Title: Some Dreams Do Come True Chapter IX

Rating: MA

Word Count: 3530

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.

Thanks to those who read my last chapter and left comments. I know how hard it is to pick up a story after it has sat for a while. I hope everyone had fun though the holidays, I spent my Christmas at work but if you can't be with your real family it is nice to have a great work family too. Happy New Year to everyone and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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.

Miranda waited with the girls as the rest of Runway's group filtered into the VIP room for the Royal jet.

Miranda glared at every one of them, the later they were the harsher the glare. She was appalled at them making everyone else wait.

Not that the jet would have taken off any earlier than was scheduled, but Miranda wanted to get on, and get settled before another bought of vomiting came on. Miranda sighed. This morning had been the worse she had with this pregnancy. She had taken the anti-nausea medication Katheryn had given her, and only hoped it would work.

The girls sat, one on either side of Miranda, swinging their small legs. It was like seeing a "mini me" of Miranda minus the white hair.

Caroline looked up at her Mother, her eyebrows dipped in a frown, "Mommy, do you feel better now?"

Miranda smiled down at her worry wort, "Yes Bobbsey. Mommy feels better."

Caroline grinned brightly, "That is good, because we are going to a castle, and meet a Queen. We are going to have so much fun. Do you think there will be a Princess there too?"

Miranda exhaled slowly, she hoped the Princess would not be there, "I do not know Bobbsey."

Caroline twisted her head, "Mommy why do you look so sad? Do you not want to play in the castle, and meet the Queen?"

Miranda almost giggled, "Mommy is just tired from being sick this morning. Once she takes a nap on the plane she will be better."

Caroline nodded as she saw an older woman walking toward them.

"Miranda! It is so good to see you again, and these two beautiful girls must be Cassidy and Caroline."

Miranda nodded, "Girls this is Mrs. Ravitz."

Cassidy held out her hand, "You are Mommy's boss' wife."

Glenda grinned, "Why yes I am. I am so glad you, and your family could make it Miranda. Irv said at first you had declined the offer."

Miranda boiled inside, "It is a very busy time of year for Runway Glenda."

Glenda smiled, "It will work out Miranda. If anyone can get it done you can. You are the best thing to happen to Runway. I remember when I suggest to Irv to promote you to Editor in Chief. We argued for days. (The woman laughed) He finally agreed to it just to shut me up. I guess we proved him wrong, did we not Miranda?"

Miranda looked at Glenda unable to speak, but after finding her voice Miranda replied, "I did not know you did that."

Glenda patted Miranda's shoulder, "I try, and stay out of the business. Father never felt women could do it. I am happy raising the children, but I do give Irv my piece of mind when I want to, (The woman started laughing) and I never give in till he does what I want."

"Your father?" Miranda questioned.

Glenda nodded, "George Elias of Elias-Clarke."

The information floored Miranda, she thought she knew everything about Elias-Clarke Publication, but she never knew Irv's Father-in-law was the major stockholder in the business.

"Well, thank you for the support Glenda. It will be a pleasure to get to know you better this weekend." Miranda smiled, and shook Glenda's hand as the announcement was made for them to board.

Once on the plane, and Miranda had the girls settled, she sat going over the information given to her by Glenda, but before long she was sound asleep.

Miranda wakened as she heard the announcement to buckle into a seat as they were getting ready to land. She looked at the girls who were still sound asleep, and buckled into their seats.

"Bobbseys, wake up darlings we are here."

The two girls slowly opened their eyes, rubbing at them with their tiny fists. Cassidy yawned wide. "You feeling better Mommy?"

Miranda thought for a moment, surprisingly she did. "Yes, I do."

"Yea, I cannot wait to play in the castle."

The drive to the Royal house was short, but it took them through the tiny town. Miranda was impressed. It may have been small, but it was quaint, and very clean. People stopped to wave, and other automobiles pulled over for the Royal cars to pass.

Once at the Royal home Miranda and the girls were showed to a joining rooms by a very pleasant young woman.

"We are so happy you, and your girls could spend the weekend with us. There is a lot to see, and do here, including riding horses."

