''What's this?''

Andy held it up at her.

Miranda saw it in Andy's hand. Standing only wrapped in a fluffy towel, with a toothbrush in her mouth.

''You fired me!''

Miranda swallowed, barely able to glance at what Helen in HR had sent in Andy's outstretched hand.

Andy was really hurt and confused by this, why would Miranda do this to her, with what happened last night between them, kissing her and in bed with her this morning and with Miranda being uncharacteristically nice, and giving her those really generous cheques to help her out with Brody and bills, what kind of a person fires someone then kisses and makes out with them and not bother saying something or uses her toothbrush and also wants to have dinner with her.

Only Miranda Priestly.

Andy truthfully liked her job at Runway. Most of all, she liked working near Miranda every day. How could Miranda do this to her.

''Andrea, please listen.'' Miranda held her towel up with one hand and catching Andy's arm in her wet palm. '' I decided that this is for the best for you. '' Seeing hurt in her brown eyes that she'd caused. ''Just. Let me explain myself.'' Miranda stroked her arm, placating the fraught brunette.

''I thought it was time for you to move on from Runway.''

''Move on.'' Andy stammered out. ''So you wanted to let me go.''

To be so suddenly fired because Miranda thought it was for the best for her, made her really upset. That would mean someone else was going to be there for Miranda. Getting her coffee and taking care of her and also to be there for her and it wouldn't be Andy.

''Yes. I want you to move on from being my assistant not me. Andrea just listen to me, you want to write, I know, that is what you really want to do. Isn't it?'' Miranda consoled, brushing her palm onto Andy's face.

''How do you know if that's what I want now? I liked being at Runway with you.'' Andy confessed.

Miranda stilled. ''You do?'' Miranda slumped she'd done this all over being fueled by green eyed unreasonable jealousy over Brody.

''Yeah I did. I liked working with you.''

''You do.'' Miranda always thought Andy found fashion silly.

Miranda searched Andy's face, she'd have to somehow, try to explain how pathetically irrationally jealous she was about Brody and her, and the image of sharing bubble baths and him not turning out to be a six foot two hunk instead he was an adorable three and a half year old.

Andy's son. Brody, who had her eyes.

He also had Andy's big infectious smile. She was a goner for both, the little Sachs and the bigger one.

Miranda knew, she'd maybe acted a bit rashly last night. Priestly slighted jealousy did that.

Andrea saying how her life had changed with him in it. What was she supposed to think?

Hoping Andrea would just understand and forgive her eventually. She'd call Helen right now. Her job would be back by noon as soon as Miranda got some clothes on.

''Why did you do this now?'' Andy had to ask her.

Miranda stopped stroking her arm. ''I thought it was best if you left Runway no if you left me….because I thought you were with someone. I didn't…I couldn't see a new somebody with you.''

Andy's eyes darted up to hers. ''With who?''

Miranda looked at the tile floor, quietly murmuring out. ''Brody.''

Andy looked adorably puzzled at her.

Miranda confessed out softly, bringing her eyes slowly up into Andy's surprised eyes on her. ''I was jealous. You were on the phone and I heard how happy he made you and I was mistaken in thinking that this Brody and you were involved.''

''You thought Brody was sleeping with me?''

Hissing out defensive but waspishly. ''Yes. Toys. Bubble bath. I'm a jealous old fool when it comes to you.''

''Oh.''

Andy stared at her with her mouth open at Miranda who stood just in a fluffy towel. Miranda was jealous of Brody. She thought last night, he was her new boyfriend in the picture. That was crazy. That was so, so almost flattering to Andy.

Beginning to laugh, it built up loudly as Andy reached forward and cupped her face and gently kissed her.

Pulling back from kissing her white haired beauty. ''Miranda you're not old to me maybe irrationally jealous and next time just ask me who someone is.''

Miranda was leaning against the sink from the kiss. ''I will.'' Promising Andy as she rubbed her lips with hers.

Snaking her toned arms to either side of the sink, trapping her between them. ''I have to finish breakfast and then we can figure this out. I like this. Just being us.''

Miranda did to. Being like this didn't take effort like her last two husbands. She didn't have to try. They just fit.

