Elspeth was impossible. ''Maybe, that's him.'' Pointing him out with her fork of chicken salad.
Miranda saw him.
A young fit bike messenger leaning against his bike. He was alright to look at, tall, and a nice enough body.
Not her type though.
She somehow couldn't picture donor 887 with spiked blue hair.
Miranda stated this again about him to her friend. "El, he could be any guy on the East or West Coast, no in the country. I—we will never meet."
"You forgot the Midwest." Elspeth smirked at her boss.
Looking at Miranda's stomach that was really showing now. She looked so stylish in maternity wear. Oscar and also Michael did a terrific job with her changing body.
"Don't you sometimes wish you had a photo, or you could see him, just once, Miranda, you're having his babies? An anonymous guy's babies. Call me a little bit odd, but I'd want to make sure my babies' father looks good. Most important thing, does he have cute d"
"El!"
"Cute dimples."
"El, I'll just have to believe he's good looking, I chose him for his essay and words not his looks,"
Elspeth had read the profile. He did sound perfect. The clinic didn't provide photos. He could be any guy.
"No guy, I know even my Trent would ever say he wants to gift me with a waterfall or Linton me. I think he's a keeper. If you met. Even if he wrote how he loves strawberry milk."
Miranda readily admitted, her cravings were a bit unconventional. Not from her side.
Elspeth watched Miranda have her third ice tea. "How's Greg been?"
"Fine."
Greg was being overly supportive, he'd showed up with a bouquet of her favorite flowers at the ultrasound and when they discovered it was two heartbeats not one, his reaction to that news, made Miranda on the table have to command him to "Breathe," with his head suddenly between his knees.
Repeating out in shock for an hour. "Twins!" As she got dressed, getting into the car with Roy driving them. "We're having twins!"
That and he was avoiding having sex with her. Afraid he'd hurt the babies.
Elspeth scanned the room for another possibility catching her eye.
"Suppose he looks like him."
Miranda rolled her eyes. Seeing him through the window. Never, the father of her baby was not allowed to wear cargo shorts.
"I hope he looks as good as that guy for you. Miranda. Or even him." Pointing out another guy this time with her spoon, Miranda followed her outstretched utensil, taking him in, he was a handsome enough businessman but in a suit and tie in this city's heat wave.
Her bright blue eyes went wide with recognition as he slowly approached their table. "El's, god, I know him."
El blinked at her reaction. How did Miranda know him?
Swallowing embarrassed, she knew him briefly and in all honesty, she never wanted to see him again.
Flushing as he stopped right in front of her table, he was Jamie's trust attorney, recalling his name was Stephen, as his eyes met hers.
"Hello again. It's Miranda, right?"
"Yes. I still owe you a new tie and shirt. Mr. Tomlinson." Miranda winced at what happened meeting him, James had insisted last week, to have everything legally prepared for their future children for his family's trust.
It had been a meeting in the morning, she hadn't thought to sip Gingerale. Just as they met, shaking hands, she had a bout of morning sickness.
All over him.
Stephen Tomlinson gave her a strange smile, looking almost glad that she remembered him.
Shrugging it off. "No need. Neither were a favorite but if you ever want to, you can dress me anytime, Miranda. Call me Stephen. So when are you due?"
Miranda's hand grazed her own bump, "Any day." A smile spread, she felt a flutter, and she loved feeling them in her.
"Great! Do you know yet, is it boys or girls?"
Miranda didn't. She and Greg were saving that incredible surprise for the day she gave birth. As long as they were healthy it was all that mattered.
Greg was sure it was going to be boys.
Greg had been impossible with talking about what he'd do with two boys. Their sons.
No, she refused to even encourage his crazy hopes that they were going to be future Texas Bronco riders or playing for the Dallas Cowboys.
Miranda was adamant to Gregory. They'd be painters or pianists.
Secretly she was really hoping that they were girls.
Her mother was staying with them, driving Gregory nuts. Especially with reading a book titled. 'Motherhood, doing it best on your own.'
