I'm mortified that it has taken so long to get this out because it's actually been written for a week I jut haven't had the staying power to sit down long enough to type it. Thank you all again for the support, it really does mean everything. The next part is complete, I promise I'll try and get it up quicker than this part but I really do hate typing!

By the time Roy pulled the towncar onto the final winding road to the Priestly families Hamptons home the back seat was silent. Taking a moment to look in the rear view mirror and he couldn't help but smile at what he saw. Miranda had Andrea curled up against her side, the brunettes head tucked under her chin as they simply existed together. They were flanked on either side by the twins who were sleeping soundly. Cassidy had Andrea's arm wrapped in both of her own, her face pressed into the brunettes shoulder, at Miranda's side Caroline has obviously fallen asleep sitting upright but had slid further and further into her mother the deeper she fell into sleep. It was a picture he hated to break but it was time that all four women were securely behind their locked front door and fully out of the public eye for the rest of the day.

He was pleased when the car moving from the smooth of the road to the gravel of the driveway alerted Miranda to the fact they had arrived. He watched surreptitiously as she blinked away the haze and stroked the brunette head under her chin, leaning down to whisper something only the younger woman could hear, whatever it was was enough to cause Andrea to begin to uncurl from her position, offering her wife a radiant smile.

Roy was thrilled that this story had had a happy ending. He'd been there to see it all. From Andrea's first, stumbling steps as Miranda's assistant, through Miranda post Paris then their reunion. He had been driving Miranda for as long as she had been Editor in Chief, he'd seen her through two marriages, two divorces, the birth of her children and everything in between and he had never seen her so content as she had been in the last few years. Of course it hadn't all been plain sailing and he had witnessed his fair share of arguments between the fiery editor and the stubborn journalist, but he had also seen, for the first time, Miranda honestly and whole heartedly apologise when she was in the wrong. A firm believer in true love Roy was sure, beyond any shaddow of a doubt, that that was what these women shared.

By the time he pulled the a stop and got out to open the door all of the occupants of the back seat were once again awake. Caroline stumbled out first, rubbing the sleep for her eyes followed closely by her mother who was her usual elegant self.

"Congratulations again Miranda," he said quietly when their eyes met and he was gratified to receive a small smile and a pat on the arm. Andrea followed a lot less gracefully but she was smiling when she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"What my wife meant was thank you Roy" she grinned at him, ignoring the indulgent glare that Miranda threw her way, "Enjoy your time off."

"Enjoy the honeymoon Andy," The more he saw them together the more he knew they were the perfect match, Andrea externalised the kindness that Miranda had in her heart but would never let the outside world see for fear of it causing her downfall.

Cassidy stumbled out last, giving him a grin as she wandered towards the house. With a chuckle he closed the door and set about emptying the luggage out of the car. The faster he got back on the road the faster he could get back to the city and begin his holiday.

"So, Mrs Sachs-Priestly," Andrea grinned, slipping up behind Miranda where she was stood on the deck looking out towards the water in the dark, and slipping her arms around her waist.

"Mmm," Miranda hummed, relaxing back into the embrace and stroking her fingers over the other woman's wrists and hands, "Are the girls in bed?"

"Cass was already asleep when I got up there and Caroline wasn't far off when I went in," Andrea murmured, her voice whispering over Miranda's cheek and causing her to shiver in her wife's arms.

"Alone at last," She couldn't deny that it had been a wonderful day but not seeing Andrea the previous night and being surrounded by people from the moment she had stepped out of her bedroom that morning had become wearing and she had wanted to get Andrea on her own since they had said 'I do'

"Which means I can finally do this."Andrea's mouth descended on Miranda's neck as her hand slipped below her loose sweater pulling a hiss from the white haired woman's lips. Miranda allowed herself to be pushed more solidly against the railing as Andrea's hands continued to roam across her stomach and ribs and her lips nipped and licked across her exposed throat,

"I've wanted you since I saw you in the dress waiting for me," She murmured against Miranda's shoulder, "I couldnt believe you were actually there, that you actually wanted to marry me."

"Oh darling," Miranda groaned as the younger woman sunk her teeth into her skin and she leant heavily against the railing in front of her, it would never cease to amaze her easily this woman could turn her to mush, "You were exquisite."

It wasn't until the other woman's hand slipped beneath her bra and palmed her breast that she remembered where they were and how close the girls were, in the townhouse there were several rooms and a floor between them but here they were in much closer quarters than any of them were used to.

"Darling, the girls"

"Are asleep." Andrea whispered, rolling a nipple between her fingers and relishing the groan it pulled from the other woman

"They could wake up." it took every ounce of self control she posessed to grab Andrea's wrist and still her movements, she could feel her pout against her skin, "But I have an idea," turning she pressed a kiss to the pouty mouth and smiled, "Because believe me, I don't want this to end here."

When the other woman returned she was well equipped. She had pulled a picnic blanket from one of the cupboards along with one of the battery powered lanterns they kept in case of a power cut. A bottle of champagne and two flutes hung loosely from her other hand.

"Come on then" she grinned as she passed Andrea and stepped down from the deck and onto the sand, taking a few steps into the darkness before turning and regarding her wife pointedly, "By all means move at a glacial pace, you know how that thrills me."