Title - Secrets

Rating - T

Summery - Miranda and Andrea have been married for just over a year when paradise disappears when a little white lie Andy told years ago comes back to haunt her.

A/N - Thank you for all of the kind reviews and the story alerts. I am glad that you are enjoying this. I have a few idea's on how to continue this but really I'm just making it up as I go along. This hasn't been Beta'd so all mistakes are mine and I apologise. Enjoy…

Disclaimer - I do not own The Devil Wears Prada, I just play with them.

Chapter 2

The awkward silence that had fallen over the table that night meant that the meal was finished within half an hour, the twin deciding that they would give dessert a miss as to escape the tension.

Miranda was sipping her wine while every so often glancing at her wife who was playing with some of the food left on her plate. A nervous habit that Miranda had found out about when Andréa had wanted to tell her about a job she had opted to go on out of the country.

Andy knew that she had to tell her wife about the mess she had gotten herself into, it was the right thing to do. But that didn't mean that it would be any easier. She wished that life came with a handbook, helping you deal with all of the situations that could possibly occur. Even then, it was highly unlikely that there would be a chapter called 'How to tell your parents your not engaged to the man they believe you are in a serious relationship with' or 'How to then explain to said parents that you are indeed married to a women (who they hate) and have two step daughters'. This thought made Andy laugh out loud which in turn made her wife look sharply at her and raise a perfectly sculptured eyebrow in question.

Andy raised her head and looked straight into the eyes of the women who she loved unconditionally. Seeing the love, concern and panic flash through her wife's eyes, tears started to fall down her face rapidly and with in seconds she was sat sobbing. "I'm so sorry. It wasn't meant to go this far!" The distraught women sobbed while still looking into the blue pools that were her wife's eyes.

Miranda's concern for her young wife doubled as she witnessed her go from laughing hysterically to sobbing and apologising over and over. Hurriedly putting the glass onto the table Miranda stood and rushed towards her wife and brought her into a tight embrace making sure that her Andréa knew that she was loved no matter what.

Andy clung to Miranda like a life line, knowing that as soon as it came to telling her wife what she had done that she would likely not want anything to do with her ever again. This in turn made her sob even more as she wasn't sure if she could survive with out Miranda, in face she knew she wouldn't be able to survive without her wife and her two children.

The two women stood holding each other for what seemed like hours. Miranda muttering sweet nothings in Andréa's ear hoping that it would help to calm her while also running one hand though her chocolate hair. Andy was still sobbing and chocking out apologies and the odd comment about it not meaning to escalate to the extent that it had. Though Miranda was still clueless to what exactly 'it' was.

Believing that they had been stood up far too long Miranda directed her distraught wife up the stairs and into their bedroom.

Andy knew that this conversation was going to come up at some point or other. She had always though she would have time to sort out the mess that she had made. Andy felt amazed at how one little phone call from her mother could possibly tear apart her marriage and in turn her happiness.

When she had first started to 'date' Miranda, Andy couldn't see the harm in one little white lie. She wasn't even aware that she was 'dating' Miranda as it had started out as a friendship. When they had decided to become a couple, or when Miranda had had enough of all the dancing around and had just kissed her, it still wasn't a problem. She was able to spend her life with her wife and keep her parents happy at the same point.

Miranda looked down at her wife and realised that she was deep in though. The sobbing had stopped about an hour after they had entered the bedroom and laied on the bed, but her Andréa was still silently crying. Knowing that her wife needed time to get her head together, Miranda just held her close and continued stroking her hear soothingly.

Andy was grateful that Miranda was holding her close and trying to make it all better for her when she didn't even know why. It was one of the things that made Andy fall more in love with the gorgeous editor, how much she cared and even with her reputation as the 'Ice Queen' , held back what she wanted to do and did what Andy (or the twins) needed her to do.

When Miranda had proposed to Andy on a family holiday they had taken, she couldn't have been happier. Her parents and the lie they believed hadn't even entered her mind. It wasn't until they had returned home and Andy had received a phone call from her mum she actually began to think that what she had started was a bad idea. She had come close to revealing all to her mother that day. Andy had tested the water and told her mother that she had met Miranda at the gala earlier that week and they had had a surprisingly civil conversation and that she had enjoyed her company that night. Her mothers reaction to that bit of news had stopped Andy from telling her mother all that had been happening for the past six months. Out of everything that she had said that day, only one thing really hit a nerve. Her mother had shouted, "I don't care if that bitch has become an angel over night, if you so much as spend a second in her company and turn into the unrecognisable women that she made you, you will never see or hear from me again!".

With this thought Andy tightened her grip on Miranda's waist and took a deep breath preparing herself for the hurt that was about to come.

"My mother phoned today," Andy whispered into Miranda's neck.

Miranda looked down at her love startled at the sudden declaration. Andréa never spoke willingly about her parents. Miranda was under the impression that Andréa didn't talk to them at all and that she didn't want to talk about it.

"Oh, and what did she have to say?" Miranda queried cautiously.

"She called… She called to inform me that she is coming to New York for a month with work and she wants to stop with me in my apartment," Andy rushed out as quickly as she could.

Miranda jerked her head and looked down at her lover. "You're apartment?" she asked. "You sold that apartment when you moved in with me seven months ago. Why would she think that you still lived there?" Miranda's voice grew in volume as she became angry at all the scenarios going through her head. Surely Andréa would have told her mother about their relationship, they were married after all.

Andréa drew in a deep breath and looked into the editors cold blue eyes that showed no emotion. But clearly telling Andy that she was hurt.

Deciding that she needed to come clean, as quickly as she could possibly get it out she muttered, "When I left you in Paris, my parents were happy. They had gotten their little innocent daughter back. They wanted me to start to think about grandchildren and they thought Nate would be a perfect husband and father, so to keep them happy I told them I was engaged to him and that we were thinking of children. It was a perfect lie, they never visit and it kept my relationship with them stable. The lie escalated and they still believe that me and Nate are together and are planning our wedding."

When her Andréa had finished her little speech, Miranda was furious, hurt and confused. She loved Andréa with all her heart and sole and it hurt that she had lied about her, and that Andréa hadn't told her what was going on. She was confused at why Andréa parents would need to believe a lie to keep a stable relationship with their daughter and she was angry because she thought that Andréa was ashamed of her.

Sitting up quickly, Miranda took one look at her sobbing wife and fled the room, only stopping when she had locked the door to the guest room and collapsed in a quivering mess on the bed…

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