I do not own DWP I am just using the characters for inspiration.

Miranda is so out of her element here. She is too cute.

That night Andy once again got home after Miranda. She found her love pacing in front of the large window in the living room.

"Miranda? What's wrong?" Andy was worried.

Miranda jumped and turned. She smiled. "Nothing bad. I have been thinking about our wedding."

Andy's smile was dazzling. She walked over to Miranda and caressed the lapel on Miranda's jacket. "You have?"

Miranda nodded. "Yes."

Andy took Miranda's face into her hands and placed one of the softest kisses Miranda had ever felt on her lips. Miranda accepted it, returned it, and deepened it.

When they came up for air it was Miranda that spoke first. "We have never talked about it. When we want it. What kind we want. I want to talk about it now. I want to plan it starting now. I want to marry you not just be engaged." Miranda was rambling.

Andy purred. "Have I told you how much I love you today?"

Miranda giggled. "Yes I believe you did this morning, in bed, after you ravished me."

Andrea just adored it when Miranda giggled. It meant she was relaxed and having fun.

Andrea took hold of Miranda's hand and pulled her over and down into the couch. "So when should we get married? Should we have a big one? Or just family and close friends? What will we wear? And where will we have it?" Now Andrea was rambling.

Miranda was laughing. "Woo … one thing at a time. Maybe we should decide on a date first."

Andy was just bubbling. "I have always wanted a spring wedding."

Miranda smiled. "You have dreamed about your wedding?"

"Yes. Yes I have. Haven't you?" Andy was glowing.

Miranda chuckled and pulled her hand away. Miranda had never dreamed of what her wedding would be like. "You seem to forget this will be my fourth marriage."

Andy grabbed Miranda's hand back. "You seem to forget it is our first marriage."

A lone tear fell from Miranda's eye. Miranda did not think it possible but she was falling deeper in love with Andrea.

Andy leaned in and kissed her. "I love you," she whispered into Miranda's ear as she nibbled her way down Miranda's neck to that one sensitive spot that always made Miranda moan.

Miranda did not disappoint as she gathered Andréa in her arms and looked at the ring Andrea had given her. "I love you, now, tomorrow and forever."

Miranda was the first to pull away. "So a spring wedding. May?"

Andy grinned. "Perfect." Miranda could never leave a thought undone.

Miranda got up from the couch and pulled Andréa up with her. "Come here I want to show you something." Miranda turned her laptop so Andréa could see the screen. "Angel fountain in Central Park."

"OH MY GOD Miranda it is ideal." Andrea looked at Miranda. "Can we get married in Central Park?"

"Andréa my dear have I not told you who I am? I am Miranda Priestly. I am marrying my one true love. And I will marry her where ever I please." Miranda replied smugly.

Andy giggled. "It will be beautiful."

"You will be beautiful." Miranda replied. The two women hugged never wanting to let go.

Miranda took Andrea's hand, smiled wickedly at her lover and lead her up the stairs to their bedroom. There were so many things she wanted to do to Andrea then and there.

While in bed Miranda was running her fingers through Andréa's hair planting small kisses all over her. "What else have you dreamed of Sweetheart?"

"What do you mean Miranda?" Andy asked yawning. Miranda had given her a workout.

"You said you have dreamed of your wedding. What else have you dreamed of?" Miranda inquired.

Andy closed her eyes and smiled. "I want a big wedding. Lots of happy people to celebrate. Lots of music and dancing. I want to write my own vows." Andy jumped up. "OH MY GOD Miranda I have the perfect song for us to walk in with."

Miranda smile. "You are just glowing. It is so good to see you so happy."

Andrea smiled shyly. "Being happy is not the only reason I am glowing. I believe what you just did to me produced that effect, besides you make me happy Miranda."

Miranda blushed profusely. "What about a dress?" Miranda asked.

Andrea rolled her eyes. "For a woman who can multitask so well you sure do have a one track mind. What about my dress?" Andrea replied.

"What kind of a dress have you dreamed of?" Miranda questioned.

"Miranda, I can't tell you that. You will need to wait until the wedding to know what my dress looks like." Andrea teased.

Miranda laughed. "Does that mean we will not be together before the wedding?"

Andy smiled. "Yes."

Miranda groaned. "I do not believe it. I do not know if I could handle that."

Andy wiggled her eyebrows. "Well you are just going to have to." Andrea snuggled up to Miranda's side and there was no more mention of the wedding, and the women fell asleep happy and content.

