Title: Some Dreams Do Come True
Rating: MA
Word Count: 4195
Summary: This story does not follow the move. In this story Miranda is about 35 and the twins are five. Andy's real name is Amelia but she still goes by Andy. Andy is the same age as in the movie.
Change of story just a bit. Thanks to TIGGRAIN's comment I realized that my Amelia/Andy needed to be from Genovia! My old mind just isn't as sharp as it use to be. : ) So the country has changed, and it is more fun this way. I can play with Amelia/Andy and the citizens of Genovia more than I could have with a real country. Thanks again to jhada for giving me the prompt to write this story and without her suggestions this chapter would not have been as fun as it is. Let me know if you agree! ;).
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to DWP. I just love playing with them.
Miranda held out her hand to Emily as she walked off the elevator.
Emily slowed and stammered, 'Uhh-umm."
Miranda lowered the sunglasses down her nose and peered over the top glaring at Emily. "Information on this Princess Valentino wants to showcase his Paris line."
"Uhm… yes, well you see."
Miranda exhaled loudly as she entered her office. She dropped her bag and coat in the chair in front of her desk. She rounded the desk not paying attention to her assistant.
"Do you think you could speak before the end of the day?"
Words ran out of Emily's mouth knowing Miranda would be upset. "There is very little information on her and uhmm no pictures."
Miranda sat at her desk as she looked at one of the papers that was fanned out on top of it. She peered over the top of her glasses. "Get me Valentino."
Emily stood staring at her boss. "V-Valentino?"
Miranda glared.
"Yes, Miranda right away."
Emily turned and quickly left the office. She was on the phone for less than three minutes when she announced from her desk that she had Valentino on the line.
"Valentino, dear."
"Miranda! My amare. What may I do for you?"
Miranda grinned, "I called about this exotic model you want to have showcase your line in Runway. I have tried to find information on her including a picture for the article that will accompany the pictures. She has not been a very public person."
"Miranda, she and her family are very private, and her Grandmother is very protective. I do not think any pictures of her have ever been published. She is a sweet girl. Very pulchra. You will love her Miranda amare. I will bring her with me."
Miranda frowned. She hated putting Runway in danger but she had worked with Valentino long enough to know he would never do her, Runway, or his collection wrong. She took a deep breath, wished Valentino a safe trip, and hung up the phone.
Miranda was not happy. The last time she had felt this out of control was before her takeover of Runway.
She rubbed her eyes and the bridge of her nose. She felt a headache coming on, but she trudged on.
She meet with the board and informed them of the Valentino issue with the Princess, and the article about fashion in Genovia and throughout Europe.
Then finished the morning at lunch with Irv. The little man had irritated her core from the first day they meet. She always wore her highest heels the days she meet with the board and/or Irv. She liked the way he always seemed too cower in the corners like the rodent he was when she stood over him.
The afternoon proved to be moderately productive as the walk through for the December issue seemed to run smoothly. That is except for the conversation Miranda had with Nigel afterward.
"Miranda, is everything okay with you?" Nigel inquired.
Miranda looked up at the balding man. Such a shame he should already be going bald. Bad genes he inherited from the males in his family from as far back as he knew.
She tilted her head, running her finger over her bottom lip. "Okay?"
Nigel ran his fingers through his hair. "I do not know what it is, but there is something different about you ever since we returned from Paris."
"Different?"
Nigel chuckled, "Don't use that tone with me girl. Remember I knew you long before…the Dragon Lady came about."
Miranda smiled and nodded.
"I am serious Miranda, are you okay?"
Miranda looked down at the fabric swatches laying in front of her, waved a hand in the air, and dismissed Nigel.
"I am very busy, that will be all."
Nigel knew he would not get anywhere with his longtime friend, so he turned and started for the office door, but before he left he turned and addressed Miranda one last time. "You know if you need to talk I am just down the hall."
Miranda nodded not looking up.
Miranda yawned. God she was tired. She look at the time on her laptop. Five! Five o'clock at night and Miranda Priestly was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. That was impossible. She yawned again as her perfectly manicure nails played on her lips. She could not be coming down with something. Valentino was due in two weeks, and she had to have everything ready, perfect for him.