Stephen or Greg in her life she never found in either of them, a person and a lover whose voice and warm touch made her feel ''melty''.

Andy just looking at her did that.

Andy turned her head back to her. ''Do you like waffles or I can make pretty good crepes or no do you want those eggs how I usually get them for you, I think I can attempt to try and make them.''

Andy was a whiz with a whisk.

Pecked by Miranda's mouth. ''What was that for?'' Miranda bit her lip, Andy was hers, her ''melty''. Pulling her mouth back from Andy's startled lips.

''Andrea you're not my assistant, this is not errands, whatever you're having I'll have.''

Andy grinned at her, prompting with her brows raised. ''So I'm what exactly to you, Miranda? ''

Miranda's mouth curved on her. ''Let me see, you're not just my friend. Friends don't kiss like we were in bed. You mean much more than that to me.''

''Do I? Do you mean I'm your lover? Andy was elatedly wanting to hear Miranda call her that. Her lover. ''Though, I really want to be a future bubble bath companion to you.'' Andy teased her lightly.

Miranda blushed at that, as Andy caressed her through the towel clinging to her.

Smelling of plain oatmeal soap and lotion, long fingers slowly parted open the towel, nipping her lower lip as Andy was stopped suddenly.

''Brody.'' Andy cut her off with one more kiss that made Miranda return it equally, her tongue met Andy's.

Andy husked out. ''He's fine for a sec.'' Kissing the side of her face, Andy urged her closer as she caressed her ivory skin under her hands.

''Andrea I had twins once. Never turn your back on them.'' Miranda shared this sagely.

There was the time Miranda did so and found Cassidy and Caroline giggling having pulled apart all of their new diapers and at Brody's age her Bobbsey's, finger painted Patricia's fur and her kitchen walls with handprints.

Miranda parted her mouth moaning as she was stroked down her spine with Andy's knuckles, her towel slipping down on her.

Her waist was circled by caressing hands as Miranda who never had sex in the day, reciprocated as she ran her silky digits across the tattoo on Andy's hip, exploring it with one finger gliding and lowering to stop on Andy's waistband.

Her brunette cupped her taut buttocks, squeezing them which drew a whimper from her as Andy bent mouth kissed her neck, tasting Miranda's skin in her mouth.

Moving lower to her breasts, dark brown hair tickled her skin.

A firm hard tongue moistened her nipple as she moaned her response and clenched her thighs.

Stopping herself, they were not doing this so soon, she wanted Andrea but they needed to take this slow.

They hadn't even been on a date yet. What if Andrea thought she was frumpy or not any good in bed?

Stephen's words of being uptight with sex rang in her head.

''Andy we can't, not like this.'' Miranda wanted her and it but not up against a sink.

Andy's mouth halted, looking up into her eyes.

''I do want you but not like this.'' Miranda reassured, feathering her soft pink lips across Andy's face with small kisses.

'' I want this to be slow, take our time.''

Andy understood, drawing the towel back up. ''Sorry I can't keep my hands to myself with you.''

Miranda's hands touched over hers as she guided her to cover her breasts which Andy growled her disappointment. Wanting to have her hands full of those longer.

''I have to be at work soon.'' Miranda confessed, using Andy's hairbrush through her white hair.

''Just stay here. Skip work. I can offer you a day with me and Brody, later when Brody's asleep, we can fool around with Mr. Bubbles.'' Glancing at the tub.

Miranda placed the brush down next to something she blushed at in Andrea's medicine cabinet.

She picked it up as Andy saw her holding it.

Her arched elegant brow rose.

Snatching it with burning cheeks. ''It's my dilator.'' Mumbling out. ''I have to use it.'' Ever since surgery.

Miranda recalled the same mortified look when her Bobbsey's found her vibrator. Lied straight faced to them that it was an ear cleaner.

Andy left Miranda to dress. ''Borrow anything of mine you want.'' Miranda gave a disbelieving look.

''Yes there might be Gap in there.'' Andy happily informed.

Leaving her lady of fashion to be traumatized over her closet and varied vintage rock band t-shirts.

Brody, Andy found trying to give Chummy, a bowl of cheerios and the fish, Nate had left behind, some orange juice.

''Hey buddy. Let's set the table. Okay.'' Andy got the toast as her phone pinged another message.

Scrolling, Andy half read it as she got out forks and plates, it was from Irv Ravitz personally.

Andy's eyes scanned the attached message from Irving Ravitz, Chairman of Elias Clarke Holdings. Her eyes narrowing at what it said.

He requested, immediate dismissal. No final pay check would be sent. Andy's employment was terminated because Miranda felt uncomfortable with her nearby. With what she was. Andy's mouth firmed.

How did Miranda know?

She thought Miranda didn't know. It was private. How did she found it? So Miranda was just like Nate. Andy was disgusting to her.

Miranda sure fooled her. With this whole pretending to care about her, clutching her phone in her palm.

Deciding against wearing one of Andy's oversized shirts for breakfast, Miranda folded a faded t-shirt of Andy's as she made the bed, this morning it was their bed, browsing at her bedside of book choices as she clasped her bra on, pulling on her blouse, glancing at photos of Andy's family on the dresser as she slipped on her skirt, fingers traced him, Andrea's brother must be her twin, with his hair long like Andy's, they looked identical.

Studying him. He looked around about fifteen or sixteen in it. Miranda hoped in a few months, she'd meet Andy's parents and him.

Wanting to know everything about Andy.

Wearing her crinkled clothes from last night, she'd have Emily send something more casual over from her own closet as she decided to take Andy's suggestion and stay and not go to work today.

Runway could function without her. Her staff were semi competent to be left alone. She mulled letting them be unsupervised for twenty four hours.

Miranda Priestly never played hokey. Today might just be a first of many more times.

She really wanted to have a day off with Andrea and Brody.

Texting Emily something that no doubt would make the high strung redhead be in full panic mode, typing it out, turning off her phone. Her mind made up. Andrea was stuck with her today.

Leaning in the doorway watching Brody happily feeding Chummy a piece of pancake. Andy was looking down at her phone.

Andrea could cook.

Breakfast looked delicious as she placed a finger to her lips at Brody who watched her as she moved over to Andy whose back was turned, silently wrapped her arms around Andy's waist from behind.

White knuckles clutched her phone still, her head bent and stiffened at feeling her against her.

''I'm taking a day off darling.'' Miranda's mouth nuzzled her brunette's earlobe.

Andy was rigid. '' You know what, I can't do this, Miranda I don't want you here. I want you to just leave.'' Pointing to the door.

Miranda blinked at Andrea's hard tone to her. Seeing Andrea wasn't kidding, she meant this.

Was this about firing her? Miranda thought Andy understood. ''Andrea please I'm sorry. I'll talk to Helen in HR and get it back for you, if you want me to.'' Miranda would call right now. She'd fix it.

'' Don't. Just don't. Don't lie. I've now had a really lousy morning because of this and to wake up to you and you knew that you fired me and we almost had...''

Andy mouthed it, sex with Brody being nearby to Miranda.

''You let me think that you and I could be more, that we were becoming something close.'' Shaking her head at Miranda disgusted.

''Andy. Don't be like this.''

''Don't be what? Hurt by you Miranda. That's nothing new. Why did you even start this with me?'' Holding up her phone at her.

''Andy please give me an hour. You can work with Heather in Style or Margaux in Travel.'' Miranda consoled.

''Don't call me Andy.'' Andy sneered out.

Miranda pressed her lips together, worried at Andy's tone to her. '' Don't let a little thing like me, firing you, stand in the way of us.'' Blue eyes were on hers, trying to make her look at her.

''Us?'' Andy repeated lowly at Miranda. Her brown eyes lifting to hers, crossed the living room, over to her jacket and got it, out of her pocket. ''Take it. I don't want these from you. I'm not some fling rebound experiment to fuck. There is no us.''

Andy's deep brown eyes flashed, looking coldly at her, turning away from Miranda. ''Get out. Now.''

Miranda just stared at Andrea wounded. She was not going anywhere.

''I said leave Miranda.'' Andy folded her arms.

''No.'' Miranda wanted Andrea to cool down. ''I'm not leaving. Andrea.'' Miranda was determined, folding her own arms also on her stubbornly.

Both heard a crash.

''Brody!''


Roy was used to the little things Miranda Priestly, his icy employer expected in her town car, like the temperature in the car was to be exactly 65 degrees Fahrenheit, and to always have chilled Pellegrino in the bar, or right now, staying parked all night waiting for Ms. Priestly, since she was staying overnight at Andy's apartment.

About time as he read his paper, sipping his deli coffee. They just needed a push in each other's directions, so both finally woke up and acted on it.

Six months of unresolved sexual tension driving them. Nigel owed him fifty bucks.

Hoping Andy wasn't anything ever like Stephen in Miranda's past. No Andy was a good person and she was ten million times better than Stephen.

Andy ignored Donnie who now knew she had broken the lease.

''That's it. I've been really good to you. No kids and no pets. You're out. Today!''

Carrying Brody downstairs, Andy ignored him, her kid was hurt he could stop being such a jerk, beside Andy, Miranda glared at him.

In full dragon mode. ''Mr. Minnini I will send someone to pay Andrea's rent but we are in a hurry to the hospital. Unless you want a lawsuit preventing an injured tenant's child from seeking medical assistance.''

Holding her phone up.

Donnie relented.

Roy was also use to delivering priceless couture and driving Miranda everywhere in the city but he never thought that Miranda would ever allow Andy into her car in a faded Northwestern sweatshirt with a little boy in superhero pj's held and Miranda looking just as upset holding a leash with a dog.

''Roy to NY Presbyterian.''

Roy drove them and was left with a dog on a leash he didn't know. Licked him, at least he was friendly.

Both sat, white lipped. Andy balled her hand on her jeans, waiting, she'd turned her back and left him for one second. Brody liked climbing on counters lately.

Andy once tried to spin on a ceiling fan. Luckily it wasn't on. That once nearly gave her Mom a heart attack.

Miranda's pediatrician for the twins, Dr. Kempe came out. ''Hello Miranda.''

'' Andy Sachs. Brody's going to be fine. He broke his arm. We've given Brody an oral painkiller to him. We've just put a cast on it. There is some more paperwork we need you to fill out.''

Miranda would cover the bill.

Andy swallowed hard, taking the clipboard from the doctor, given a pen.

Dr. Kempe smiled warmly at Miranda. ''How are the twins?''

Miranda was always gracious to Dr. Kempe. He was, Cassidy and Caroline's pediatrician for the last eight years. He'd been there through almost every flu, scrape and sniffle.

''Miranda. I heard about the divorce. You never got back to me. I still would like you to have dinner with me? How about next week. You will love this place on 58th, or I make a duck l' orange that I've been told is amazing. ''

Miranda diverted him asking her out by talking about his dog. It was a safe topic.

Andy stared at him. Miranda and this Grey's Anatomy Harvard medical school hunk whose smile was crooked was asking her out in front of her.

Miranda was hardly fending him off, asking him about his Gordon setter named Bradley. Andy mouthed the name. Bradley. Hearing that, Patricia went to the same vet as his dog, Andy stared.

Now it was destiny no fate, she had to try his duck. Andy sourly studied him. He was perfect.

Andy's mouth firmed as she shoved the clipboard back to him. Miranda was not available, for dinners with a cute Doctor whose brows were uneven.

Andy being her former assistant until this morning, knew Miranda's monthly schedule and she knew that Miranda didn't have time for tasting this guy's amazing duck 'l orange on any night.

''Can I see my son now.''

Dr. Kempe nodded. ''Of course. Right this way.''

Both were led by him to Brody.

Andy saw him first. ''Hey Sport!''

Brody showed her, his cast. With the same big goofy smile as hers, Andy could see the painkiller was working as she drew on it, holding him carefully.

Miranda drew on it a lot better than Andy's attempt. She did attend art school.

Both watched him get drowsy, saw it working in his eyes as Andy and Miranda shared a look as Brody yawned loudly as she leaned in and kissed his forehead, ruffling his hair under her fingers.

She didn't know what she'd do if something happened to Brody.

Miranda went to leave to get coffee for them. Grasping her arm, Andy stopped her. ''Miranda wait. Just don't go. Please. About this morning, I'm sorry. I behaved like a vending machine. Out of Order.''

Miranda's face didn't lift to hers. Andy's brows drew together. ''I'm sorry I got so mad at you before. Miranda please won't you look at me?''

Miranda lifting her eyes to hers. ''Tell me why you were so mad at me?''

''I got mad because of this.'' Miranda began to read. She hadn't told Helen in HR to do this.

Irv Ravitz did this to Andrea, he was going to explain himself to her.


Andy finally agreed to what she offered.

To move in with her.

Miranda had told Emily she was taking a few days off. Emily was told she would still be on call if needed by her, texting her a list of things her guests staying in her townhouse would need. Starting with superhero bedsheets.

Brody was asleep in the car as Roy drove them.

''Emily I don't understand why you cannot get a private screening of Zootopia arranged in my film room. No not Zoolander 2, I said Zootopia with the bunny cop and fox.'' Andy blinked at Miranda's sharp tone on the line.

Miranda didn't have to go to this trouble. They could just rent The Peanuts movie on Netflix for Brody.

Emily scribbled. Right. A Bunny flick for Miranda. Nigel owlishly blinked behind glasses. What the hell theme was the spring issue going to be?

Perplexed at Miranda's requests, superhero bedding was a possible inspiration for the spring issue?

Miranda held up her phone screen.

''I expressly said Thor or Star Wars sheets.'' Peering at both that Emily held up for her to see. ''Get both then.''

Hearing it, Andy knew she was in a freesia mood. Andy couldn't help but listen in, Emily was getting the full brunt of Miranda this late morning as Roy turned uptown.

''Emily I hope you followed my list, like those juice boxes, we'll be at my house in ten minutes.''

Andy joked not seen by Emily on Miranda's phone screen. '' Ask her to get a NY Rangers signed jersey it would maybe help Brody's recovery along.'' Andy almost sniggered, knowing Emily hated all American sports.

''Would it?'' Miranda caught her eye. Turning back to Emily. ''I need a jersey signed by the entire NY Rangers team by tonight.''

Emily almost dropped the phone. Go to the NY Rangers changing rooms. Unlocking and disarming the townhouse as she stepped inside, holding everything for Miranda with her phone perched under her ear.

Andrea was built heavily boned for all this carting around of bags, Emily's perky carb eater colleague was just like a Clydesdale. Big boned and sturdy. She should be resembling the mule from The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.

Still on the phone to Miranda, carrying a huge bouquet which covered her face as she received more instructions from Miranda still talking to her.

Emily took it all in.

''Miranda a few deliveries came for you.'' Emily set the flowers and a bag down carefully on the hall side table, both were from Irving Ravitz.

Flowers and a Tiffany's blue bag of jewellery and a pair of tickets to a sold out event, Ravitz better not be trying to seduce and succeed in that bet Emily had heard about.

Betting he could have sex with Miranda. That was like violating her sacred idol. Ravitz was not worth Miranda.

Placing juice boxes in the subzero fridge and avoiding drooling Patricia who greeted her. Clapping her hands at the benign beast. ''Back.'' Pointing her neon nails at the dog to move to the other side of the kitchen.

''Good. Stay there.'' Emily had practice, she frequently spoke to Andy the same way. Both were big sloppy brown eyed lumps. In her opinion great big sooks.

At least Andrea didn't require walks and treats.

Emily set down another dog bed down, grumbling at where the hell was hippo Andrea today who hadn't bothered to show up for work.

She better be sick or have laryngitis's. Andrea could think again if she thought Emily would cover for her.

Emily wondered who was visiting Miranda and staying. If it was that new edgy Avant garde designer that took crack like M&Ms. Nigel could babysit him. She wasn't.

''Emily, phone Greg and tell him I expect the girls on the 2pm train tomorrow morning. Than go to this address and arrange to have movers pack everything up and settle any balance with a Mr. Donnie Minnini, on my card not Runway's.''

Andy blinked. Miranda was doing this for her. After earlier how she behaved.

