Title: Some Dreams Do Come True Chapter XI
Rating: MA
Word Count: 1863
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.
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.
It was brought to my attention from a guest comment that this does not show up on the DWP site because I have it labeled as a crossover so I have changed that. I have also changed two of my other stories that I labeled a crossover.
Miranda stood up, and started pacing.
There was serene quiet in the room as both women assessed the story, and their situation.
Miranda found herself looking out a large window when she spotted the girls hand in hand with the Queen and Aimée. Miranda smiled to herself they looked adorable in their riding outfits. The Queen had really out done herself to make the small family feel at home this weekend.
Then she frowned. Two little girls would be demanding riding lessons after this. Miranda closed her eyes, and moaned.
Amelia's eyes followed Miranda around the room. When Miranda stopped at the window Amelia's eyes roamed over Miranda's body, and stopped as she noticed Miranda's hand spread over her abdomen protectively.
Amelia wondered if Miranda realized she was doing this. She smiled this Miranda was so different from her public persona. Amelia loved the contrast in the mysterious woman. She loved the woman. As much as Miranda infuriated her she could not shake her real feelings for the fashion editor.
Amelia quietly stood, and walked over to Miranda. She laid a hand on Miranda's arm caressing it.
"Do not touch me."
Miranda shrugged Amelia off.
"Miranda."
Miranda slowly turned around as all thoughts of the girls left her. She glared at Amelia, the Ice Queen had returned.
"Miranda can we not talk about this like grown women?"
Miranda sneered, "You want us to chit chat like adults about a fairy tale? How grown up."
Amelia blew out a huge breath that left her bangs fluttering over her forehead.
Miranda's eyes watched as the hair pulsated against Amelia's skin, and she wished it was her face the hair was tickling.
All of a sudden Miranda felt sick, her slender fingers covered her mouth as her skin turned pale.
Amelia picked up on the change in Miranda immediately. She took hold of Miranda's free hand. "Hurry, come with me."
Amelia took Miranda out of the room and around the corner where there was a small powder room.
Miranda leaned up against the sink just as a wave of nausea hit her, and she retched.
Amelia quickly reached for a face clothe and turned on the cool water. She wet the cloth and dabbed it over the back of Miranda's neck.
"It's okay Miranda, take some slow deep breaths."
Miranda closed her eyes, and breathed deeply as Amelia messaged the back of her neck with the cloth. Soon the nausea had faded, and Miranda was left with the feeling of Amelia's fingers touching her neck, and Amelia's warm breath caressing her ear as the young girl encouraged her to try and relax. How the hell was Miranda supposed to relax with Amelia so close to her.
"Well, if it isn't my knight in shining armor here to rescue me again."
Amelia could tell Miranda was being sarcastic. She smiled as she caste her eye's on Miranda's crystal blue ones in the mirror. "Someone needs to take care of you."
Miranda groaned, and hung her head.
"Not any better?"
Miranda shook her head no.
"Stay here I will be right back."
"Where do you think I would be running off to?" Miranda asked to no one, as Amelia had already left the small room.
Miranda sat on the commode seat, and rested her head in her hand. What was she going to do about the girl? Every time she looked at Amelia her blood would boil, and all rational thoughts would disappear.
Her mind wandered back to the story the Queen had told. Good God what was happening to her? Here she sits, an intelligent, top ranked business woman, and she was wondering if a fairy tale could somehow be true. She wanted to hope a fairy tale could be true. When would she stop living on hope, and do something to make it all come true?
Within a few minutes there was a soft knock at the door.
"Miranda, can I come in?"
Miranda rolled her eyes, "By all means please do."
Amelia knew Miranda was being sarcastic again, but she entered anyway.
She saw Miranda with her head in her hands, and to Andy she looked so small, (well she was petite) and fragile. This shocked Andy as she only knew Miranda as a strong, and larger than life individual. Miranda really did need someone to take care of her, especially now.
Miranda's eye lashes fluttered, and she looked at Amelia threw her long lashes.
Amelia groaned, "God woman is there anything you do that does not make you look sexy?"
"You are very amusing Amelia."
Andy smiled and handed Miranda a small cup and saucer.
"Ginger tea, Ines the head cook, she has been with us for as long as I remember…"
"Please Amelia, I haven't got all day."
Andy's smile grew, "Well actually you do."
Miranda growled.
"Try it. It always helps my stomach when it is not feeling well."
Miranda accepted the cup, and sipped.
"mmmm." Before she could stop it the sentiment slipped out of Miranda's mouth.
Andy giggled, "You like it. Good, is it not?"
"Acceptable."
Andy giggled again, "Why can you not just say it? You like it, and you want it."
Miranda glared.