Miranda stood up, picked up her phone and announced, "Coat, bag."
Emily jumped. Bloody hell, she thought. Did time slip away from her. She glanced at the computer.
Miranda marched through the outer office. "The Book better be early tonight."
Emily ran for the closet and barely got Miranda's coat on her before she entered the elevator.
At home Miranda sat in the girl's playroom listening to the two five year olds playing 'Let It Go' on their violins.
She mused, two years ago they were just starting out and playing, 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. They were growing way to fast.
Miranda frowned and a hand absently went to her abdomen. She so wanted another child, but her and relationships just did not work.
Miranda smiled at the girls as they started another song for her.
Their Father, Greg was smart, handsome, and sweet, but the two of them together was volatile. Their last night together the girls were only two and the fight had gotten so out of control it scared them. The next day Miranda and Greg sat at the Family table and decided they needed to split, for every ones sake.
Tears came to Miranda's eyes and before they could fall she stood up. "Mommy needs to go to the bathroom. You keep playing I will be right back." She practically ran out of the room.
Standing in front of the mirror the hot tears stung her eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? Her emotions were out of hand. She splashed cold water on her face, and reined herself under control before she was away from the girls for too long and they started looking for her.
Two Weeks Later:
Miranda awoke with a start. Sitting straight up in bed her stomach rumbled. Her eyes went wide as she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
She was breathing heavy and sweat beads littered Miranda's forehead and the back of her neck. She felt weak as another bought of dry heaves racked her body, having already emptied the entire contents of her stomach.
Once the vomiting was over she flushed the toilet, grabbed a cloth off the rack, and ran cold water over it. She gargled with some mouth wash and wiped her face and neck with the cloth.
Sitting on the commode she ran her hand over her forehead, and massaged her eyes. She rubbed her stomach and sighed. What was going on? Today was the big shoot for Valentino and she was to meet the obscure Princess.
Miranda scowled. She had Emily working overtime to find a picture of the elusive girl to no avail. Miranda knew Emily went home every night thinking she would come to work the next day and be fired because she could not produce one simple picture.
With her head in her hands Miranda moaned, she was hungry. Starving.
She headed down the stairs and to the kitchen. Looking at the clock she opened the refrigerator door. Nothing, nothing caught her eye.
Then she grinned, up in the freezer hidden in the back was a pint of tiramisu gelato. Yummmm.
She grabbed a spoon and sat on one of the stools at the island, and began spooning the decadent dessert into her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored every bite as it melted in her mouth and ran down her throat. After her third bite Miranda stopped eating, opened her eyes, and stared at the container. The spoon still hung between her lips when she started to put all the pieces together.
She was tired all the time, and not just because between Runway and girls she hardly ever slept. The nausea. Now the vomiting, and the cravings. Was she going crazy? She thought once again, winched, and closed her eyes, her last period was sometime before Paris. Miranda groaned again.
Miranda gasped, that is impossible she whispered to herself.
She slowly put the container down and pulled the spoon out of her mouth. There is no way. She shook her head. I haven't been with anyone. Anyone except…Amelia. A woman.
She continued to stare at the container. Her breathing increased. How? Was it possible? Her and Amelia? If it was, how would she ever find the elusive beauty?
Tears began to fall. Miranda was all alone with five year old twins and now…what now? She wasn't even sure. She could not believe it to be possible.
Miranda stood by the door waiting for Roy to pull up.
"Miranda, are you okay?"
Miranda jumped and turned, "Oh Cara it's you. Uhm.. no, I am fine." Miranda straightened up, "Big day at Runway, and Roy is late." She hissed.
Cara smiled, nodded, and headed back to the kitchen.
Miranda pulled out her phone but before she could dial the black Lincoln Town car pulled up.
She marched outside and as she was getting into the car she lowered her sunglasses and glared at Roy, "You are late!"
As Roy closed the door he looked at his watch. 'I am a half hour early.' He shook his head and climbed in.
"Stop at a pharmacy."
Roy paused, "Excuse me Miranda? Do you need Emily to pick something up for you?"
Miranda glared again, "How many times do I have to repeat myself?"
Roy frowned, "Yes Miranda."
Roy pulled up to the first pharmacy they came too.
"What do you need me to pick up for you?" Roy attempted to say, but before he could finish Miranda was out of the car and walking into the building.
Roy stared in shock. What in the world is going on? He had been driving for Miranda since she was promoted to Editor in Chief, and Miranda Priestly had never walked into a pharmacy that he knew of. Quickly he sent off a txt to Emily. 'Dragon Lady in rare form today. Will be in early.' Roy valued his job way too much to elaborate further.
Emily picked up her phone, and cringed. She immediately sent out messages to everyone, especially the people involved in the Valentino shoot that day.
Miranda felt so out of place as she wandered the isles. Hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up and she imagined everyone was looking at her, whispering behind her back. Thankfully it was early enough in the morning, and she had only spotted two people besides herself in the store.
She could not believe she was doing this. Miranda Priestly picking up a home pregnancy test! She rolled her eyes at herself. Finding one she walked up to the counter and the small girl with large black haired behind it stared at her. Miranda just glared back behind her glasses. It must have worked, because the girl snapped to and rung up the item. Luckily Miranda had change with her. The last thing she wanted to do was pay for it with her American Express Black card.
Miranda practically jumped out of the Town Car when it pulled up to the curb. Roy did not even have a chance to open the door for her.
Her pace was so fast people were having a difficult time moving out of the way for her.
She stormed off the elevator to her office not saying a word to Emily.
Once inside her office she dropped her coat and bag, and carried her small package into her private bathroom with her.
Emily was left in the dust, standing at her desk with her mouth hanging open.
"Blood hell," she whispered to herself.
She immediately grabbed her phone and looked around the corner trying to see what Miranda was doing in her office.
She could not decide if she should go in and retrieve Miranda's coat and bag and properly hang them in the closet or not.
"Nigel, she is acting strange even for her. I do not know what is going on but you better be sure the shoot is ready and there will be no problems, because she looks as if she will blow at any minute."
Nigel laughed, "Emily, calm down. You are always so dramatic! Besides everything will be just fine. Valentino and the Princess will be here at ten, and the studio is all ready, Victor is already here and double checking the equipment."
Emily screamed, "What? Where is Patrick? She is not going to be happy!"
"Emily, Will you stop it! Everything is fine. Patrick is ill, and Victor is just as good if not better than his Father."
"I hope you are right." Emily hung up the phone.
She peered once again into Miranda's office she had not seen any movement or heard any noise since Miranda had gone in.
She took a risk and snuck inside the office quietly calling out, "Miranda I am just going to get your coat and bag and place them in the closet."
She did not hear or see anything. 'Miranda must be in her bathroom.' She thought to herself. 'I hope she is not sick.' Emily had never seen Miranda sick.
Miranda stood in the bathroom holding the plain brown paper bag in her hand, and closed her eyes. This is ridicules, there is no way I could be. She tried to tell herself.
She took a deep breath, and, then opened them looking into the mirror. 'Just do it then you can relax knowing you were worried about nothing, and the throwing up this morning was just one of those things.' She told herself.
She opened the bag, and pulled out the long box.
Opening it she pulled out the long stick. She scowled, 'How the hell am I supposed to pee on this tiny thing?'
Miranda paced the tiny bathroom as the seconds ticked away until she would be able to read the test. Her fingers played with her belt, her neckless, and smoothed the fabric of her dress. Nervous habits she use to sooth herself.
The time was up and she cautiously looked at the test. She sighed, 'It is positive.' Miranda shook her head, no it must be a bad test, probably expired.
She looked around for where she threw the box. Looking at the label she sighed again.
As she looked at the test once again one of her hands protectively covered her abdomen.
She took a deep breath, and thought, what will the paparazzi do with this bit of information? My life will be sprayed all over page six. Again.
She looked into the mirror and smiled, she did not care what they thought she was going to have a baby.
Just than a knock came at the bathroom door.