Cassidy jumped, "Horses? We get to ride horses?"

"I do not know if that is a good idea Bobbseys." Miranda stated.

Cassidy crossed her hands over her chest, and stomped her foot, "Mooother."

Miranda glared at the child, "You are not being very lady like."

The woman showing them the rooms spoke up, "Queen Clarisse has made every safety precautions available for the girls if you chose to let them ride, they will have their own trainer with them."

Miranda eyed the woman, "The Queen?"

"Yes," the woman nodded, "She made it perfectly clear that you enjoy your weekend here. My name is Aimée, use the phone and call for me if you need anything day or night. I will also be available to babysit if needed. If everything is in order I will leave. Also the Queen wishes you, Cassidy, and Caroline's presence at afternoon tea today. May I confirm you will be there?"

"Tea with the Queen? Oh yes Mommy. Please say yes." Caroline was jumping up and down at Miranda's side.

Aimée, and Miranda both smiled, "Of course Bobbsey." Miranda looked at Aimée, "We would be delighted to join Her Majesty."

Aimée nodded, "I will collect you here this afternoon. Lunch will be served in the dining room on the first floor just on the left of the stairs. Please feel free to walk around, and get acquainted with your home for the weekend." The young woman left the family.

Miranda helped the girls unpack then tackled her own bag. She listened intently as the girls chatted with each other.

Caroline: "We get to have tea with the Queen!"

Cassidy: "Do you think she is a real Queen? I don't think so."

Caroline: "Of course she is a real Queen."

Cassidy: "Then how come we never heard of her before?"

Caroline shrugged her shoulders. "I think she is real. This is her home, and it is a castle."

Cassidy shrugged her shoulders.

"Bobbseys, Queen Clarisse is a real Queen, and I expect you to respect her and her home. Remember to only talk to her if she talks to you, and address her as Your Majesty."

"Yes Mommy." They both replied in unison.

After they unpacked Miranda with a girl at each hand took off for the dining room. As they entered Miranda noted Irv and Glenda were already seated with Nigel, Serena, and Emily.

Glenda looked up, and smiled brightly, "Miranda, it is good to see the three of you made it down for lunch. I was just telling Irv how sweat the girls are."

Irv frowned, and huffed. Glenda slapped him over the knee, "Stop being such a grump. I think you need a nap."

The girls giggled. Miranda looking smug turned to the girls, and placed a finger over her moist lips. "Girls, that is not very polite."

Irv cringed watching Miranda's moves, wishing a certain part of his body was lying next to those plump lips.

Glenda laughed out right. "Come girls sit next to me. You both remind me so much of our Grandchildren. Don't they Irv?"

There was no answer.

"Irv?"

Irv jumped, and straightened himself in the chair. "Yes dear, they do."

Miranda looked at Irv, and arched an eyebrow. Well, that was a first, he does seem to be a bit scared of Glenda. She was filing that way with what she discovered from Glenda on the plane.

She set the girls down, and surprisingly the lunch went without further incident.

Headed back to the room the girls ran ahead of Miranda crashing through the door.

"Girls, please. The Queen will think she is a host to a heard of elephants."

Miranda crossed the threshold, and found the girls sitting on the couch in the room, their hands entwined.

"Mother!" They rolled their eyes at Miranda.

Cassidy yawned, then Caroline. Even with the nap on the plane the excitement of flying, and the visit to the castle wore out the two girls.

Miranda smiled, and ran her hands through their silky red hair, "I believe it is time for a nap."

"No Mommy we are not tired, and you promised to explore the castle with us." Cassidy whined as another huge yawn took over her face.

"Yes I can see how tired you are not." Miranda looked around the room as she sighed. She despised it when the girls whined. Her eyes stopped as she saw a group of children's books by the French author Antoon Krings.

"How about I read you some stories in French?"

The girls looked at each other, and Miranda cringed. There they go again silently talking to each other. Miranda never knew what would come out of their mouths after one of their voiceless conversations. The girls looked at Miranda intently, and nodded their heads.

Miranda blew out the breath she was holding, and smiled. She gave the girls a small send off with her hands, and retrieved the books. "You two go sit up on my bed, and I will join you in a minute."

