twins were having a field day loading up bags with scoops of candy while Andy, as a fan of jelly belly, but not all flavours, found a bean dispenser where she could pick her favourite flavours, it was fantastic. Andy grabbed some Goo Goo Clusters, something she hadn't seen for ages. Andy knew her 10-year-old daughters would love the $10 giant blue gumballs and picked up one each to go with their bag of candy and then she saw the best thing, Harry Potter chocolate frogs that came with collectable wizard cards.
They all enjoyed making fruit and marshmallow kebobs to dip in the chocolate fountain and watching the Fudge-makers at work downstairs. Andy bought some fudge for Miranda. As they moved back upstairs, Andy fell in love with a red Pixi Stix tank, she just had to have it and Cassidy asked if she could spend some of her allowance on some onesie pyjamas with the footsies covered in colourful candy. Caroline grinned and picked up her own onesie to match.
Their final stop had them going to the third floor and sitting on peppermint stools to eat huge sundaes with vanilla ice cream, cookie dough ice cream, frozen chocolate cookie dough balls, caramel sauce, hot fudge sauce and whipped cream.
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Miranda sat in her study, trying to concentrate on the final pages of Andréa's journal that outlined her time in Auckland and the Coromandel Peninsula in New Zealand. She had finally got to the part where she wrote about Cassidy's email.
12/20/2007 - Bay of Islands - New Zealand.
Dear Miranda
Today I drove three-hours north of Auckland, to the beautiful Bay of Islands where I set up base in Paihia. The area is one of the most popular vacation destinations in the country due to the 144 or so islands dotting the bay.
Penguins, dolphins and whales live in the waters here so I spent the morning, having set off from the city at 6 am, kayaking along the coast and this afternoon I managed to swim with dolphins before visiting the Treaty House at Waitangi Treaty Grounds. Locals say it is the place which marks the beginning of New Zealand as a nation.
Tomorrow I plan to hike one of the island trails, visit Cape Brett or Haruru. I may even attempt parasailing, there's a local company offering at experience at 1300ft. It sounds awesome. I have some emails to sort through, so I'll write more in a short while.
Miranda took a deep breath and settled into the chair, crossing her legs as she turned the page to find the continuation of the entry. She was stunned to see the block capitals.
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DEAR MIRANDA
I AM COMING HOME!
I'M RETURNING FOR YOU, IF YOU WANT ME, AND TO MY BEAUTIFUL IMPS, WHO HAVE FINALLY TOLD ME THEY ASKED YOU TO BRING ME HOME. THEY WANT ME TO RETURN TO YOU ALL.
THIS DECISION FEELS SO RIGHT BECAUSE I'M FINALLY FOLLOWING MY HEART.
NO MATTER HOW I FEEL I WILL NEVER FORCE MY PRESENCE ON YOU IF I SEE ANY INDICATION IT IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT. I WILL BE HAPPY TO BASK IN YOUR PRESENCE FOR AS LONG AS YOU ALLOW IT.
BUT I AM ALSO ABSOLUTELY PETRIFIED.
I WANT SO MUCH TO BE ABLE TO BARE MY SOUL TO YOU, MIRANDA. TO TELL YOU JUST HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME, HOW WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART IT IS YOU AND THE TWINS IT BEATS FOR.
I AM COMING HOME!
I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN FROM HERE, BUT I CAN'T STAY AWAY ANY LONGER. THIS LAST FEW MONTHS HAVE BEEN EXCEEDINGLY HARD.
THIS TIME TOMORROW I WILL BE ON MY FLIGHT AND I'LL LAND AT JFK AT 6:55 AM ON SATURDAY.
THAT GIVES ME ALMOST THREE DAYS TO PREPARE TO FACE YOU. I'LL BE THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT THE TWINS WANT, THE IMPOSSIBLE THING YOU BELIEVED YOU COULD NOT PROVIDE.
IF ONLY YOU HAD TOLD ME. YOU INFURIATING WOMAN!
OH SHIT! I AM COMING HOME!
Miranda smirked. She'd found the brunette's words and language quite colourful at times as she wrote out her deepest thoughts and fears. This showed Andréa's whirling panic after making the snap decision to come home, booking the flight as soon as she heard her presence was wanted. It was a decisive move that showed her deepest desire.
