I'm pregnant

Andrea fussed around the dinning room, straightening the already perfectly placed cutlery and picking up the glasses to wipe of flecks of invisible dust. She had tried to sit down and wait patiently but she'd only managed five minutes before she had practically vibrated herself out of the chair with her nervous energy.

Technically it wasn't her fault she was in such a state, or at least that was what she was telling herself, the girls had left for their fathers two hours ago, up until which point they had been acting as a grand distraction, and Miranda was late, nearly three hours late. To give her her credit Miranda had called to let them know that she was running behind, but even with the chance of delays Andrea had expected her home in time to see the girls off, a time which had far passed.

Moving through to the kitchen she rechecked all of the dishes which had been left in the oven to keep warm, if she was lucky Miranda would get home before everything was completely ruined, though she was quickly running out of time for that to be the case. She knew it wasn't good for her to be getting so worked up so rather than fussing around downstairs she headed up to hers and Miranda's shared study where she put on a compilation of relaxing classics and picked up her book from where she had abandoned it the previous night. And relax.

Miranda pushed her way through the door with a sigh, kicking off her shoes and shrugging out of her jacket, it had been a long day, too long, and she was sorely aware that she had missed the chance to say goodbye to her daughters and let down Andrea too.

The hall was dark but for the light seeping from the kitchen so she followed the light, surprised to find the room empty, it was Andrea who was always so insistent that lights be switched off when you left the room. The room did however smell divine and Miranda moved to peer in the oven where she found her favourite meal keeping warm. Pulling it out to get a better look she sighed, over done, beyond saving. Switching off the oven she caught sight of the light coming from the dining room, leaning against the door frame she took in the beautifully set table, the vase of fresh flowers, the candles waiting to be lit and the bottle of champagne chilling in the ice bucket and tried to work out what she had forgotten this time. She really was awful when it came to remembering dates but she couldn't for the life of her remember what she had missed this time, she knew it wasn't her birthday and it couldn't be Andrea's either since that had been the previous month. It couldn't be their anniversary either could it? That was November she may not be able to pinpoint the exact date off the top of her head but she knew it was still too early in the year to be that.

Turning of the lights she headed further into the house to find her wife, following the sound of gentle music up to the second floor where she found light spilling from the study. She found Andrea there, curled up in the corner of the sofa sleeping peacefully, her book abandoned on her lap. Miranda took a moment to take her in, sitting on the arm of the chair beside her and brushing the hair out of her face.

"Andrea," she said gently, "darling I'm home." The younger woman stirred and stretched before slowly opening her eyes, a smile lighting up her face when she caught sight of her wife.

"Hi" she said quietly, leaning into the hand in her cheek, her own hand seeking out contact. "What time is it?"

"Quite late I'm afraid," Miranda murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of the woman's head as she pulled her too her, "I seem to have ruined a surprise?"

"Oh." Andrea said, remembering the nervous energy of earlier, "oh. Dinner."

"I took the liberty of switching the oven off. I'm afraid my lateness means it is quite ruined. I also feel awful because I can't seem to work out what it is we are celebrating."

"Don't worry, you haven't forgotten anything," Andrea smiled and pulled Miranda into her lap, pressing a kiss to her cheek, allowing the older woman's presence to keep the nervousness at bay, "but I do have some news,"

"Oh?" Miranda fixed her with a raised eyebrow, "do move at a glacial pace Andrea you know how that thrills me."

"Haha!" Eyes twinkling Andrea kissed away the mock scowl on Miranda's face and brushed her fingers through the stubborn lock of hair that was constantly flopping into her eyes, "now it's a secret, you aren't allowed to tell anyone." She said pressing her forehead against her wife's, "not a soul, not even the dog,"

"Andrea."

"Miranda." She chuckled in mock seriousness bumping her nose against her wife and grinning at her, "you're going to have to be a lot nicer to me, no more grumpy Mira."

"I have no idea what you are talking about darling," Miranda sniffed, "now are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"You'll have to go back downstairs, have a look at your place at the dining table." With a huff Miranda pushed herself up and headed for the door, standing and stretching Andrea followed at a distance, stopping in the doorway of the dining room and simply watching. She knew the moment Miranda spotted the envelope and gave her unspoken question an encouraging nod. The look that overcame the older woman's face when she pulled out the small photograph was priceless, equal parts confusion, joy and hope.

"Andrea?"

"I'm pregnant miranda," she murmured, a smile almost splitting her face in half as she closed the space between them, "it worked. We're having a baby." Miranda pulled her into a strong embrace but not before Andrea spotted the tears beginning to track down her cheeks. It had been a long road with so many problems that Andrea had almost convinced herself that it was just never going to happen. After the last time she hadn't dared breath a word of her news to anyone. Not even Miranda, not until she had passed the first trimester and things were looking positive. It had been hard, she'd woken up every day terrified that something was going to happen, it was a miracle Miranda hadn't noticed though she had spent a large chunk of the last three months traveling for fashion week and they had both been busy.

"How long?" Miranda asked into her neck, her arms tightening around her wife's waist

"13 weeks."

"And everything is ok?"

"The doctor says everything looks fine, it's a healthy baby. I have to go in every two weeks for a check up because of the last time. But other than that everything should progress as normal."

"We're having a baby," the wonder in Miranda's voice only served to widen the smile on Andrea's face and she forced the other woman's head from its resting place on her chest so they were looking at each other.

"We are." She grinned, taking the other woman's face in her hands and kissing her deeply "I love you Miranda Priestly."

"Oh Andrea," Miranda gave her as close to a grin as she had ever seen and pressed a hand to her still flat abdomen. "I love you too. Both of you."