Title: Some Dreams Do Come True

Rating: MA

Word Count: 1269

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.

Fire and Ice. who do you think will win? Does it matter who wins as long as they end up together? Comments are so welcomed! The next chapter is done and just needs to be brushed up. Enjoy! : )

All errors spelling, grammar are all mine. If you wish to correct me please feel free. English maybe my first language, but math and science were my specialty in school! : )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to DWP. I just love playing with them.

Andy marched in the direction Nigel had pointed out to her.

How dare the woman walk out on her. She did not care who Miranda was, she could even cancel the article in her magazine, but Andy was going to get to the bottom of this.

Andy slowed her step as she neared the office. If Miranda wanted to play 'cold' Andy would accommodate her.

Andy strolled into the outer office head held high. She looked first at the empty desk on her right than to her left, where a tiny red head had jumped out of her chair. Before Emily could say anything Andy glared at her, there was fire in her eyes.

Emily's mouth fell open, and she quickly sat in her chair not saying a thing.

Andy smirked at the girl, turned her head, and caught sight of Miranda's office.

Emily's phone rang and she picked it up, but before she could say anything she heard Nigel, "Emily, the Princess is on her way there and I would suggest you not block her way."

"She's already here", Emily whispered and ended the call.

Andy stood at the door and studied the exquisite silver haired woman.

Miranda was standing at the large window that over looked the New York skyline. She had one hand wrapped around her middle fiddling with her belt, and the other held a Starbucks cup to her lips. There was a shimmer to the pale skin from the light rays that filtered through.

Andy was struck dumb, her legs refused to move. Her insides burned not from anger but a strong desire to take the woman. God she wanted Miranda, just the sight of her blew all of Andy's rage out of her mind. Andy's fingers ached to touch Miranda, and her lips tingled at the thought.

Andy took the few steps required into Miranda's office, and silently closed the door.

"Miranda."

Miranda shivered but did not move from her place at the window. She had known Amelia was there from the minute the Princess had walked into her outer office. The air became lighter, and warmed considerably.

The minute she felt Andy's presence Miranda's body responded. Her core tingled and she knew she was wet. Even though it was impossible Miranda thought she felt the baby move.

Her desire for the woman was strong, but Miranda was still angry that Amelia had left her that night without a word. Even more so, she was angry, not about that she found herself pregnant, but how she became this way, and the fact she knew Amelia had to have something to do with it. There would be no way Amelia could explain it to make Miranda forgive or forget.

Andy took a deep breath, and tried once more, "Miranda."

Miranda slowly turned, and scrutinized Amelia. Miranda's eyes started at Amelia's feet and slowly followed her legs up to her abdomen, over her breasts (where they linger far too long), up her creamy neck, past her mouth, and landed, locked on her brown eyes.

Miranda was mesmerized.

The women regarded each other.

Miranda moved to her desk, and sat her cup down. "I do not remember having an appointment set up with you."

Miranda sat in her chair, and entangled her fingers protectively over her abdomen.

Her eyes cold blue in contrast to Andy's warm brown ones.

"I am a very busy woman. I will have Emily show you out."

Miranda maintained her contact with the one woman who had captured her soul. Only she knew nothing about her, she knew not if she could trust her.

"I am not leaving until we talk." Andy responded.

Miranda arched an eyebrow, "Talk? By all means what would we have to talk about?"

Andy scowled, her eyes were burning holes into Miranda.

Miranda knew she had to get the woman out of her office before she fell under Amelia's spell once again.

"Oh I do not know Miranda. Maybe about the amazing night the two of us spent together." Andy simply stated.

She was not backing down. She was too invested to just simply leave. There was something about Miranda that held her. Something that Andy could just not get over. Andy had never wanted anyone so bad.

Miranda glared, "There is nothing to talk about."

Andy moved closer to Miranda, she saw the beautiful woman twitch. It was slight but Andy saw it. Miranda maybe thinking she was keeping her cool, but Andy could see it. The nerves, and anticipation. Andy knew Miranda want her as much as Andy wanted Miranda.

"Having the best orgasm of your life is nothing to talk about?" Andy smirked.

This was not the place Miranda wanted to discuss her private life. Runway was her business, and no one was going to disrupt it. This, this...person had no right, what was she trying to prove? Miranda was confused and angry.

Miranda sat straight up in her chair and growled, "I work here, you are just a visitor, and I would expect you act accordingly."

"Miranda, I don't understand, I thought we…"

Miranda stood, slammed her hands on the top of her desk, and leaned closer to Amelia, "Do I need to call security, because I can, and I will. I do not care who you are! No one, and I state no one will make a fool out of me."

Miranda straightened her stance, collected herself, and walked to the door, "Emily show the Princess out."

Miranda leaned against the door frame.

Emily jumped out of her chair, "Yes Miranda." She stood quietly and waited for the Princess to come out of the office.

After a few minutes Emily squeaked, "Miranda?"

Miranda leveled her steeliest glare on her first assistant, "I said show the Princess out!"

"Ye…yes Miranda."

Emily walked toward the office. Her eye closely watching her boss.

"Uhm…Princess?" Emily hesitated.

Andy swiftly moved by the assistant. "I can find my own way out."

Andy passed by Miranda, and their arms grazed each other. Miranda shivered, and the sparks flew.

Andy turned, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a sound Miranda hissed, "Leave."

Andy took a step closer to the silver haired woman, and leaned into her. So close Miranda could feel Amelia's warm breath on her neck, and the sweet smell of her essence.

Andy whispered, "You cannot get rid of me so easily. I want you, and I always go after what I want." Then she kissed Miranda.

Those soft lips placed so gently on Miranda's, they melded together like butter. Miranda moaned as her eyes closed lost in the moment and feeling. She felt warm, loved, and her insides melted.

Miranda snapped her eyes open, there was fire in them, and she was furious. She pulled away but not before she bit Amelia's lower lip.

"Ow!" Andy moaned. She snapped her head back and rubbed her lower lip with her long manicured fingers. Then she smiled, and the smile grew. "You want me too."

Flames burst from Miranda's eyes, "Get out."

Andy headed to the outer door, and turned, "Miranda, I always get what I want," and she left.

Miranda stood with her lips pursed.

Emily just stood with her mouth open. Not because a woman had kissed Miranda. Emily knew Miranda had been favoring women lately. She was shocked that the Princess kissed Miranda in the office in front of her. No one touched Miranda let alone kissed her in the office.

Miranda looked at Emily, "Don't you have work to do?" Miranda walked back into her office and closed the door.