The next morning before she even got off the elevator Miranda was directing orders to John with one being "Nigel, now." When Miranda reached her inner office there was no coffee once again. "If what's her name does not have my coffee here by the time Nigel gets here tell her to just leave."

Nigel came to Miranda's office with all the information he had obtained yesterday for the December issue, followed closely by the second assistant. "I'm sorry Miranda th …" the assistant attempted to explain.

"I do not want to hear it. That's all."

"Is this another Six in making?" Piped up Nigel after watching the young girl run out in tears.

Miranda glared. "Bite your tongue." Nigel laughed. He placed the bundle on Miranda's desk and sat down.

Miranda took that first wonderful drink of steaming hot coffee, closed her eyes and swallowed. "Jeez Miranda can you make taking a drink of coffee anymore sexy? Hell, no wonder Six fell for you. I think you could change me." Nigel swallowed.

Miranda smirked. "What is all this?"

"Did you not want to talk about the December issue?" Nigel questioned.

"You have compiled all this already?" Miranda was surprised.

"Yes." Nigel nervously replied.

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, maybe I did make the right decision for you to take over as Editor in Chief." Nigel grinned. "Actually the reason I called you in was Andréa and I have set our wedding date."

"Miranda, that is wonderful. What can I do for you?" Nigel was grinning brightly.

Miranda was in deep thought. "Her dress. I want you to help her with her dress. Stella looks so good on her, but I just do not know if Stella could make a dress she wants. I have a feeling Andrea wants to be a little more traditional."There was a pause. Miranda was staring at Nigel. "My god Nigel she has dreamed of her wedding … every detail of it."

"Of course Miranda what teenage girl hasn't?" Nigel responded. Miranda glared at him. "Miranda Priestly has never dreamed of her wedding?" Nigel was surprised.

"Nigel I had other things to deal with then there was no room to dream about a … a wedding." Miranda flung her hands in the air.

Nigel had a crooked grin on his face. "Well, it is about time you start."

"Nigel." Miranda was blushing profusely.

"Why not Miranda? Why can't you dream about what you want at your wedding? If I know Six she is going to want to know what you want too. Not just what she wants. Girl you had better start dreaming. Miranda there must be something after all these years that you have liked about weddings. Think Miranda. Dream." Nigel was enjoying this.

Miranda was flustered, she turned to look out the window. After a few minutes she turned back toward Nigel. "Freesia. Andréa wants lots of flowers. I want Freesia at the altar. Nigel pick up your chin off the floor. That's all." Miranda smirked.

Shocked Nigel left the office muttering to himself.

"John find me someone who takes care of Central Park. I need samples of wedding invitations. Caterers. Florist. I need to talk to Emily and Serena." Miranda was on a role again.

John's head was spinning. "What the hell was going on?"

Nigel knocked on the door to Six's office. "Come in." Andy looked up and showed her megawatt smile.

"Well, someone looks extremely happy. It must be true what a little bird told me." Nigel bowed to Andy.

Andy stood up. "Miranda."

"She sent me her to help you with your dress. She said you have dreamed of your wedding and dress. I am here to make sure that dream comes true." Nigel smiled.

Andy sat down. "OH MY GOD I can't believe this is really happening."

"Six trust me it is happening. Now tell me about this dress you have dreamed of and I will find a designer to make it for you." Nigel sat down and grabbed a pen and paper.

Andy giggled. "Really? OH MY GOD Nigel. My wedding dress. Did Miranda tell you were we want to get married?"

"No." Nigel was getting nervous.

"Angel of the Waters Fountain in Central Park. I didn't even know you could get married in Central Park." Andy laughed.

Nigel shrugged. "If you are Miranda Priestly you can."

Andy giggled again. "This is one time I am going to be so glad she is the Dragon Lady."

"So now the dress." Nigel prodded.

"Dresses." Andy exclaimed. "Did Miranda tell you what kind of dress she wanted?"

"No she did not say a thing." Nigel frowned, this was going to be harder than he thought.

Andy drummed her finger over her lips. "Hmmmm. Well I was thinking Grecian. I think it would go lovely with the setting. Something light and flowing. Crystals. I don't know one shoulder maybe. What do you think?"

