"You can run, but you can't hide"

10:31 pm, nothing.

10:38 pm, nothing.

10:47 pm, still nothing.

10:59 pm, *buzz*

"Hello" Andy answered her cell phone knowing already who was calling.

"Hi" the voice in the other end said.

"Hi" she replied.

"I'm sorry." how hard it is for a bigheaded person say those words?

"No, you are not." Andy shot back dully.

"Yes I am, I don't regret it, but I am sorry for upset you." Miranda said quietly.

"You had no right Miranda." Andy said sighing heavy holding the pillow.

"Yes I did, my intensions were noble and everything that concerns you and your safety it is my right." Miranda replied softly trying to avoid another fight.

"But your ways were deceitful." Andy said irritably. It seems the fight is in order now.

"Andrea I did nothing wrong, how hard it is for you to comprehend that you are in charge of political page of your newspaper, you are a political journalist, not criminal reporter, you are involved with political issues not criminal," Miranda rolled her eyes making a face, "ok sometimes politicians are just as criminal but you know what I mean, you don't have to put yourself in danger in order to do your job and I hate to repeat myself but I don't consider what I did wrong, I didn't boss around or was exigent, I just asked Greg to not select or let you to do that kind of freelancer.

"Oh really?" Andy said sarcastically, "Miranda in case you are not aware, you don't ask people, you demand, even when you say please, people understand 'do it or suffer the consequence," Andy said mocking Darth Vader with a creepy voice making Miranda struggle the urge to laugh.

"I did not" Miranda said as that justification was enough. "And he could've said no."

Andy cut her off, "yeah Miranda saying no to you is so easy."

Miranda took a long breath before continue. "Andrea you are not an ordinary person anymore, people know you now and those people can do things to you just to affect me." She reminded Andy.

"Miranda what happened this time was coincidence, pure and simply, I was coming home when Julian and I saw the police officer receiving money from Judge Milo Bernard."

"Oh really?" Was Miranda´s time to be sarcastic, "Enlighten me, when did we sell our house and move to Brooklyn and…"

Andy cut her off cranky "Miranda I get your point, we already went over this a million times, I like what I do, really I do, but I don't have to be behind a desk when I have time enough to cover other issues that I consider important."

"Fascinating, then let's talk about something we both consider important" she paused "Andrea, you are not taking hormones for nothing, you can be pregnant already and doing all those dangerous things that you have no necessity to do, why you don't understand that, why is so difficult for you to accept? The situations you put yourself in, just sounds so dangerous, and not at all the place for someone of your talent." Miranda paused as giving time for Andy to process her words. "You have nothing to prove," Miranda was softly talking but determinedly, "and I didn't do it just because of the possibility of you be pregnant but because of you and don't think for a second that I have any regret because I don't, I did it to protect you." Miranda was trying hard to make Andrea understand so decisions doesn't affect only her but a whole family now.

"Miranda I'm not a child, I know I may be pregnant right now and I'm not doing anything to put our child or myself in danger." Miranda was shaking her head on the pillow.

"Ah please Andrea be serious, if you don't think the times you had a knife pointed to you or almost being kidnapped or be trapped in an elevator God knows where dangerous, you have to rethink your parameters" Miranda was becoming disturbed but her tone was the same controlled, confidently one, difficult to read.

"I said I get your point Miranda, this is a matter of you always being right and me wrong and I have to accept what you say, right?" Andrea asked with a grumpy expression on her face.

"No it's not, it's indeed a matter of you being conscientious, am I reaching for the stars? Not really," Miranda asked and answered before Andy could, "I just want you to take care of yourself and concentrate your efforts to do the job you were chosen to do and you do it very well by the way."

"I know you worry about me and I'm not mad for that, I am mad because you passed over me in order to do something for me and didn't tell me a thing about it, you made me look like an idiot that needs your permission to do my job and my boss didn't know what to do because he didn't want to go against a request that you made."

Miranda could spend the next 4 hours giving Andy plenty reasons for justify what she did, but she decided was enough for now. "I'm sorry, I will try to behave and not interfere that much." Miranda was clearing rolling her eyes.

"Thank you, I´d appreciate, and don't roll your eyes for me," she finished almost giggling.

After a few seconds breathing over the phone Miranda asked "Are you still mad with me?"

"Not completely, but you better make it up to me good this time." Andy smiled devilishly, trying to picture the look on Miranda's face when she says what she have in mind.

"What do you want?" Miranda asked amused already.

"Go shopping with you, just you and me, no Emily or Sarah doing things for us." Andy dropped the bomb.

Miranda´s amused smile faded, she can't understand why Andrea was mesmerized about that and why she need to go shopping when she has people to spare her that thorny irritable thing.

Andy was waiting for the answer but nothing came so far. "You are my wife and I would like to buy things on my own sometimes."

"What do you wanna buy?"

"That is nothing in particular I want. I just want to go shopping with you like ordinary couples do, won't kill you I promise." Andy said smiling. "Miranda?"

"Ok" Miranda answered letting out a long sigh. "Now can you please come back to bed? I'm being punished enough don't you think?"

Andy chuckled over the phone, she knew she would have the chance to use the 'let´s go shopping' card someday. "Be right there."

Andy hung up and went back to their bedroom, silent treatment this time was going on for three days now.

As soon as she got into the room she took it off her shirt and straddle Miranda rolling over to her side of the bed.

"Wouldn't be easier if you just walk around the bed and lay quietly at your side?" Miranda said in her well faked annoying voice Andy knows well now.

"What is the fun in that?" Andy huffed lifting the duvet and slid in cuddling with Miranda, she gave her a needy kiss and came back to rest her head in her pillow when air was necessary in her lungs.

"I'm glad you called," she brought Mirandas hand to her belly "I was one minute away to give up and come back here." Andy confessed.

"I'm glad I did then," Miranda said tracing an invisible line at Andy's belly.

"Why am I always the one that has to leave the bedroom when we fight?" Andy asked.

"You didn't have to leave," Miranda said.

"You kicked me out," Andy snapped.

"I did not do such thing, you went on your free will." Miranda had a pleased smile already.

"Yeah right, next time you and your free will, will pass by that door straight to the guestroom," Andy teased her as pointed to the door.

"If there is a next time?" Miranda smiled at her.

"Yes there will be, many," she explained tracing the line over Miranda's lips "and we will be fine after that and then have hot desperate make up sex," Andy said wrinkling her nose.

Andy brought Miranda close to her body so she could be only inches apart, "I love you so very much, that amazes me sometimes, but if you ever interfere on my job again, I will kill you."

"I love you as well and I will try." Miranda replied nibbling on her lips. "That is the part when we start to have hot, desperate make up sex?"

"Exactly!" Andy finished already rolling Miranda to the bottom, bringing their lips together.

Fin.