Her head popped up when she heard the front door open. Standing quickly, Miranda laid the journal to one side and stepped quickly into the hallway. She smiled at the sight of Cassidy clinging to Andréa's back, while Caroline rested in both arms, against her chest, her mouth open as she slept peacefully. Andréa carried a handful of bags and her keys in one hand. Meeting them in the hall, she pulled Cassidy off Andréa's back, offering her daughter a kiss on her head as she settled her onto her hip. They moved upstairs and Miranda led them to the living room, where Andréa could lay her precious cargo down.
"Did you have fun?" Miranda asked Cassidy quietly as she watched Andréa remove Caroline's jacket and shoes.
Cassidy gave her a sleepy smile. "It was so cool. B.M told the paparazzi we were going to the movies and they all scattered. Instead, we went to Dylan's." The little redhead yawned and Miranda pulled her jacket off and set her down next to her sister, pulling her sneakers, from her feet. She watched as Cassidy moved to spoon around her sister's back protectively and her breathing deepened as she settled into sleep.
Miranda raised an eyebrow at Andréa, who grinned happily as she placed the bags down on a chair. "It seems you have tired my Bobbsey's out."
"It was a really good day, Miranda. The twins were great. Did you get your work done?" Andréa asked.
"It was done fairly quickly, so I spent the day reading. Come, the twins will nap for an hour. I think we can find something to do in that time down in the study." Miranda held her hand out and found it clasped warmly. Looking up into Andréa's eyes, she whispered. "I am so glad you came home to us."
It had only been a few hours but Miranda had missed Andréa. Her voice, her scent, everything about the brunette captivated her and left her yearning for more.
Butterflies in her stomach fell like a wholly inadequate description to what she felt as she led them both to her study. With her heart pounding in her chest, Miranda eased Andréa down so she was prostrate on the sofa. A smile grew on her lips without conscious thought as she hovered over her, the brunette's curves encased in denim and cotton. Miranda gazed down at her hungrily as she moved closer, slipping her own leg between Andréa's thighs. Andréa wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer until they were breast to breast. Looking up into her eyes, she saw her future staring back at her.
Tilting her head, Miranda swooped in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, lips against lips, and a way of reconnecting. Andréa seemed to savour the moment with her eyes closing. There was a hunger to Andréa's lips, taking her lower lip between hers and nipping it softly. Miranda moaned into the intoxicating touch. They broke for air and Miranda's lips began to trace teasing kisses down her neck, her tongue flicking against the skin where only moments ago her lips had been. Andréa shuddered against her and let out a sigh. She continued to kiss Andréa's neck as her hands roamed under her t-shirt, lightly brushing the skin of her stomach and up to her ribs. Her mouth moved up toward Andréa's jawline to find her lips again before slowly gliding her tongue over her lips asking permission for more.
Andréa moved her hand, cupping Miranda's cheek as she snared her teasing mouth with her own, parting her lips slightly to give Miranda what she craved. Their kisses were electric and the air around them seemed to crackle as their tongues danced. Their bodies moved against each other, breasts and thighs rubbing. She broke the kiss again and trailed her tongue down Miranda's neck, nipping at her pulse point. Miranda arched into her touch and moaned. She could sense Andréa's smile against her. The taste of the younger woman, the scent of vanilla as she nuzzled her skin was its own aphrodisiac and Miranda was incapable of resisting.
Andréa kissed her as if she knew everything about her. Kisses that took her breath away and made her heart race. Kisses with so much passion and meaning that if she let herself get carried away they would end up unravelling on the wide sofa they were entangled upon. Unable to stop, Miranda pushed her thigh harder into the brunette causing her to moan. Andréa's eyes held so much passion and pleasure, they left her mesmerized.
"Harder," Andréa moaned against her lips.
Miranda loved hearing Andréa moan like that, but it was her eyes that gave away how much she was enjoying the moment. They widened and she tightened her grip on the back of her neck as she tensed. Miranda felt her own body begin to lose control as she pushed them both towards orgasm. She stopped kissing Andréa and looked into her eyes. Gazing into those beautiful hazel eyes she could see all the desire and love that had grown between them. Andréa wrapped her legs around her and held her in place for a few minutes.
"God, I love you," Miranda whispered. It still amazed her that she got to tell her such things. She loved how perfectly they seemed to fit together and knew nothing in life would ever come close to this feeling. Miranda pulled back further and was provided with a flash Andréa's megawatt smile. It was the smile that made her fall in love with the brunette, the smile that brightened her world. Her hand caressed the side of Andréa's face, letting her fingers dance upon her full bottom lip before moving up and brushing a stray curl from her face. Her fingertips moved to the back of Andréa's neck. She watched as the woman below closed her eyes as she massaged gently.
"I love you more," Andréa stated cheekily.
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