Title: Some Dreams Do Come True

Rating: MA

Word Count: 3391

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.

It is so fun to see people excited about reading my story. jhada keep up the suggestions! It is getting interesting thanks to you! I am enjoying the comments.

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.

Emily went back to her desk, looked to make sure Miranda's door was still closed, and picked up her phone.

"Emily! Talk girl. Now."

"She…she kissed her." Emily stuttered.

"What!?"

"The Princess kissed her."

"Wholly hell." Nigel blew out a breath.

"I thought Miranda did not know the Princess?" Emily whispered.

Before Emily heard Nigel's response she heard the low authoritative voice of one Editor in Chief.

"Coat, bag."

Emily jumped up, dropping the phone and ran to get Miranda's things.

Miranda already had her signature sunglasses on designed by Stella especially for her.

"Make an appointment with my physician."

Miranda strode out of the office. She did not slow as Emily placed her coat and purse in her arms, and Miranda entered the elevator as if it had been waiting for her all the time.

Emily was still in shock, and had forgotten all about calling for Roy.

She jumped when she heard the phone ring, "Bloody Hell." She winched. "Miranda. I'm sor…I'll get Roy there immediately."

Miranda slammed her phone shut only for it to ring. She looked at the caller ID worried. She knew the only person who would be calling her on her private phone would be the girl's nanny, and she would only call if there was something wrong.

'Caller unknown.'

Miranda stared at the phone.

Even though she did not know who was calling, it beaconed her to answer. Miranda's hand shook as she went to press the accept button, but it was too late, the call went to voicemail.

"Miranda."

It was her.

That voice. Miranda remembered the moans that came from it that night in Paris. The way Amelia hummed as her lips sucked on Miranda's clit. Miranda felt her heart rate increase, her stomach was doing flips, and she could feel the moister between her legs.

Miranda jumped as she heard someone clearing their throat. She looked up, and there in front of her was Roy standing by the sliver Lincoln Town car with the back door open.

Miranda glared at the driver, and slid into the back seat.

She replayed the voicemail.

"Miranda, tonight, at Kuruma Zushi eight pm."

That was it. That was all she said. She did not even ask, just demanded. How dare the woman. Miranda was not the kind of person that drops everything at someone's whim, besides she could not eat sushi in her condition.

Miranda slammed her phone shut, turning her head to stare out the window. What was she going to do? Her hand moved protectively over her abdomen and rubbed it. I know you had to come from Amelia, but…?

Miranda took a deep breath. She wanted to see Amelia again, she could not deny that. Like fresh sunshine Amelia's touch warmed Miranda inside and out. It was nothing like she had ever felt before.

The phone rang again.

She glanced at the caller ID, 'Caller Unknown', came up once again.

Miranda was angry now. She knew who was on the other end of the call. Did the girl have no etiquette, or was Miranda mad because she was having a hard time refusing the woman?

Knowing it would not be a good idea to answer it, she waited for it to go to voicemail then listened.

"Miranda, I know you enjoyed the kiss, I know you enjoyed us…together. Don't resist it Miranda."

Miranda looked at the phone as if it was going to give her advice, then she typed in a message to the number connected to Amelia.

Amelia,

You will not contact me again, I hope you can appreciate my feelings on this.

Miranda

She closed the phone, and continued to stare out the window.

There was a very good reason she could not go to dinner with Amelia this night as she already had reservations for her and Christian Tompson (an up and coming writer) that Irv wanted Miranda to contract exclusively for Runway. Why he wanted the sniveling little rat she did not know, but she would go to keep the peace with Irv and then tell him the man was worthless.

She soon felt the car come to a stop.

She was home.

The girls would be so happy to see her home early. She smiled. Her girls the best things that ever happened to her.

Roy held the door open, and Miranda exited. She turned slightly to the driver, "Thank you Roy." Miranda turned, and headed to the Townhouse.

Andy frowned she had hoped Miranda would have picked up the call, but she wasn't going to give up that easily, and left a message.

She paced in her hotel room. Waiting. A dark cloud was settling over her. Maybe she was wrong, why was she trying so hard?

"Je m'en fou." No one ignored her. She was a Princess!

She called Miranda again, and implored to the lust she had seen in Miranda's eyes. To the warmth and sparks that had emitted from Miranda's body.

Andy's body was aching for Miranda's touch once again. To feel the soft wet lips. The way Miranda made her feel was indescribable.

Andy had almost given up when she heard the ping.

Andy looked at her phone, blinked, then screamed.

Tears came to her eyes. What was happening to her?

Andy grabbed her phone and rang up the one person she knew would understand.

Doug. He had been her best friend in the states since they were little.

His Mother was one of the house keepers for the Genovian Consulate.

Doug had done well for himself.

His Father had died when Doug was young, but his Mother made sure he grew up into a fine young man, go to college, and find a good job. He did.

Before she knew it Doug was at her front door.

"Girl what has gotten into you?" Doug could hardly get a word in as Andy cursed and screamed about the incorrigible Ice Queen.

Andy dropped her hands down to her side and grimaced at Doug, "I don't know."

Doug laughed as he took his longtime friend into his arms and held her close. He could feel her body shaking. Never in their long relationship had he seen her so obsessed, so angry over a lover.

He smiled, musing to himself, his friend for the first time in her life was in love. She may not realize it but he could tell.

"I know just the thing to bring you out of your funk. I am taking you to dinner at Daniels."

Andy leaned back and started laughing, "You mean you want me to take you to dinner. You cannot afford Daniels, and I know you have had your eye on that cute waitress forever."

Doug placed his hand over his heart and fluttered his eyelids, "You hurt me. I never." He looked at Andy as she looked at him then brook out laughing throwing his hands up in the air. "You got me girl. What can I say?"

Andy rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. "Jonathan…yes I know it has been too long. Can I get a table tonight? I have a good friend that needs to have his spirits raised."

Doug's eyes opened wide, and mouthed to Andy, "You little witch."

Miranda sat alone at the table. She was more than irritated.

For one she hate trying to eat at a table front and center, but it was what Irv had reserved.

The hostess knew Miranda's reputation, and he knew Miranda's favorite table was tuck away in the corner back of the room. He cringed as he realized he would be the one putting her in the middle of the room, but it was what Mr. Ravitz had insisted on.

Secondly he was late. Miranda never sat at a table alone, for any amount of time, nor for anyone.

She had now been at the restaurant for twenty minutes.

Without moving her head she looked up just in time to see the weasel saunter through the door.

Christian spotted Miranda, and waved from the door.

Miranda scowled. 'How dare him trying to attract attention. As if sitting in the middle of everyone was not enough.'

Christian walk over to Miranda with his smile plastered over his face. He eyed the most powerful woman in fashion seated before him.

She maybe an older woman, but Christian would bed her in an instant if given the chance.

He walked over to Miranda's chair, leaned down, and gave her the customary air kiss.

"Miranda, it is so good to see you. You look ravishing tonight."

Inside Miranda cringed, her skin was already crawling from the touch of this poor excuse for a man.

"Christian."

Christian sat down as Miranda eye the waitress to come and take their order. Miranda was not going to sit here any longer than she had too.

"Hungry tonight Miranda?" Christian chuckled.

The waitress cringed. Did this man not know who he was talking to?

The waitress looked Miranda's way, 'God, if she could only get the formidable, stunning woman to see her.' The waitress' mouth was watering.

As Miranda opened her mouth to order Christian butted in, "Miranda, let me order. I eat here all the time, and know the best dishes."

The waitress cringed again. She could feel the heat rising off of Miranda. They did not call her Dragon Lady for nothing.

Miranda reined in her anger, and nodded.

"We will start off with the oysters." Christian arched an eyebrow towards Miranda and smiled sickly. "For our main course the Cochon De Lait, and for dessert Chocolat. To drink we will have the Domaine Gilles."

He winked at Miranda, "As long as Irv's paying. We might as well get only the best. Ehe, Miranda?"

"Yes, sir." The waitress removed the menus, and stepped back.

Miranda caught Christian's look. Oysters! Did he not think she would get the connotation of the oysters? If he thought he was going to get her into bed he was more stupid than she thought.

As the waitress sat the plate of oysters in the middle of the table Miranda felt a change in the air. It warmed, and Miranda felt a secure hold envelope her. She looked up and there in the restaurant doorway was Amelia. The outside lamp light shined on her body giving her a glow, and it took Miranda's breath away.