Nigel thought for a moment. "Hmmm. Yes I can see that. You have a great bust line, but I am thinking something to show your cleavage." Andy was blushing. "Six like they say when you've got it flaunt it. Just think what will be going through Miranda's head when she sees you in something like that." Andy giggled. "O.K. Six let me work on that. Any designer you would like?"

"Oh I would love Stella if she would do something a bit more conservative than that first outfit of hers I wore."

Nigel nodded. "I have a feeling for you Stella would do just about anything. You made a lot of money for her."

-In the mean time. -

John laid a note on Miranda's desk. "Elegant Occasions, Miranda. They are the best of the best wedding planners in New York. They will do all the hard leg work for you. They can do anything for a wedding. They have put on some very impressive weddings."

Miranda was staring, "And how do you know this?"

"They did my sister's wedding." Miranda glared. "She married the Police Commissioners' son last year."

Miranda arched an eyebrow. "Acceptable." Just than Emily and Serena walked in. John bowed and walked out with a smug look on his face.

"Ah, Emily, Serena. Sit. Serena you are looking radiant. How have you been feeling?" Miranda inquired.

"Thank you Miranda. I have been doing O.K." Serena smiled sweetly.

"Bloody hell you have. She has been sick every morning. Losing weight." Emily glared at her love.

Miranda looked Serena over. "Morning sickness. You should be over it within the next month. With me one day I could not eat anything the next I could not eat enough." Good god Emily thought I'm sitting here listening to Miranda discuss her pregnancy. "I am going to be needing your assistance with the planning of Andréa's and mine wedding." The two women sat with their mouth hanging open. "Why does everyone look like they lost all muscle control in their faces today?"

Serena spoke up. "Miranda we would be honored to help out."

Miranda smiled. "Thank you." Miranda handled over the slip of paper with the contact numbers for Elegant Occasions. "See what you think. If you like them hire them. Weed out what you think Andréa and I would like and then bring them to us." Emily continued to sit in a state of shock.

Serena started to take notes. "When is the date? Have you thought about what kind of wedding you want or where? What about your dress?"

Miranda stopped short. "My dress?"

Serena looked at Miranda. "Yes Miranda your dress."

"That's all." Miranda looked worried.

Serena stood shocked. "Uhm … O.K. was it something … "

Miranda glared and flung her hands in the air shooing the couple out.

"Going." Serena squeaked. She grabbed hold Emily's hand-picked up the slip of paper and dragged Emily out of the office.

Miranda picked up her phone. "Nigel what am I going to wear?"

"Miranda? What?" Nigel was confused.

"Do I really need to repeat myself?" Miranda sneered.

"Miranda I am with Six, discussing her dress. I will be right over to your office." Nigel answered exacerbated. Andy arched an eyebrow. "I swear Six if I make it through this wedding it will be a miracle."

Andy laughed. "What did she want?"

Nigel turned and stared at Six. "Oh no, you are not going to get me to accidentally spit out any secrets. Chow."

When Nigel arrived at the Dragon's Lair Miranda was pacing in front of the window.

"Miranda, what is going on?" Nigel was standing at her desk.

Miranda whipped around. "Nigel, what am I going to wear at my wedding? Andréa is wearing a dress. I am marring another woman. What am I supposed to wear?" Miranda was rambling again, and Nigel was grinning. "I do not see anything amusing here."

"Miranda calm down. If you do not relax about this wedding you will self-destruct." Nigel could not help but giggle.

Miranda took a deep breath. "I cannot believe how nervous I am." Miranda rubbed at her eyes with her thumb and pointer finger of one hand.

Nigel ran his hand over his bald head. "Miranda, it will all work out, you will see. Now you need to slow down and enjoy this. All of it. Have fun. You deserve it." Miranda looked at Nigel took another deep breath. Nigel shook his head. "You two will be the death of me."

Miranda smirked. "You cannot die your taking over my job."

Nigel grinned, "Now about your dress."

Miranda smiled. "My dress? Is it proper for both of us to wear a dress?"

Nigel laughed. "Sweetheart you are asking if it is proper for two women who are marring each other to both wear a dress?"

Miranda shrugged. "I do not know. I have only married men before."

Nigel broke out laughing. "Miranda Priestly just made a joke. Hell has really frozen over." Miranda just glared. "Now as I was saying about your dress. I have an idea in my head. Miranda would you trust me to get the dress for you?"

Miranda nodded. "Accessories too." Nigel was floating. This was going to be the wedding to top all weddings.