The girls became entranced with the stories as Miranda read in fluent French. Miranda's voice was a soft melody full of romance, and love.

Caroline yawned, and in a sleepy voice asked, "Mommy why can we not read in French?"

Miranda stopped for a moment, and cast her eyes on the child, "That is a good question Bobbsey. Would you like to learn?"

"Yes," Caroline replied, eyes half closed she nodded.

"Me too," Cassidy whispered.

Miranda giggled at the twins, "Let's start off easy. I will teach you how to speak it first."

Before Miranda could get started the twins were fast asleep."

Miranda leaned over, and kissed each girl on the top of their head. She stood, and repositioned the girls so they were laying down then she covered them with a blanket.

As Miranda stood back up her hand went instinctively to her abdomen, and sighed. She never thought she would have the chance to have another baby, and now…here she was pregnant with twins…again. How was she going to do this all by herself? She would never be able to keep her job when the two infants came. There was not enough time in the day. She already struggled to try, and spend time with the girls.

Hearing her phone ping Miranda retrieved it from her Fendi bag. Frowning, why would Andrea Klarin be trying to get a hold of her? She thumbed through the rest of her email, and with nothing grabbing her interest Miranda threw the phone back into her bag. Miranda began to pace, nervous energy. How was she going to pass the time while the girls were asleep? Her elegantly manicured finger tapped at her pale lower lip. She looked over at the twins. What harm would it be? They were safer here in the castle than they were at the town home. She picked up the phone.

"Mademoiselle Priestly que puis-je faire pour vous?"

Miranda requested for Aimée to come sit with the girls while she went for a walk around the castle.

Within a short time the young girl arrive at Miranda's room, and knocked before she entered.

Miranda explained she wished to get out, and walk around. She took her phone so if the girls awoke Aimée could get a hold of her quickly.

Aimée smiled, and gave Miranda a slight bow. "Take your time, and enjoy yourself. The girls will be fine."

Miranda smiled, thanking the young girl, exited the room, and headed down the hall. She found herself going through many rooms decorated with original paintings from some of the greatest artist including; Claude Monet, Hyacinthe Rigaud, and Maurice Quentin de La Tour. Rooms also held numerous sculptors many Miranda had only read about, never seeing their art do to the rarity of it.

Miranda rounded a corner, and almost ran into a very large ornate wooden door. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she quietly opened it. She gasped as the room was two floors high, and hugging every open wall space were books. Where there were no books, windows let the light of the sun in from every direction.

Miranda walked inside, and admired many of the books on the shelves that she could see. Her slim finger ran over the bindings as if she was stroking the fine material of the clothing she showcased in Runway.

In the middle of the room sat a desk. Miranda gasped as she realized it was a Marquetry Antique Inlayed Writing Table. She moved over to the table. Her fingers gingerly touched at the beautifully polished wood. Off to one side laid a writing pad, and on it a slim gold Mont Blanc pen.

Miranda slid the pen off to the side of the pad as she began to read the words written on it. Her fingers caressed each letter as she read. It was a poem. Romance filled with love, and lust. Miranda first smiled then blushed as the words flew off the page at her, and her mind immediately went to that night in Paris.

She could not believe how the poem was able to relate her emotions, and sentiments from that night. Her senses were starting to go into over drive as she felt the heat, and electricity once again surge through her body. She closed her eyes, and let her mind wander as she once again felt the soft touches of Andréa's lips, and finger tips.

Miranda's eyes flew open as she heard.

"Who's here? I do not remember giving anyone permission to be in my private room."

Miranda turned just in time to see Amelia come around the corner. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, and a simple white cotton t-shirt. Miranda's eyes ran up the long toned legs to the full round hips where they lingered. Miranda licked her lips as she felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes continued their perusal over a flat stomach up to the full breasts she remembered all too well. Taught nipples were straining against the thin material of Amelia's top.

Andy stopped short. She knew the Heads of Runway would be at the castle this weekend, but she had hoped with as big as the place was, and if she stayed in the east wing, she would not run into the silver haired beauty.