Just a few minutes before:
Nigel strolled into the outer office. "Is Miranda in her office? It is time to go to the studio, Valentino will be here any minute."
Emily sat at her desk her face pale. "I think she has been in her bathroom ever since she got here."
Nigel snorted, "Do not be ridicules Emily. She is probably on the couch going through the article that is going to accompany the spread. I put it on her desk first thing this morning so she could read it. I am sure she has penned in plenty of additional questions for the Princess. I just hope the Princess knows something about her country, and is not just a pretty thing that will inherit the throne from her Grandmother the Queen."
Emily snapped her head toward Nigel, "Grandmother? Queen?"
Nigel grinned, "Think you might drop by and make an appearance?"
Emily grimaced, "No! Miranda would turn me into an icicle then fire me if she caught me peeking in on the shoot."
Nigel giggled, "I will see if I cannot find some kind of excuse for you to stop by."
Emily's eyes grew, and sparkled, "Nigel, could you? Please?"
Nigel stuck his head in Miranda's office.
"Miranda?"
He looked around, the dragon could not be found. He eyed the closed bathroom door. No way could Miranda have left the office without Emily seeing her. So he took a chance.
"Miranda, are you in there? It is time to go to the studio, Valentino will be here any minute."
Miranda looked quickly to the door as if Nigel had caught her in the act. She laughed to herself, checked her makeup, smoothed her dress, and popped the test back into its box and bag, placing it in a drawer for her to retrieve later to throw way where no one would find it.
Without answering Miranda opened the door almost slamming it into Nigel's face. "Really, Nigel I know what time it is. Do you have to know where I am at and what I am doing every minute of the day?"
Miranda marched out of the office. "Nigel, I thought we were in a hurry."
Nigel jumped, and sprinted after his boss.
He managed to just get ahead of her as they reached the studio, and pulled the door open for her.
As Miranda walked in she stopped short. "Victor."
The photographer turned, and smiled. "Miranda."
He walked over to her to give the complementary air kiss and slight hug. "My Father sends his condolences. He has been sick in bed with a high fever for two days now."
Miranda took a breath, and got herself under control quickly. She gave Victor one of her tight public smiles.
"That is too bad Victor. I was really looking forward to him photographing the Princess in Valentino's latest. Give him my best. I am glad you were able to come in his place."
"We, would never let you down Miranda." Victor nervously replied.
Miranda nodded, and began walking around the room checking to make sure everything was ready for Fashion Royalty and his Princess.
Nigel followed close behind. After a few minutes Nigel spoke up. "Are you okay Miranda?"
Miranda turned and eyed Nigel, then continued walking. "Do I look sick Nigel?'
Nigel coughed, "No."
"Then why do you ask?"
"Well, you are how should I put it. Glowing, and Emily said you were in the bathroom all morning. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling all right."
Miranda maneuvered some of the props for the shoot.
"So Emily is now monitoring what I do every minute of day." She did not ask a question just made the statement.
Ops, so much for Emily getting in to see the shoot, and the Princess. He would have to find a way to make it up to her.
"No Miranda."
Miranda nodded, the conversation was over.
The two turned just as the door to the studio opened, and Valentino walked in.
"Miranda, my amicum!" Valentino walk over to the Fashion Queen grabbing her in a slight hug, air kissing both cheeks. "You look fabulosa!"
Miranda smiled, "Thank you."
Miranda looked around, "So where is our mysterious Princess?"
Valentino chuckled, "Ah you cannot wait to meet her can you? Someone grabbed her outside the door, and took her into the closet to put her first gown on. I know we are late, and I did not want to take any more of your time than we had to."
Miranda frowned, would she ever meet this woman or was the world trying to keep the two of them apart?
Miranda had her head bent going over the plans for the shoot with Nigel and Victor.
She had been very pleased with the videos sent by Giancarlo of the show from Paris Fashion Week, and the fact that Valentino was allowing American Runway to feature this collection instead of Paris Runway was a major accomplishment on Miranda's part.