She'd told her, how Greg wasn't the father, that they had some help with that. She'd…She and Greg had picked a donor.
Miranda had assured her parent countlessly, that never had she participated in a threesome.
"Maybe sometime in the future, Miranda, you and Greg can have dinner with me." Stephen had to get back to his table.
Elspeth looked between them.
Rubbing the back of his neck, "You look really lovely. Nice to see you again. Wish you all the best with everything, Miranda. Bye."
Her eyes narrowed on the back of Mr. Suit with broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair. He was practically hitting on her friend and boss. Her married boss and friend, who was also very pregnant. Some men.
"Is James okay with it?"
Miranda blinked at Elspeth, she'd been watching Stephen go to his table of other suited associates. "With what?"
Elspeth said it softly. "With you, using a donor's sperm, and having another's guy's kids?"
"Yes, he's thrilled and it doesn't bother him." Miranda firmed as she met Elspeth's eyes. "It doesn't El. Really it doesn't. Greg isn't at all feeling less. He loves the idea."
Greg had never brought it up.
She knew that he knew from their doctor that lots of couples needed to use sperm donors.
The twins were one hundred percent theirs. Donor 887 had just helped bring them about for her and Greg. She was nervous that they'd mess up as first time parents.
The waiter took her card, as she paid for lunch and both she and Elspeth stepped outside into the hot June weather, a town car slid up, ready to take them back to Runway.
Touched on the shoulder. "Ms.?" Holding it out to Miranda. Her card.
He could be his age. He had dark hair and dark eyes like her donor. She stopped herself from thinking it, no she was not cross examining her waiter to if he was ever a donor at her fertility clinic on Park Avenue.
Thanking him profusely, she ignored Elspeth who went to say it with a playful grin as she joined her in the backseat as Roy pulled the car away into the traffic.
"Stop it. It's not him."
"How do you know Miranda, you only know him by his swoony words?"
Elspeth's words came back as clear as day to Miranda as she watched Andy eating pasta across from her in the kitchen.
Wouldn't she want to see him once? Just once.
Part of her thought about it, during pregnancy and after but then she wrote a letter to him. Put Donor 887 out of her mind.
Until now.
If it was Andy, sitting across from her, she had chosen out of all the other donors. What were the chances of that?
Then meeting later and hiring Andy.
Was it Andy? Could it be Andy? Was she the donor who gave the seed spark of life inside her, which helped give her, her Cassidy and Caroline?
Searching Andrea's face almost for the answer. Andy noticed her staring at her, "What?" Wiping at her face for sauce.
"Do you like strawberry milk?"
Andy gave her a strange perplexed look. "Sure do. Why?" Strawberry milk, didn't go with this pasta dish she was enjoying eating, as she took a sip of wine.
"Cassidy and Caroline love strawberry milk."
"So do I."
Miranda continued to ask a few more questions, each answer Andy gave made heart hammer. Andy just might be Donor 887.
"Did you ever want to teach?"
Tracing the napkin with the inside of her fingertips, "Yes I did, I was a TA in college but then I switched courses because by then I liked writing better."
Miranda's blue eyes saw it. Narrowing. "What's this?"
Andy covered her sleeve as Miranda touched them before she could cover them up. "N-nothing."
Miranda saw them, two deep cuts, old and healed.
"Did you try to hurt yourself?" Miranda said it softly, no judgement in her voice, just genuine concern, tracing them with her eyes and fingertips.
Andy unlaced her fingers from touching them, "Once. These…these aren't anything to worry about. Not now. I have Brody and I have you." Brushing with her soft pads Mir's silvery forelock out of her eye, Andy gave her a reassuring smile. Right now she didn't want to bring up, how being bullied caused once a dark chrysalis in her to contemplate ending it.
"I'll tell you about these. Soon. Just not tonight, okay Mir?"
Miranda accepted and understood this, she wouldn't press, until Andrea was ready to share all of herself with her. Hoping she would trust her enough to do so.
Her phone was on silent, she saw that she had a message, scanning it, it was from Irv Ravitz. He must've got her message via Emily of not accepting his offer of a date or his gifts. Scrolling it, to open, as her mouth thinned. Unbelievable.
He sent her a picture of his…
Andy saw that something made her face look disgusted. "What, what is it?"
Miranda almost pressed delete but closed it instead, so Andy wouldn't see it.
"What is it with men and them constantly always thinking with their…their dicks?" Miranda muttered out, heard.
"If it makes you feel a little better, I didn't always think with mine."
Miranda gave a smile to her. "That's because you were different, Andy."
"No. I was sometimes a dick and I had one."
Miranda stared at that, a thought crossed her mind, blurting it out. "Andrea. Did you ever… have you ever…did you ever have sex with a woman, when you were a man?" Miranda kept her eyes lowered to her lap, sure her face was flushing pink.
"Yes. Once."
"You did?" Miranda's eyes flew up to Andy's.
"With who? Were you involved with her? Was she a girlfriend?"
"No, she wasn't my girlfriend. I love her. I'm just not in love with her. Miranda."
Miranda tried to take in, Andy loved this girl, and she'd had sex with when she was a boy.
Andy took a hold of her arm, tilting her chin up so her blue eyes now met hers, holding them in hers. "I had sex with her and it was only once. You'll meet her, sometime. Her name's Lily."
Lily. Miranda mouthed her name. What was Lily like? Was she pretty? What attracted Andy to this Lily?
Andy read her worry. "Don't worry, she just a friend now. We worked better as just friends."
This Lily was still in Andy's life? Andrea wanted her to meet Lily.
Her fork played with the fusilli, digesting this news, that Andrea had sex with somebody named Lily, when she once had a penis and discovering that Andy was going to introduce her to this Lily she'd once slept with, made her lose her appetite suddenly. "Were you a …did you…was it…were you a virgin with Lily?"
"Yes. Miranda I was and I'm still sort of a sex virgin in a way with being with females,"
Miranda lips became thin, "Being with females." She repeated out dully.
"Mir I meant being with you." Andy looked away. "I've never been with another woman since Lily and not with this." Meaning being her now.
Miranda's eyes softened on her.
"What was it like, being with Lily?" Miranda had to know. Was it good? Or terrible. Did it all work for Andy? Down there?
Internally, berating herself, of course it all worked, Andy only fathered her Bobbsies and Brody. Andy's now removed equipment was obviously durable and in good working order back then.
"What was it like? It was like…it was a warm and ..." Andy was being honest about it, her first time.
"And what?" Miranda had many words for sex and first times.
"Gushy."
Not quite that word. "Gushy?" Miranda repeated in a quizzical tone, her first time she wouldn't exactly call gushy, with Gregory. Quick was one word that came to her mind.
Not at all what she'd expected it to be like, and later with Stephen, her face tensed, being with Stephen in bed was not what she called great, ever, especially for her, very unfulfilling was one description.
"Yeah. Gushy… and really amazing in this incredible way. That's how it felt to me anyway."
Miranda started to clear the dishes away, as she walked over to the fridge, ducking her head down.
Saying it to the contents of her refrigerator. "Did you like having sex as a man with her?"
Andy could only stare. Crosby once described it, as easy and that millions of molecules of Y male instinct chromosomes instinctively guiding Andy's dick of how it works.
Crosby didn't know though about her and Lily and wouldn't.
"Yes and No. It happened. I don't regret being with Lily. I never slept with a woman again." Andy confessed that out.
"So it was bad for you?" Miranda turned back from the fridge.
Andy shook her head. "No. Lily wanted me to be her first. I was that. She didn't want it to be with Jesse."
"Jesse is?"
Andy took Miranda's face, cupping it, and running her fingers along the soft skin under her fingers. "Jesse's another story but not for tonight. Please Miranda?" Pleading with her.
Miranda gave in and dropped it. She was going to grill this Lily who Jessie was
"You were with that cook. He lived with you so you must've had sex." Miranda had to say it. She knew, Andrea was with a man too.