Her crystal blue eyes immediately locked onto Amelia's deep brown pools, and Miranda felt as if she would fall into them and drown.

Miranda quickly drew her attention away from Amelia, and as she looked back to Christian he was taking his first oyster shell into his hand. He squeezed a bit of the finger lime juice onto the meat, slowly raised the shell to his mouth, slid the juicy specimen into his mouth, and swallowed.

Miranda swallowed hard, closing her eyes trying not to vomit. Just the sight of the slimy sea food made the bile rise into her throat burning it raw.

Andy stopped short the minute she walked into the restaurant on Doug's arm. They had been laughing and joking around, she had almost forgotten the reason that brought them there that night.

That was until Andy felt her. She did not even see her, but she felt the warmth and power of Miranda in the air. She felt the sparks invade her body, and she shivered. They entered her nose, and ran down through her body leaving a warmth and ache in her core. The wetness between her legs sealed the feeling of Miranda being nearby.

Andy grabbed onto Doug's arm for support, and she sighed.

Doug stared at Andy, "What?"

"She's here."

"Who? Miranda? Miranda Priestly?" Doug eagerly scanned the room looking for her.

Andy nodded in the direction of the center table as she spotted the striking silver haired editor.

Andy's eyes glazed over as she admired her one time lover. Dressed in an Armani pin-striped suite with a white silk wrap shirt that showed just enough creamy pale breast to catch one's eye, but not enough to be sluty. She oozed power, and sex.

Miranda's eyes were sultry, and Andy groaned. 'God, the woman was going to kill her.'

Andy caught site of the person siting opposite of Miranda. A young gentleman with full wavy blonde hair, and her blood began to boil.

'The woman, who received the orgasim of her life from Andy could not be bothered with her, but sat in the middle of a prominent restaurant with this slime ball eating oysters!'

Andy bristled, her arms hung at her sides, hands clutched into fists, knuckles white with tension.

Just then she saw movement at Miranda's table.

Miranda hurriedly rose from her chair. "Excuse me Christian."

Christian waved his hand. "Off to the little girl's room. Don't be long or I may eat all the oysters before you get back."

Miranda quickly head to the bathrooms too worried about making it there before she got sick to comment on Christians rudeness.

Miranda barely made it to the commode before she brought up what she felt was everything she had eaten that day.

The retching racked her whole body.

Miranda groaned as another round of retching over took her. The thought of sitting on the floor horrified her but Miranda was too weak to think about what kind of germs she would catch from it, and slid onto her knees.

'God she had forgotten the nausea and vomiting that came along with pregnancy. Morning sickness indeed.'

Andy dropped Doug's arm, and took off.

"Andy! Wait!"

But she did not hear him.

When Andy made it to the restroom door, and stepped inside she heard Miranda retching.

Andy stopped, and the anger drained from her as compassion and worry took over.

Miranda was sick.

Andy rushed inside, and looked into the stall Miranda was kneeling in. She saw Miranda's body shake as she retched, but nothing came out.

Andy turned, grabbed a cloth off the counter top, and ran some cold water over it.

Andy kneeled down next to Miranda, and placed the cool cloth on Miranda's neck.

Miranda moaned as the cold feel of the cloth began to sooth her.

She reached for the cloth, brought it around to her throat, and ran it down her cleavage.

Andy groaned as she watched wishing it was her hand and fingers touching the creamy white skin.

Even though Miranda was sick Andy could not stop the lust she felt for the woman. Every nerve in her body was on alert, and she could not stop the want for Miranda.

Miranda was feeling better, but could not trust her legs to stand.

Andy sensed this, and immediately stood. She held out her hand to Miranda to help her up.

Miranda looked up at her knight or she should say her Princess that came to rescue her.

"I am perfectly fine at getting up myself."

Andy smiled. How could she be mad at this strong, beautiful woman? And she stepped back.

Miranda took a few minutes, and stood steading herself against the cool wall of the booth she was in.

Andy could see Miranda was still green. She had never seen someone turn green before.

Andy backed out of the booth allowing Miranda the curtesy to help herself.

Miranda made it to the sink, and rinsed her mouth with water.