"You are very beautiful when you do that."
"Yes, I am sure my skin is all a glow after…after losing my lunch."
Andy lowered her eyes, "Well, you did look a bit green at the time, but now…you skin is more pale now than ever. It looks like an expensive piece of porcelain." She raised her eyes just in time to see Miranda blush.
Miranda took a deep breath, "Amelia."
"Are you feeling sick again?" Andy ask in a worried voice.
Miranda shook her head no.
"Do you feel well enough to make it to your room? You should rest before the evening meal. I will go with you to make sure everything is…is to your liking."
"Amelia I am not an invalid."
Miranda rose, and teetered.
Andy huffed as she eyed the incredibly high heels Miranda was perched on, "You should not be wearing those."
Andy slid one arm around Miranda's waist and the other took hold of her closest hand. Sparks flew the minute they touched and a warmth spread from their hands, up their arms, and through their body.
They both felt the other tremble.
Miranda did not attempt to slip out of Amelia's grasp. Instead she just walked with Amelia to her room. Neither spoke as neither wanted to break the spell that draped around them.
Andy led Miranda into the room and settled her on the couch in the front sitting room. She stood and looked around not really knowing what to do next. Her eyes darted back and forth among the rooms furnishings.
"Uhm…if you are okay I guess I should go."
"This is your house."
"You know it does not always have to be a confrontation. It can be like Paris. All you have to do is believe."
With that Andy turned and vanished out the door before Miranda could find her voice to reply.
Andy shut the door behind her, leaning up against it with her hands behind her back still gripping the door knob.
'All you have to do is believe?' Andy closed her eyes and groaned. 'What a totally stupid thing to say.' Especially to Miranda Priestly.
Miranda stared at the closed door. 'All you have to do is believe?' What the hell did that mean?
All I have to do is believe. Did that mean the story was true?
Miranda's stomach started to rumble, and she grimaced. Before she had a chance to retrieve her nausea medicine a knock came to her door.
She was not prepared for what she saw when she opened it. Standing in front of her was a short, stout old woman carrying a tray. Wrinkles mapped out a very old face.
"Miranda, Miss Andy said that was how you liked to be addressed. The old woman made her way into the room without being invited.
Miranda arched her eyebrows at the audacity of the elderly woman.
"Don't worry I will not intrude on your quiet time I just came to bring you remedies for your situation."
"My situation?"
The older woman turned her smile took over her face just like Amelia's did. "Miss Andy spoke of your condition." She placed the tray and its contents on the table in front of the couch in the sitting room.
"You know Amelia."
"Oh yes, I have been with the family long before the Princess was born. I helped her into this world. She is very special. Not many girls born into the family." The elderly woman chuckled. "She screamed as soon as she pressed her way through the dark tunnel waking everyone in the castle. I have taken care of her all through her childhood, and I will care for her children too."
Miranda grinned as she remembered the birth of the girls. Cassidy too screamed at the top of her lungs as soon as she was born. Miranda absent mindedly caressed her small bump.
The woman straightened herself as Miranda looked to the tray.
"All family remedies." The woman walked to the door. "It will work if you belong." Then she was gone.
Miranda jumped. 'If I belong?' She hurried to the door but the elderly woman had vanished.
Miranda slowly turned, and eyed the tray once again. As she got closer to it she took a deep breath. Mmmmm the aroma drifting from the tray was divine. Miranda sat on the couch across from the tray, lowered her head, and took another deep breath. Ginger, the tea. She lifted the cup to her lips, and took a sip. Her stomach immediately calmed. Lavender, she looked at the tiny glass vase with sprigs of lavender in it. The sprigs were tied together with a bright red ribbon. Miranda took another sniff. Pears? She eyed the scone sitting on the small glass plate. She picked it up, and took a small bite. Yes, a pear scone, and it melted in her mouth. It was the best scone Miranda had ever tasted, and before she realized it, she had eaten the whole thing. She continued to sip on tea until it was gone.
Miranda yawned, she decide to lie down, and take a short nap while the girls were gone. She picked up the sprig of lavender, and inhaled deeply. Curling up, she pulled the throw from the couch over her, she laid her head on the pillow on the couch, and quickly fell asleep.
Miranda found herself walking through a garden of lavender, and the aroma was intoxicating. A head of her were the two girls hand in hand with two smaller children. All of a sudden she felt warm fingers entwine with hers, and she looked to her left. Walking beside her was Amelia. Long brown waves of hair fell around her shoulders, and her huge smile was spread across her face.
Was that all it would take? To have what she wanted? A family with the love of her life, and Runway. Could she have it all? Amelia, was she the love of Miranda's life? Was that all she had to do was just believe?