"Yeah. We had sex. Nate's, his name. My ex. Sex with him was," Andy really didn't want to talk much about Nate and sex with him once, it was okay sex, but Nate was obsessed with his penis.
He didn't know once, that she was a Male To Female. Andy had slim hips and a feminine facial bone structure even before she started becoming her. Nate only learned she was not born a girl when Brody came back into her life.
"Did he know about you being Andrew?" Miranda asked.
Blinking, nobody had called her Andrew, in a long time. Andy shook her head. "No. Nate didn't know about Andrew. I only told him everything over my computer in Paris. He didn't take the news well."
Miranda gripped her arm. Did this Nate get abusive to Andy?
"Let's just say, it's good he's in Boston." Andy shared out carefully.
Miranda's blue eyes flashed at that. If Andrea just told her his last name. He'd be slinging burgers at a two star grease spoon in less than a day for the rest of his miserable life.
"Miranda. No. I can fight my own battles. O-kay. Nate's not important. I don't care what he thinks about me."
Miranda nodded, but if anyone hurt her Andrea, Miranda was known as fiercely protective of what was hers, she was once only like that about her girls and now to Andrea.
"Miranda. Promise me. I can take care of myself."
Miranda conceded. "I promise, but, I'm still going to want to shield you, and I only do that for people I love."
"Love?" Andy sputtered, her voice laced with uncertainty.
"Yes. Love."
"You love me?" Andy asked her slowly.
Miranda smiled beautifully at her. "Yes. I do. I'm more than a little fond of just kissing you now and again. Andréa."
Andy made her breath hitch, as she reached out and smoothed her thumb across her face and ran along her lower lip, her other hand circled her waist.
"You love something like me?" Andy said this smally.
Miranda face tensed at hearing her say that. Repeating Andrea's words back. "Something like you?"
Cupping Andy's face between her hands. "Andrea I. Love. You. Every part of you. Whether you're Andrea of Ohio with three legs or purple buzzed hair. Never say that again, the something like you. I'm not going to suddenly not love."
Andy swallowed, eyes watery, Nate said, that Miranda would think she was a freak, a sexual Frankenstein monster, and he said worse, that who normal would want her, but hearing Miranda say it, that she loved her.
"You don't have to say it back." Miranda assured her. It was quite soon in their relationship. Andrea was just moving in with Brody, who she last night thought was her competition.
"No. I will say it back. Even here, in your kitchen, now with dishes in the sink. I love you Miranda Priestly."
Miranda was given a rush of kisses by Andy. Breaking free, near the counter. "Can we just do this slowly?" Miranda asked, brushing Andy's shirt with her fingers.
"It's not because of…it is just this is new for me."
Andy's understood. It was a lot for Miranda to have happen, finding out this part of herself. Finding out about Brody. Insisting she move in. Only yesterday she was just her assistant.
Miranda saw what Andy thought she meant about her being trans, stroking her face. "No. Not that. The love part. I just don't …I'm not used to navigating that. Love. Not very well. If at all."
Slow, Andy could do slow, still not letting go of her waist though. "Slow it is."
Miranda was still held, given a squeeze. "Andrea I have dessert, which is delicious."
"That good? More than this." Andy pressed her lips to hers and drew back.
"I think both have tasty attributes that I enjoy indulging." Miranda still was held to her.
Andy grinned as she got a spoon out for Miranda from a drawer on her left, Miranda purposely was now picking up the offered spoon, still encircled by Andy, starting on a small helping of the vanilla parfait, out of the container, as her tongue flicked along the spoon, as Andy watched with wide eyes on her.
Licking her spoon with a small satisfied moan.
Clenching her thighs together as Miranda had continued licking her silverware, holding the back of the spoon to her flicking tongue as she moaned out again.
Andy was offered a lick, her mouth dry as Miranda gave her a look of she was missing out.
Setting down the spoon as her blue eyes raked Andy's hipbone tattoo. Reaching out, her pale fingers met skin making Andy still.
Touching it with a tentative caress.
''What does this look like?'' Miranda ran her finger there slowly. Indenting her manicured nail with a playful poke for emphasis.
