I do not own DWP I have just barrowed the characters for inspiration.

Miranda walked off the elevator, "I want the proofs and lay out for the April issue from Nigel. Make the appointment for Andréa and me to pick out a wedding cake this Saturday. Pick up the bracelet for the baptism Sunday. Call my lawyer." Miranda strolled into her inner office picked the cup off the table and took a large swallow. She sighed as it ran down her throat.

There was a knock at her door. "Excuse me Miranda."

Miranda whirled around and glared. It was that girl again. Miranda was regretting having hired her.

She cautiously walked into the room and laid a pile of proofs and a pile of lay outs on her desk. "Nigel had to go to Ralph Lauren's early this morning to discuss July's issue and Emily does not come in until this afternoon."

Miranda sat at her desk and drew the piles closer to her. She looked up at Patricia. "Sit."

Patricia grabbed a chair and sat tentatively on the edge of it. "Number ninety-four would make a great cover. Page two and three are pretty much set. I started on page four early this morning but cannot decide on a pic to start Andy's article." Miranda was glaring. When Patricia realized this she shut up.

Miranda continued to peruse the proofs then looked at the layout. Miranda handed a page of proofs to Patricia, "number six."

She then slid a cup of coffee across the desk. Patricia reached out for the cup and Miranda nodded.

Patricia took the scalding hot cup and took a large swallow. "Mmmmm."

She looked at Miranda in horror. John cringed at the exchange. Miranda smiled.

Miranda slid the piles back to Patricia. "That's all."

Patricia sat not knowing what to do. Miranda waved her away. Patricia jumped up gathered the papers and proofs and the cup of coffee.

Miranda grinned as the girl ran out of her office. "I should have hired her as one of my assistances."

"Excuse me. Miranda." John stammered. He handed the tiny blue box with the thin white silk ribbon tied around it to Miranda.

Miranda took the box. "That's all." Miranda fingered the tiny ribbon imagining what her next child would be like. Miranda sat the box down on the page of proofs of her and the girls. She would look it over later.

Miranda heard talk in the outer office. She looked up seeing her lawyer. "John."

The man looked up, grinned and walked into Miranda's office and sat down. "Miranda dear what can I do for you?"

Miranda removed her glasses. "I have a few things to discuss with you. I do not know if you have heard but I am getting married."

John nodded. "Rumors are everywhere and there is a huge price for the person who announces the date before the wedding takes place."

Miranda grinned. "I need to set up three more trust funds just like the girls."

John Nodded. "You want the same stipulations on them?"

"For two of them yes. I now have a Godchild Isabella Mir." John arched an eyebrow. Miranda laughed. "Yes someone named their child after me."

John shook his head. "They have good taste."

"The other one is for a child yet to be born. My life partner Andréa wishes to have a child as soon as possible after the wedding."

John nodded his head. "Congratulations Miranda."

Miranda smiled. "Thank you."

"I am guessing the third one is for Miss Andrea?"

Miranda nodded. "I want to make sure that she is taken care of if anything should happen to me." She looked up at John. "I am much older than her."

John shrugged. "She could be hit by a truck tomorrow." Miranda glared. John held up his hands in defense. "I was only saying just because you are older than her does not mean you will die first."

Miranda closed her eyes. "I hate discussing this so I am just going to say. I want to make sure she is taken care of. There will be no time limits or any other stipulations on her trust except she will have access to it immediately upon my death."

John nodded and stood up to leave. "I will have the paper drawn up immediately and have them here first thing tomorrow morning for you to sign."

Miranda smiled and nodded. "Thank you John."

Miranda pulled the pictures out from underneath the tiny box. They were adorable. There were a few she wanted blown up for the office and the house. "Call Nigel."

Moments later Nigel walked in and sat in front of Miranda's desk. She pushed the proof page over to him. "Ah there it is. Patricia has been searching for that all morning she thought she had lost it."

Miranda smiled. "I would like to have seven and ten blown up and framed, one for the office and the other for home."

"What do you think of thirty-five?"

Miranda took the page back and closely examined it. She nodded. It pictured a girl standing on either side of Miranda looking up at her with adoring eyes. Miranda had a hand on each of the girl's head looking down at them with an expression of love and adoration.

"I want to put it on our Editorial page. Miranda looked up and glared. "It is enchanting Miranda."

"It is not the Dragon Lady/Ice Queen." Nigel nodded and smiled. "How will I ever be able to intimidate any one again?"

Nigel laughed out loud. "You will find a way."

Miranda spent all afternoon trying to think of what to right for her Editorial. She thought of the picture and began to write.

"Children, the eye into the future. They are full of innocent and wonder. Every experience is new and wondrous to them. It is our responsibility to help them maintain that sensation of curiosity. Where would the fashion world be without Channel's sense of elegance and simplicity, or Valentino's Grand Reds or Stella McCartney's sense of individualism and youth? Our children should be held tight but also given the chance to spread their wings and fly. How else will they find their place in our world? This issue is dedicated to their incredibility to be amazed at even the littlest thing including a butterfly."

That night Miranda was sitting in the study working on The Book. Andy walked in and flopped herself down on the couch.

"Tired?"

Andy looked up, "brain-dead." Miranda went back to The Book. "How did the proofs turn out?"

Without looking up Miranda smiled. "Incredible."

She handed The Book over to Andréa. "Wow, Nigel put this together fast, and the cover is just priceless." Miranda nodded.