As she studied the two gowns she favored, she imagined how they would look on Amelia, but the more she thought about the woman with the deep brown eyes, and the predicament she found herself in, the more frustrated she became. The fact she had no idea who the woman was or how to find her disturbed Miranda, and now the pregnancy how could it have happened?
"Miranda."
Miranda startled.
"Miranda, what has gotten into you?"
Nigel curled his hands into fist, and propped them on his hips.
Miranda slowly raised her head pulling her glasses off, and glared at the man as she lowered her lids. Just as she was about to comment on his remark the small group heard Valentino call out.
"Oh my amare, you look magnifico!"
The three pairs of eyes all turned in the direction that Valentino's hands were pointed at. The vision before them was stunning.
There stood Amelia in Valentino's burgundy gown with sheer laced top, a part of his red collection. Her dark brown hair was slicked back into a neat bun. Her eyes a smoky brown; and lips were full, dark, and luscious. Sex oozed from her body.
Nigel and Victor were beaming.
Miranda somehow was able to maintain her Ice Queen façade, but inside she was fuming.
'Princess? The Woman was a Princess? Did she think she could pull one over on Miranda because she was a princess? Obviously the girl had no idea who she was dealing with, but how could a European Princess have no idea who Miranda Priestly was?'
She was getting angrier the more she mulled it around her head.
Miranda strolled over to the girl as Valentino was giving Amelia a hug and kiss.
Miranda's eyes scanned the dress and the woman wearing it.
The lines of the dress flowed easily up to the cinched waist, and hugged the chest seductively. Miranda traced the outline of Amelia's breast remembering the way they felt pressed up against hers. Soft, warm, and full. Miranda closed her eyes for a split second, and almost moaned.
Valentino stood back "Ah my two most exquisite amicums finally get to meet. Miranda my dear meet our beautiful model, Princess Amelia of Genovia."
Amelia quickly looked at her family's longtime friend, "Valentino you know I only go by Andy." Then she turned her attention back to the stunned Editor.
"Imo, imo, such a pity Amelia is such a beautiful name. Andy I am so happy to introduce you to my good friend Miranda, Editor in Chief of American Runway.
Miranda locked onto Amelia's eyes. Lighting struck at the connection. Both woman could feel it, making them wet. That night in Paris ran through both of their heads. At the same time they both took a deep breath, and licked their lips.
Amelia's smile illuminated her face. She stepped forward, and took the silver haired Editor in her arms huskily moaning her name, "Miiiranda."
There were gasps from the employees in the room.
'Someone was touching Miranda.'
Amelia's left hand rubbed circles on Miranda's back as the right caressed Miranda's side sliding dangerously close to her hip.
"I have found you once again my love. I missed you so much." Amelia whispered into Miranda's ear.
Miranda's body trembled as it contested her will of control, but she fought back, and her body grew stiff in the young woman's embrace.
Amelia felt the change in Miranda, and she stood back. As Amelia regarded Miranda she saw hurt, and resentment in the crystal blue eyes, and she frowned.
Miranda gave Amelia her iciest glare, and took a step back.
"Amelia…so nice to finally meet you. You are a very elusive woman." Miranda almost sneered.
"But Miranda we have…"
Miranda attempted to smile but even the Dragon Lady could not warm the air that hung so heavily between the two women.
"Yes, it is getting late, and we need to get this shoot going. Nigel I'll be in my office. Valentino so nice to see you again." She gave him a hug, an air kiss, and then she was off.
Everyone stared after her as the door shut, and they listened to the familiar click of her heels on the marble flooring.
Nigel ran his hands through the thinning hair on his head wondering what had happened to turn Miranda into her ultra-ego the Ice Queen.
Victor was just glad it had not been directed toward him. He had heard stories from his Father, and they were not good. His Father swore ice crystals would float through the air from her icy stare.
Amelia had been so glad to see her silver haired beauty. She missed Miranda so, and had no idea how to find her after that magical night.
When Valentino said he was going to introduce her to Thee Miranda Priestly she had no idea it was going to be her Miranda.
Amelia called out to Miranda as she walked away, but Miranda either did not hear or had not wanted to.