"What is it of?''
Andy peered down, holding Miranda's hand in place over her hips to now brush along her skin.
''A few butterflies. I drew it and the tattoo artist did a pretty good job copying it. Do you want me to show it to you Miranda?''
''Yes.''
Andy stood back from her, and began boldly sliding her jeans down.
'Here. See me."
Miranda's blue eyes took her in.
''Go on.'' Andy said, taking a hold of her hands. ''Touch me.''
Miranda helped her slide her lacy briefs down.
Naked.
Seeing that and it.
Bringing Miranda's fingers to between her inner thighs. Andy clenched her teeth, feeling Miranda's fingers brushing on her, connecting to the warm living skin of inked with a tattoo.
Touching her like fine glass, gently running her fingers along Andy's skin as her blue eyes saw the billowing tattoo of Monarch butterflies, vying and cascading to a line between her legs.
''It's the biggest one I've ever seen.''
Andy smirked at that, from Miranda and deeply inhaled as she felt her touch her more intimately. Her stomach muscles contracted in at Miranda's palm on it, lowering.
Pulling her palm back as she saw her pale fingertip sheened.
Andrea blushed. Usually she needed lube.
"I thought you said to take this slow?"
Miranda whispered out, as she bit her lower lip. "Yes do take me…love me slow."
"Slow love it is." Andy responded.
Lifted up by Andy against the fridge, her back met it, smoothness as she shivered from the coolness to it and more reacting to Andy's fingers caressing along her legs and butterflying with the back of her hand, up her creamy thighs.
Urged with Andy's fingers interlocked with hers, guiding them down, to touch and stroke her, making Miranda's mouth part with pleasure.
The flat of her hand stroking gently against Miranda between her legs.
Andy undressed her slowly. Taking her time. Bringing her palms stroking Miranda's breasts, bending her warm almost ticklish lips and kissing with an open mouth along her ivory shoulder, trailing down to under her breasts and then back up.
Loving her nipples with her wet mouth and grazing teeth, as Miranda arched and nuzzled her lips against Andy's neck.
Andy's hands cupped and rubbed her pert cheeks through her skirt as she moaned out.
Miranda pulled on Andy's lower lip between her teeth as she felt Andy's hands slide her skirt up, bunching around her hips.
Pinching her own nipples as Andy nudged her to part her legs more for her. Slipping down between them, Miranda saw them in the glassy surface reflection, her ivory legs were spread with Andy between them as her hands kneaded Andy's head as her face pressed more into her.
Hearing the sound of both their quick breathing.
Taking one of her long digits which she licked to moisten for Miranda, gently and slowly Andy glided in, inch by tight inch, making Miranda clench her teeth at it, Andrea's finger was earning a moan let out at that feeling of her loving her, clamping slick onto Andy's tapered digit, slickening the slender length as Miranda moved with it.
Greg's kisses or penis couldn't do this to her.
Loved by her fingers, feeling the pulsing warmth spreading and building all through her body.
Greg didn't want to wake Cassidy and Caroline up, he pressed his smartphone to call again. Miranda always picked up whenever he called.
Her phone was set on silent but usually made an annoying low ping whistle but that was drowned out by a building cry of. ''Yes…Yes…Oh. Oh," Pulling on Andy's hair, not to stop. Threading her fingers tight now in dark rich hair.
Coming with a shudder against Andy who slowly suddenly stilled, still in her, held into her, inside Mir.
Miranda felt the wave lift, as she dopily smiled to Andy as she began pressing tiny loving kisses all over Andy's slack face, they'd toppled over a few things, wedged up against the fridge and the kitchen counter, her heels half off.
Stroking Andy's spine lazily. So that was good sex.
Still held close to Andy, whispering into her neck, as her fingers stroked Andy's back, what Miranda only had a hunch about. She wasn't sure. Fine, she was 98 per cent positive.
Saying it, a feeling she had, against Andy's naked skin to hers. "I think you fathered the twins."
Andy opened her eyes wide with shock. She what?