The women's eyes met, and locked. To Miranda, Amelia's brown eyes look deep enough to fall into.

Andy felt the crystal blue eyes she gazed into had frozen her in place.

Andy smiled, and continued to walk toward Miranda.

"Miranda." She purred. "It is not nice to spy on your host's personal property."

Miranda gathered herself up, "I was not as you so simply put it, spying." Her fingers began to play with the ornate silver neckless hanging around her neck.

Andy's smile grew wider as she began to invade Miranda's personal space.

Miranda did not move, but licked her lips once again.

Soon Andy was as close as she could get to Miranda without touching her. Andy's fingers skimmed up over Miranda's arm, and Miranda shivered.

"That is okay, I think it is sexy, mysterious." Her fingers caressed the nap of Miranda's neck.

Miranda attempted to side step the tall woman to no avail.

Andy stuck out both arms, and trapped Miranda up against the wooden table. "I have caught you, now what should I do with you?" Andy whispered next to Miranda's ear.

Miranda was trembling, and she became furious. Furious that her body was betraying her. Furious that this woman insisted on pursuing her.

"You will move aside, and let me get back to my room." Miranda again attempted to move.

Andy laid her body up against Miranda's. "I don't think that will happen." She purred.

Miranda felt the heat run through her body, and her core become wet.

Andy slid her lips over Miranda's so lightly Miranda could not tell if they had touched or not. Miranda's lips were on fire, and she knew the only to put it out was to kiss Amelia.

Andy could feel Miranda's breathing deepen. She could feel the heat of Miranda's breath on her cheek, and she moaned.

Soon her lips were on Miranda's, and her tongue was begging to enter the soft, warm mouth that she had been craving since that night at the restaurant.

Miranda's mouth opened sucking in the imposing muscle. The tongues circle each other, and then mated.

Miranda could feel her legs become weak, and she feared they would not hold her up much longer.

Amelia's hands were all over her body, and everywhere they touched her it left her burning for more.

The sweet sounds Andy remembered from Paris began to come out of Miranda's mouth, and they urged her to continue.

Soon her right hand was on Miranda's thigh, and it pushed its way up under the hem of Miranda's dress. Andy's hand cupped at Miranda's core, and felt the heat burn her as the liquid dripped from the sensual form in her arms.

Miranda felt as if she would explode, and before she realized it she pleaded, "Please Amelia…please."

Andy's fingers lingered around the edges of Miranda's panties. "Please what Miranda? What do you want my beautiful lady?"

Miranda struggled, but Andy had a good hold on her.

Andy whisper into her ear. "I know you want it Miranda. Why can't you just ask for it?"

Miranda leaned her head on Amelia, she could not fight it any longer. "Please Amelia…make love to me."

Andy fingers eagerly slipped under the delicate material grazing the hard swollen clit, and Miranda jumped.

Andy slowed down, "It's okay Baby, I will take real good care of you."

Andy slowly traced circles around the nub until she could feel Miranda panting, and she easily slid two fingers into Miranda's moist, hot center, and began to stroke her.

It was not long before Miranda could feel herself slip away. She hung onto Amelia's shoulders before she felt her head fall backward, and her thighs closed in on Amelia's arm. Miranda screamed as she came, coating Amelia's hand.

Andy caressed Miranda softly as she rode out her orgasim, and as Miranda opened her eyes Andy kissed her passionately.

"I lo…"

Before Andy could get anything out Miranda pressed her palms against Amelia's shoulders. "Let me go."

Andy froze. She leaned back, and gazed into Miranda's eyes. "Miranda."

Miranda pushed Amelia further away, pushed down her skirt, and smoothed the wrinkles. She took one look at Amelia, and ice sickles shoot from her eyes.

"Why can you not leave me alone? Have you not done enough all ready?"

Miranda walked around Amelia, and left the room.

Andy turned, following the woman with her eyes. She blew her bangs off her face, and clenched her hands into fist.

That was it. She was done. No one had ever treated her this way, and she was not going to allow it now. The woman infuriated her. Andy did not care how much she loved Miranda she was done fighting. Tears fell from Andy's eyes as she sat, and began to write.