A/N 1: Read disclaimers from Chapter 1 before proceding

A/N 2: This is the end..hold your breath and count to 10..well almost.

A/N 3: I tried to do a much needed sex scene but I suck at f/f sex *hides face*, so apologies in advance.

A/N 3: If I started apologizing for the delay I'd have to apologize into next year. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO STUCK WITH THIS AND LEFT BEHIND WONDERFUL WONDERFUL COMMENTS. I am ETERNALLY GRATEFUL!

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming."

― Pablo Neruda

28th March, 2010

Master Bedroom

The Townhouse

6:03 a.m.

The first rays of sunshine stream through the spotless white silk curtains and hits Andy's eyes directly. She squints for a moment and curses internally but as she opens her eyes fully, she can't help but break into a wide smile.

Miranda is still sleeping soundly with the sun against her naked back only covered by blankets and glinting off her silver hair which almost gives it the appearance of a halo and Andy can only just marvel at her lover's beauty. The faint lines near the corner of her eyes and mouth add more beauty to the otherwise flawless porcelain skin and she sleeps with a faint smile on her lips. She looks so far removed from the Miranda the fashion world is used to, this is Andy's Miranda.

It's been almost eight months since they got back together and each day has been an exercise in re-learning and reveling in each other. Andy chuckles to herself as memories from last night come back-the champagne, the roses and the sex. Thank God they'd been able to put the kids to bed at a decent hour. Last night had been out of the world and she still feels sort of sore from it. Nevertheless she wraps an arm softly around Miranda's midsection under the blanket and kisses her forehead.

Miranda stirs and emits a small 'mhmm' but still seems asleep. On some days Andy loves to let her sleep because Miranda works hard and needs her sleep but more so because Andy loves to watch Miranda in her sleep-likes to listen to her gentle, soft breathing, likes to look at her eyes flutter in R.E.M, likes to count the freckles on her face and lots of other things. However, today it seems that she's still in last night's mood and can't wait to ravish her lover all over again.

So she kisses her again, this time on the nose and Miranda knits her eyebrows and looks faintly annoyed as struggles to open her eyes and focus. Andy smiles widely at her and Miranda shakes her head and scoots a little into Andy and buries her head in the crook of her neck.

Andy ignores the fact that Miranda probably wants to sleep some more and starts kissing her face and caressing her back and abdomen as her hands inch slightly upwards towards Miranda's breasts.

Miranda suspecting this suddenly lifts up her face and raises an eyebrow. Andy only smirks and takes it as an opportunity to start kissing her neck and collarbone. Andy plants little soft, open mouthed wet kisses as Miranda tries to resist "Was last night not enough?"

"Yes, you're always enough but also irresistible."

Miranda chuckles and wraps her arms around Andy who's again busy kissing and nipping at Miranda's naked flesh.

"This rules!" Andy says while her hand slightly brushes Miranda's nipples and she captures her lips in a kiss. Miranda whimpers that characteristic 'ungh' of hers which makes Andy forget all reason as she abandons Miranda's lips to pay more attention to her breasts.

"The children will be aahh—upp—unhhhn." Miranda says breathlessly as she tries to resist but wraps a leg around Andy's back. Miranda doesn't know how Andy manages to make her such a babbling mess—it's almost annoying but also exhilarating and almost scary that Andy has so much power over her. But she's come to accept it, she doesn't mind, she's ready to surrender her body and soul selflessly to this woman who seems to have brought her back from the dead.

She can feel she's already soaking wet and as Andy's moves along her body to places lingering kisses on her abdomen and finally swivels her tongue across her navel. Miranda shivers and bucks against Andy's hips "oh! Oh..please"

"Please what M?" Andy asks as she removes the hand covering Miranda's face, she's blushing profusely and Andy kisses her lips and whispers against her ear, "I like it when you talk dirty! Tell me?"

Miranda shivers again and huffs, "Oh, I need you inside me. Please."

"No, say the word." Andy says as trails her fingers along Miranda's upper thighs, dangerously close to her vagina.

"Oh Christ! Please fuck me." And that's all Andy needs before she has two fingers deep inside her lovers soaking wet pussy. She strokes in steady rhythms and soon adds a third finger when Miranda's breathing becomes laboured. She fastens the pace of her pumping as she sucks on her clit and does other wonderful things with her tongue which always leaves Miranda breathless. Soon she's coming and Andy laps against her juices as if it were the sweetest, most wondrous thing in the world.