Emily tottered swiftly on her Blahniks, hailing a cab, she had a busy day ahead of her. She first needed a few cheese cubes for nourishment.

Roy pulled up to the curb in front of Miranda's home.

Andy saw them first as she held Brody in her arms. Expensive large flowers were sent to Miranda, by who? Were they from that Dr. Hottie?

Thanking Roy, Miranda armed the door, glancing at the floral bouquet, plucking the card between her tapered fingers, blue eyes scanning it with her lips pressing thinly, Miranda tore the card in half after reading it.

Irving.

She knew all about his bet to bed her, she first found out about it the month she joined Runway.

He continued to persistently pursue her. It stopped when she married and had her twins and later remarried to Stephen. Now with the divorce and in Paris, Irv started this again.

Parading around his huge…ego and arrogance. He should have sent her a cactus, disgusted by his fruitless quest of nailing her.

Why not present her with a Lonka Lonka or a fertility penis gourd with a card of I want to breach entry.

Miranda tried to glacially convey in her cold eyes on Irv many times in private meetings like the one in Paris, which Andrea interrupted, she told him emphatically never as he lasciviously suggested she negotiate staying on at Runway by getting between his sheets.

Then Andrea came knocking at the door.

Andrea was there and knew all about Irv's plot. Miranda saw a flicker of Andrea's concern for her at the door.

Nobody at Runway cared about her, the dragon except this impetuous Ohioan.

Miranda verbally eviscerated Irving in his suite. ''Let me check my calendar, the 7th of never, through to the 15th of unless hell froze over, sex with her was never going to happen.

The jewellery she'd give to Cassidy and Caroline to donate to oppressed women. The hard to get concert tickets perhaps Serena would like them.

Miranda smiled to herself, she would suggest that to Serena, the Brazilian should take Emily out to it.

Serena needed a nudge to do so.

Andy tried to see who sent the flowers and gifts to her, unable to.

Holding Brody, led upstairs by Miranda as Patricia was greeted by Chummy. ''Let's get him in bed.''

Miranda watched holding Brody, Andy looked back at Miranda who she probably ruined everything with now.

Putting Brody down in a guest room that Emily had all ready, Miranda touched Andy's shoulder gently as she pulled the sheets up over Brody.

''I think, we need to talk.''

Andy sat down across from Miranda in her Study.

''First why does Irv Ravitz call you an it. Andrea?''

Andy looked at Miranda silently weighing telling her about Brody's father, sharing this with her was going to change everything between them. Exhaling out, Miranda had to know.

''Okay Miranda but this is going change any hope of you wanting to be in my life ''

Miranda blinked. What? Why would Andrea say that? Didn't Andrea know, see how much she was in love with her.

Andy quietly spoke lowly to her. ''Miranda. You said you want to know all about Brody's father?''

''Yes. I did.'' Miranda wanted to know if he would want to be in Brody's life. Andrea said he had custody rights to him. What if he came forward and what if he wanted Brody too? What would Andrea do?

''First. He's a sperm donor.''

Miranda had used IVF herself, that was how the twins were conceived from a sperm donor she took months in choosing. Miranda weeded out a lot of choices. Was as meticulous in selecting the perfect donor as she was in selecting for The Book and being Editor of Runway.

She knew he was the one the moment she read his extended donor information.

Gregory was sterile. They'd tried everything and a donor was suggested.

Cassidy and Caroline inherited her blue eyes and auburn red hair found in her family.

He was dark haired.

His donor essay and letter made her pick him. He was sensitive and well read. The Park Avenue clinic didn't have a photo just known as Donor 887, Gregory only cared about his IQ and if he liked sports.

He did like sports. He wasn't a stamp collector or a killer whale trainer.

He didn't like wearing ties.

He was quite young but mature and he was thinking of going to law school. Minoring in teaching. He was anonymous and altruistic.

Elspeth her assistant at the time, thought he sounded like a hunk.

Miranda felt an instant connection to donor 887.

Andy bit her lip, hesitant, exhaling heavily, taking her hand in hers, and clasping it. '' Miranda. I'm Brody's dad.''