Andy dug around in her purse, and produced a small bottle of mouthwash. "Here rinse your mouth. Get the nasty taste out of it. It will make you feel better."

Miranda raised her head from looking into the sink, and glared at the young woman standing by her side.

Knight in shining armor was truly what Amelia was. This girl would be the death of her, with all the concern in her deep brown eyes.

Miranda had tried to be mean to her but she still came back, even while Miranda was throwing up.

Miranda accepted the bottle, and rinsed her mouth, but as she raised her head another bought of nausea washed over her, and she leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes, and groaned.

Andy saw the small beads of perspiration that looked like diamonds, pop out on Miranda's forehead, and knew what was happening.

She stepped closer to Miranda, and reached for the cloth still clutched in Miranda's hand.

Miranda merely squeaked, "No."

Andy smiled again. The woman was persistent, Andy had to give her that one.

"Shhh Miranda, let me take care of you."

Andy took the cloth from Miranda and gently wiped Miranda's forehead. "There doesn't that feel better?"

Miranda opened her eyes, and gazed at the woman standing in front of her.

Standing so close Miranda could smell every essence from the woman. Vanilla, coconut, and…Miranda shivered…the same smell she produced that night in Paris. Sex, lust, whatever it was it was intoxicating to Miranda.

Andy was mesmerized by the rise and fall of Miranda's chest. The lights glowed off the creamy pale skin, and Andy's mouth watered to taste it again.

Andy's eyes followed Miranda's face up to the crystal blues that sparkled bright.

Her hand reached for the famous coif of Miranda's hair, and ran her fingers through it. It was just as she had remembered, soft, silky. Andy's smile grew wider, and Miranda had no energy or will power to tell her to stop.

Andy's fingers fell over Miranda's temple and messaged it, knowing this would help with the nausea.

Miranda's eyes closed, and she moaned.

"Feels good, ehe Miranda?"

Andy's palm cupped Miranda's cheek, and Miranda leaned into it.

Miranda felt the heat rise up in her body. She was no longer nauseated, but was sexually aroused. Her legs were not weak from being sick but from the touch of Amelia's fingers. Her stomach was turning summersaults from the energy running between their two bodies.

Moisture pooled between Miranda's legs as Andy's thumb caressed her lips.

'She was going to cum and all the woman did was touch her.'

There was a moan but neither woman knew which one produced it.

"No." Miranda whispered.

Andy not listening to Miranda leaned in, and softly placed her lips on the editor's.

Andy's lips danced over Miranda's in a hypnotic fashion as light's flashed behind Miranda's eyes.

Andy's lips opened, her tongue snaked out, and applied pressure to the center of Miranda's mouth.

Miranda could not hold back, and allow Andy to enter.

Andy's tongue massaged the inside of Miranda's mouth. It slid over Miranda's teeth, caressing the insides of her lips. Their tongues danced like a well-executed waltz.

Miranda was lost. Lost in the feeling of Amelia in her arms again. Her body was warm, electric, and the nausea had disappeared. Clouds floated in her head, and Amelia's essence was over whelming.

The minute Andy tasted the inside of Miranda's mouth she groaned. The way this woman affected her, all she had to do was kiss her and she felt as if she would cum.

Miranda's skin was warm beneath her fingertips. The sparks she shot off ignited Andy's nerve endings. It was not lust she felt, but a warmth, a kind of protection.

Andy's hands had fallen to her sides, they reached out for Miranda's, and their fingers entwined.

Their bodies melded together as if they were interlocking pieces of a puzzle. They fit, and in a word were made for each other, cut from the same piece of cloth.

Miranda broke away taking a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell maximizing the view of her cleavage.

She released her fingers from Amelia, and brought her hands up to Amelia's shoulders pushing the young woman away from her.

Without saying a word Miranda maneuvered around the Princess and walked out the door.

Before the door could close all the way Andy heard Miranda's muted voice. "Leave me alone."

Andy stood in shock, her mouth open, but unable to say a word.

Doug appeared at the restroom's door just as Miranda walked out. He turned to apologize for running into her but she was back to her table by then.

Doug knocked on the door, "Andy…Andy is everything all right?"

Andy opened the door, "ça pute," She spewed.

Doug gasped. Even for Andy's dirty mouth that was drastic.