"Oh, oh stop! Oh..how do you do this?" Miranda asks as she goes limp and pants.

"I have my ways." Andy says she emerges from between her legs and kisses her squarely on the lips, making the older woman taste herself on her lovers lips. She lies down beside Miranda and traces little patterns on her abdomen.

"I will take care of you in a while; give this old woman some time to recover."

Andy chuckles, "Old woman my foot!" And nope, I've had my morning breakfast sweetheart. I'm content." She licks her lips and smirks. And then looks at Miranda. She has her face turned to the other side and has suddenly gone quiet.

"Did you sleep off again? I am really wearing you down, poor girl. Mir-" as Andrea turns her face she sees tears in Miranda's eyes, "heyyy, baby, what's wrong?"

Miranda closes her eyes as the tears flow towards her temples. "It's March 28th today."

Andy wipes away her tears and simply says, "Yes, we owe him a visit."

Miranda looks at Andy with pleading eyes, as if to say she can't do it but Andy looks back with strength and certainty which say 'yes you can'.

And with that they start the day.

11:00 a.m.

"Where are we going mom?" Chris inquires as he sits in the back seat of their Jaguar in between Caroline and Cassidy.

In the passenger seat, Miranda sits quietly looking out into the passing traffic, a million memories passing through her mind. She has a clearer idea of what happened exactly two years ago, now, than she did then. It was a similar day yet she'd felt utterly hollow on that day and she feels almost happy today, as if she's going to meet a long gone friend to tell him all about what's happened to her in the past year even though she knows he can't reply.

"You'll see soon buddy. Miranda, put on the Bach will you." She is drawn out of her reverie by Andy's voice and she fumbles for a bit before locating the CD. The familiar tunes of Bach fill the car and Chris keeps them entertained by pretending to play the violin and for a moment Miranda thinks she's never lost anything at all. It's all here. This is her family, her children, her everything and there is nothing more she needs. At last it feels enough.

As car comes to a stop, they get down and make their way towards the all too familiar place, Andy holding Chris, the girls following and Miranda right at the back carrying a bouquet of oriental lilies

As they reach the little grave, Andy is the first to sit down in front of it as she kisses her fingertips and places it on the stone.

"Hello Chris." she says and clears the leaves on the grave.

"Mom, why are you calling it Chris, I'm here." Chris says innocently.

"This is your brother, baby, he's with God now, you can't see him ever, but here you can talk to him, he will listen to you, you know. His name was Christopher too. We wanted you to come see him today." Andy explains.

"Is this mama's baby, who always made her sad?"

Andy starts to say something, but Miranda kneels down places the flowers on the grave and caresses her son's head, "Yes my darling. He did. He was our baby, just like you are. We'll always miss him but now we have you." Miranda says and places a kiss on his forehead.

Chris nods as if he understands something and then turns to the headstone and runs his hands over the engraving.

"Hey brother! It's okay, you don't need to feel sad for making mama unhappy, I'll cover for you." He kisses the headstone and then turns to Cassidy and Caroline with mischievous eyes as he says "Catch me if you can." And runs off. The twins follow suit.

Andy's and Miranda's eyes meet, they brim with unshed tears and they look away towards his little headstone.

It says

"You are the closest

I will ever come to magic"

Christopher Priestly Sachs

Much beloved son and brother

A Miracle

(2nd March, 2008 – 28th March, 2008)

Miranda traces every word, deep in thought, as if conversing with her son in her own world, arranging the flowers beautifully against the grave, then she smiles, kisses the grave and whispers a "I love you".

She turns to look at Andy with happy, hopeful eyes filled with gratitude and love and selfless devotion which almost disarms Andy. Then she says, "I must go see what they're upto." and with that she gets up and leaves to join her children.

Andy sits for a while and looks at her family in the distance. The girls are laughing over something Chris did while Miranda runs around trying to get hold of their son. Andy smiles and turns to the grave.

"Thanks buddy, for bringing them back to me. I won't ever let you down. Love you." She lights the candle she's brought along and leaves it burning, strongly, inspite of the wind as she too joins her family.

Fin.

Okay, so let me know how it was after all. I may or may not do an epilogue of sorts and few snippets but it will be a while, I have realized there are a few glitches in the entire story, I'll have them fixed and put this up on AO3 as a one piece maybe.

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