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 - I thought that I would be nice and give you this chapter early since its my birthday tomorrow. ;) Thank you for all the support with this story. I hope you enjoy…

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

Chapter 3

Feeling the warm rays of light touching her skin, Miranda woke groggily. Wondering why it was light, she sat up slowly and looked around. When she realised that she was in the guest room the previous night's revelations all came crashing back and the tears began to fall once more. Laying back down, she covered herself with the sheets and sobbed quietly into the pillow.

When Miranda had fled the room in the early hours of the morning, Andy hadn't been able to grasp that Miranda had fled and when she had eventually come back to her senses Miranda had already locked the door. Andy had sat silently crying next to the door all night and had only moved when she could hear the sound of her girls getting up for school. Finding the strength she was unaware she possessed she put on her normal face and went to get the girls ready.

Miranda had stopped crying an hour later and was stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, having dashed across the landing to avoid her wife, after locking herself in there. The reflection that was looking back at her wasn't pretty. Her eye's were red rimmed and her hair was mused. Miranda could only think of one word that could describe how she looked right now, and that was heartbroken. What she was feeling was physically and emotionally hurting her. Studying herself for a few more minutes, the expression on the editors face went from distraught to determined. Getting in the shower, she washed all of the hurt away and when she had stepped out the walls had come up. Walking calmly into her room, Miranda let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't come face to face with Andréa.

Walking back into the kitchen after waving the girls off to school, Andy sat back at the breakfast bar staring at a blown up picture of herself and Miranda on the family vacation, just after Miranda had proposed. They looked happy and in love and Andy couldn't believe that she may have broken them, and herself.

When Miranda stood and looked into the mirror, she was no longer looking at the heartbroken women, she was looking at Miranda Priestly, the editor of RUNWAY.

Andy had been lost in thought again, when her wife entered the kitchen. Walking straight past her, preparing herself a coffee and then walking out of the kitchen straight into the study. Completely ignoring the soft plea's from her wife and locking her self in for the remainder of the morning until Roy arrived to pick her up.

Andy sat in the kitchen staring at the door until her phone vibrated, informing her that Roy was out side waiting. Seconds later the editor walked out of the front door without a second thought for her wife. Or so Andy thought.

When they had officially become a couple, Andy had known that a relationship would be hard with the complex Miranda Priestly. They had certainly had their fair share of argument that could have quite easily torn their relationship apart. But through all of the difficult parts of their life together, their love for each other had pulled through every time. This time Andy wasn't quite sure if it would be enough.

When Miranda arrived at Elias - Clarke later that morning the staff knew straight away that today wasn't the day to cross Miranda Priestly! Emily could feel it as soon as the Editor had stepped out of the elevator. The tension in the air crackled around the whole floor and everyone but Emily and Nigel fled, hoping that they would still be employed at the end of the day. Sharing a look both Nigel and Emily agreed that something was seriously wrong. Miranda would only react like this for her daughter or her wife. They both new that what ever they could do to make the editors life easier today they would.

Miranda walked straight passed her assistants and Nigel flinging her coat and bag at her second assistant and then walking into her office closing and then locking the door behind her. She had turned off her phone on the way to work after receiving a text from Cassidy, telling her that her and Andréa that they needed to sort themselves out as they loved them both and they didn't want to loose Andréa. After Miranda had managed to decipher the text into a language that she could understand, the tears that she had been trying to hold back all morning started to fall again.

After Miranda had left a few hours ago, Andy had been deep in thought. Trying to come up with idea's to save her marriage. She had desperately wanted to go after her wife. But after actually giving that idea some thought decided against it, knowing that her wife would need to calm down a little before Andy could even try and fix this mess. Bringing her cup of coffee up to her lips and taking a sip, Andy realised how long she had been in her own world as it was cold. Cringing and spitting back out the coffee, Andy was just about to get up when her phone rang. Reaching for the phone as quickly as she could Andy grabbed the phone and looked hopefully at the caller ID. Her face quickly dropped when it read Mom.

Sitting back down, Andy picked up her phone.

"Andrea Darling, I know I said that I wouldn't be arriving until next week but I really missed you so I took an earlier flight out so I could spend the week with you before work takes over again. Would it be ok if you could come and meet me hear at the airport please?" Her mother reeled off with out giving Andy time to process what her mother had actually just said.

When the word finally did get though to her, Andy sat in shock. Having forgotten why Miranda had to know about the Nate lie in the first place.

"Andrea! … Andrea! Are you there, I would like to get cleaned up after this flight and get to actually see my daughter. I would also like it if you and Nate would mind coming out to dinner tonight. My treat."

"Mom, I need to tell you something," Andy finally managed to mutter into the phone.

"What's wrong darling. I'm sure that what ever it is can be solved. Pre wedding nerves? Is that it, or are you finally having a baby? Oh darling that's wonderful, I cant wait to see you. I may have to extend my stay to help…" Anne Sachs was shocked when her daughter interrupted her nastily.

"MOM! Enough. You need to start to listen. Firstly, I am not pregnant. Secondly, I have no pre wedding nerves. Thirdly, I am not getting married to Nate, I lied. I haven't seen him since before I went to Paris. I just wanted to get on with you for a little while. Also, I'm not really into men, if you understand what I mean. Oh, and another thing, I have been married to Miranda Priestly for quite some time and I have two step daughters all of whom I love with my whole heart and soul. I haven't had the apartment for over 6 months now, since I sold it when I moved in with my wife, and I would appreciate if you would stay in a hotel for the duration of your stay in New York. If you have a problem with any of this, I never want to speak to you again. Goodbye Mother!" Andy slammed the phone down onto the breakfast bar and took a deep quivering breath.

Looking up at the clock and then looking in on Miranda's schedule she quickly picked up her coat and bag and ran out of the house and headed in the direction of her wife.

Thank you for reading. I hope you have enjoyed this. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue.