I do not own DWP I have just borrowed them for inspiration.

It was time for Andréa's procedure. Both Andréa and Miranda were on an emotional high that morning.

Between her nerves regarding Andréa's pregnancy and the twins bickering over some silly video game Miranda lost it. "That is enough! If you two do not stop it right now you will have no video games to fight over!"

The girls sat in shock. Miranda never raised her voice, even when the girls were in full fight mode.

Andréa was shocked, "Miranda."

Miranda glared at Andréa. After a few minutes Miranda sighed, "I am sorry girls, Andréa. I guess I am just under more stress than I realized today."

Andréa walked over to Miranda and caressed her cheek. She leaned in and gave Miranda a kiss, then whispered in her ear. "It will be alright. I will be fine. I promise."

Miranda hugged Andréa tight. "I know, I just worry too much. I love you too much."

Andréa leaned back and smiled, "not possible. Say it has been a long time since we had a party here. Why don't we invite Emily and Serena; and Chris and Maxine over Saturday night? I will take care of everything."

"That's not fair we will not be here!" Whined the girls. Miranda glared. "Sorry Mom, we will stop fighting."

"Thank you girls." Miranda went over and placed a kiss on the tops of their heads. "That sounds like a wonderful idea Sweetheart."

Miranda stood by Andréa's side as Dr. Edwards transplanted Michael's sperm into Andréa. Miranda just did not feel good about this but Andréa wanted it so bad Miranda was going what ever she needed to do so Andréa could have a baby. Andréa winced once and Miranda squeezed her hand. "I'm fine Miranda. It just pinched a little."

Miranda looked worried at Dr. Edwards. "She never felt anything the last time. What happened?"

Dr. Edwards smiled. "It is O.K. Miranda, probably just from the equipment."

Andréa tugged on Miranda's hand. "Kiss me." She had to get Miranda's mind on more pleasant things.

Miranda looked into Andréa's deep brown eyes, leaned down, and passionately kissed her love.

Dr. Edwards smiled, "You two are going to make the best parents."

Miranda blushed. They spent the next hour at the office with Andréa flat on her back talking about her plans for the party. Miranda pulled out her phone. "I think now is a good time to call and offer our invitations." She dialed then handed the phone to Andréa. Miranda sighed with relief this time she had something to keep the nervous Mother to be occupied.

Afterward Miranda went right to Runway but she instructed Roy to take Andréa straight back to the townhome and she demanded her to rest the remainder of the day. Roy smiled and nodded.

"But Miranda Dr. Edwards said …"

"I do not care what Dr. Edwards said, you are to go home and rest." Miranda kissed Andréa on the nose. "I promise I will be home early."

Miranda was spewing off a long list of assignments for John before she even exited the elevator. There were times John could not figure out how the woman did it. How she kept everything in her mind and in order. It was just amazing to him. He smiled as she walked into her Lair.

Nigel walked into Miranda's office. "I hear the Dragon Lady is blowing fire today."

Miranda glared. "Sit. Have you contacted Ms. Favre?"

Nigel nodded, O.K. right to work, "Not unexpectedly she was shocked and readily accepted your offer. She stated you did not have to offer the university degree she would have quit school to come work for you."

Miranda looked up startled. "She will be working for Emily."

Nigel nodded, and looked questioningly at Miranda, "She knows but it was you who offered her the job."

Miranda quickly responded, "Do not ever let anyone quit school to come work at Runway Nigel. Do you understand me?" Nigel nodded. Miranda looked at Nigel reflecting, "I have come to a conclusion and I wanted you to be the first to hear it." Nigel was worried. "I have decided to announce at the awards ceremony that I will step down as Editor in Chief of Runway effective immediately after Paris Fashion Week next year." Nigel sat stunned. Miranda gave him time.

Miranda breathed, "You will need to find someone to take over for you in the Art Department since neither Emily nor Patricia will be with Runway anymore."

"But Miranda." Miranda watched Nigel, he was rubbing his bald head. "Do you not think this is a bit premature?"

Miranda looked down at the newspaper she had open. "You and Emily have both proven yourselves to the highest extremes. I have every confidence the two of you will be ready for the exchange."

Nigel sighed, "That is not what I am talking about. Six has no idea you are doing this does she?"

Miranda continued with her paper, "She knows I am planning it, but no she does not know I have set the date."

Nigel leaned forward, "Do you not think you should discuss this with her first?"

Miranda looked up. "We have discussed it, and it is time." Miranda could not understand what Nigel was so concerned about.

Nigel blew out a breath, "I don't know what else to say Miranda."

"How about I have ideas for an issue featuring top rate singers." Nigel smiled, and shook his head.

Nigel pulled out the envelope that was stuck under his arm and laid it on Miranda's desk. Miranda raised her eyebrows.

Nigel grinned, "Open it."

Miranda pulled out the paper lying inside. Models: Tina Turner, Taylor Swift, Pharrell Williams, Faith Hill, and Tim McGraw. Designers: Oscar de la Renta, Donna Karan, Marchesa, and Reed Krokoff.

"We have not received a confirmation on the photographer but expect it any time for Alice Hawkins. After the issues we have put out no one can say no and everyone wants to work for you."

"Maybe you should start taking over right now Nigel." Miranda was peeking over her glasses.

"Miranda did you hear what I just said?" Nigel was exacerbated, "They want to work for you."

"Yes Nigel I heard you I was just joking with you."

Nigel fell into his chair. "I believe I have the vapors." Nigel started fanning himself.

Miranda glared. "That's all."

That night when Miranda walked through the front door all she heard was quiet. Strange she thought. The living room and kitchen were empty. She walked up stairs and the study, all the bedrooms were empty. She looked around, knowing she was in the right home, but where was her family? She happened to look out the window and saw the two girls running around out in the back yard flinging their arms in the air. What in the world where they doing? Miranda walked down the stairs and out the back door. Andréa was sitting on a lounge by the bushes watching the girls running around.

Miranda went over to Andréa, "What are they up to?"

Andréa looked up and smiled. "They are trying to catch lightening bugs."

Miranda sat down on the lounger beside Andréa, "fire flies?"

"Mom look. I caught one." Cassidy came closer to the couple with her hands held tight together. Cassidy stuck them in front of Miranda and opened her hands slowly. "Look Mom, look it is lighting up." Miranda peaked inside Cassidy's hands. Sure enough there was a light inside. Miranda smiled. Cassidy opened her hands as the bug took off in flight, than she took off toward her sister.

Miranda leaned in and kissed Andréa softly on the lips. "How are you feeling Sweetheart?"

Andréa beamed. "Pregnant." she caressed her belly lovingly.

Miranda smiled. "I hardly believe that."

Andréa shrugged, "A girl can wish can't she?"

Miranda playfully rubbed Andréa's belly. "Yes she can. O.K. girls time to go in and wash up it is time to eat." Miranda got up and offered her hand to Andréa. Andréa smiled and accepted it. The two walked to the house with their arms around each other's waist. This simple act left Miranda with the deepest feeling of love and family. Just like her kisses with Andréa. It was all so simple and the best feeling, so why did it have to be so complicated sometimes? Miranda hated feeling out of control.

That night Miranda broke it to Andréa her plans on stepping down from Runway next year.

Andréa was shocked. She had expected this but not so soon, "Miranda are you sure? There is so much happening right now. Runway is excelling."

Miranda smiled, "Always leave them wanting more."

"That is not funny Miranda." Andréa was stern.

Miranda took a deep breath. She was pacing in front their large bedroom window, "Next year we will have a baby to keep me occupied. And I told you I am not leaving Runway completely. I will still have insight to it at times. I'll be able to enjoy it more without all the headaches. Andréa I am ready for this. Please let me do this without regret."

Andréa smiled, walked over to Miranda, and pulled her close. "Fine I will loosen the rope and let you fly on your own."

Miranda opened the front door and both couples were standing there. "Well you four timed that impeccably well." Miranda motioned for them to come in. "You all do remember each other?" They all nodded. Miranda led them into the living room. The women sat and chatted long into the night. Most of it centered around the children and how fast they were growing. Chris watched Miranda through the visit. She knew there was something wrong. Since the first day they met in her office she had the uncanny ability to know when something was bothering Miranda.

Once when Miranda got up to get food and more drinks Chris followed her into the kitchen. "How are things Miranda? You are playing hostess. Andrea is not drinking the wine."

Miranda took a deep breath. She turned to Chris and relayed the tragic day of the miscarriage, and this second attempt to get pregnant. Miranda had to fight hard to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm sorry Miranda, I did not mean to bring up something so sensitive." Chris could see the pain Miranda was in.

Miranda shook her head. "We are dealing with it."

Chris put a hand on Miranda's shoulder. "Are you? Remember Miranda I know how you think."

Miranda looked at Chris and tried to smile, "I have to for Andréa's sake."

Chris glared at Miranda, "You can not fight your way through these things. You need to open up. You need to talk to someone. You can trust me."

Miranda bristled, "I am fine."

Just then Andréa walked in. "What is taking you two so long we are starving in there."

Chris laughed, "Just on our way out." She picked up the wine and water bottles. "Here you take these and I will help Miranda with the food."

Chris turned before she left the kitchen, "I mean it Miranda, call me."