Irv wanted to screw Miranda badly since before Paris, actually ever since she joined Runway as it's Editor, she was Ms. Icy to him, never backing down or once capitulating to him or respecting him as her boss, her superior, it was her place to do that, well in a few minutes she'd be on her knees with her mouth full, staring at her enticing lips, scrutinizing Miranda's beautiful face which looked exactly the same to him, no sign of any plastic surgery from that airy fairy Nigel implying that the dragon was absent and out of the office from her Runway indefinitely for a nip and tuck was a load of…unless it was work done on other areas, Irv licked his lips salaciously.

Loosening his striped tie, slipping off his business suit jacket, Irv smiled, he'd soon discover if it was work done on his two very favorite parts on any woman, tits and ass.

Miranda stared in disbelief at Irv who was undressing himself in front of her. Her magic was a little drained from joining so intensely with Andrea last night.

She had used an old spell her mother had left her in her diary of spells. It was very old and binding meant to be for the one you love.

''Irving leave my house now.''

''No Miranda.'' Irv took off his tie, throwing it. '' I'm almost starting to think you avoided me at the gala, you have been flaunting yourself in front of me for months. Or let's be honest it's been years.'' Irv's eyes roamed her figure hungrily.

Miranda's eyes narrowed. She did flaunt herself to anyone least of all to someone as repulsive as him.

''Now I thought you understood what I want from you, what I told you in Paris, the price, if you do want to remain at Runway. There's no way around it, I am going to do you. Miranda.'' Irv's piggy eyes raking over her. He'd just taken his little blue pill to get laid.

Plowing into the Ice Queen was going to feel amazing.

''Irving. Don't you dare come any closer.'' Miranda warned him at coming near her. Irv still did. Undoing his gold cufflinks and shirt. Running his hand along her sides.

They moved together like clumsy ballet partners, he grabbed her to him, brushing his hairy chest as he began groping her breasts.

Miranda bit him for touching her. Bringing her knee into his groin.

'' So the dragon likes it rough.'' Irving didn't mind screwing her rough. Slapped her across the face. Ripping her blouse, pinning her down. Unbuckling his belt.

Andy wrapped a towel around her waist, slicking her wet hair back off her face, Cassidy had been braiding it this morning at breakfast.

Caroline showed her five choices for going to the park with Jake.

Still affected by last night making love with magic all around her and Miranda, she felt so connected to her like they were inside each other's heartbeats, felt a strange pull suddenly, pulling at Andy. Like Miranda's heartbeat was calling her.

''Andy!'' Heard her name called out by Miranda. Swept along by magic without having to run downstairs.

Irv couldn't figure it out. His zipper wouldn't unzip like it was superglued shut.

Andy saw Irv on top of Miranda. Grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him roughly off of Miranda in a rage.

''Get off her.'' Andy yelled at him.

Andy never as a girl condoned violence or boxing or MMA fighting but since she was still a six foot two muscular guy she'd make an exception seeing slime ball, Irv Ravitz atop her and trying to assault Miranda, she was going to make sure he would need a major dental surgery plan and a jaw rewiring when she was through with him.

Her fist punched him hard. Heavens to Betsy that hurt. Andy's father never taught her how to throw a punch.

Andy winced in pain, shaking out her knuckles as she was hit without warning in her groin by Irv. Yelping from the force of Irv's blow.

''You.'' Irv spat. Clutching his broken nose. The little shit broke his nose.

That long haired pretty boy date from the Gala was here in just a towel.

Miranda got up, dazed at being slapped by Irv.

Irv was pushed as he grabbed a fire poker, brandishing it out at Andy wildly as she dodged it. That looked sharp.

Aiming the sharp part at Andy, waving it out dangerously at her as Irv felt a chill in the air as he was struck out cold by her ivory finger outstretched aimed at him just as the pointy edge pierced into Andy's side.

Andy rolled Irv off her. Yuck his junk brushed her. Clutching her side with her curled palm. Groaning as she got up. Her pained brown eyes fell on Miranda. ''You okay?''

Miranda was fine.

Miranda saw it. Blood. Blue eyes widened at Andy grasping herself, both saw she was bleeding. Rushing over to Andy who was hurt because of her.

Mel and Zelda were frantically called for by Miranda. Stroking Andy's face desperately, holding it closed. Gurgling from the stabbing, almost shutting her lids.

''Andy.'' Bringing her hands up to Andy's face.

'' Oh. No. Please. No. Andy don't close your eyes… look at me…stay with me. Zelda. Melusine please do something. Help her.'' It was happening like her father. Andy was dying in front of her.

Melusine murmured a spell quicker than 911 and stopped Andy from bleeding out.

''We can make it be as it was, we have to do this right now Mir. No goodbyes for you both.'' Zelda said.

Miranda stilled, she knew breaking the spell would end this with not even a goodbye between her and Andy, it wasn't fair but nodded quickly as she stared at Andy lifeless body hurt because of her, her Aunts guided her to do the spell that all three must cast together.

It took only five minutes.

''Press this to her lips.'' Miranda took the vial of shimmering liquid in the blue glass with her fingers shaking did so. The liquid moistened Andy lips. Gently made Andy's mouth drink it.

Watching as Andy was shaping back into herself in front of her, from words they each said making everything spin to before as Andy was, made to be as it once was by the three witches, their powerful magic swirling to make it so.

It was working as the spell of enchantment had been broken now.

Miranda saw Andy was back now without the enchantment on her, no longer a he in front of Miranda, prone and still with that long chestnut hair she loved, lying in just a towel in her little apartment.

Miranda began checking she wasn't hurt with concern in her eyes, the stabbing wound was gone now, kissed Andy gently and slowly on her slack lips, her blue eyes filling with tears.

Pressing her face to Andy's with a few more kisses along her skin.

Stroking her face lovingly with her fingers. ''I know you won't remember this…me but I love you. I love you Andy. Forever.''

Mel looked at her niece sadly. ''Mir. We must go. The spell has been broken.''

Miranda got up away from Andy and left her. Had to walk away.

Melusine took Miranda's hand firmly in hers, magic was swirling around her and them to be gone as Andy stirred awaking, opening her eyes to no one in her place.

What was she doing in just a towel?

Andy's brown eyes blinked down at her knuckles which were bruised and swore she smelt Miranda's scent.

Arriving back at the townhouse, Zelda and Melusine helped Miranda stay on her feet as all three saw Irv Ravitz still unconscious on the living room carpet, Miranda's magic earlier had smacked him out cold hard, she glared at him now her blue eyes cold, felt like hurting him with magic.

Crackling in her fingertips.

''No Mir. We do not harm mortals in temper.'' Zelda stepped in and pointed her finger at him. Groggily roused by her. ''Irving go back to work. At once.''

Flicked her wrist as a confused Ravitz looking like he was drugged from marijuana left the townhouse.

Zelda made him walk the 34 minutes, his car would be stuck in traffic and she knew it was going to rain. He also would be very confused for the next few weeks and stay away from Miranda.

Because Zelda was feeling very vindictive, he'd suffer the side effects of priapism from Viagra for the whole week. No visit to ER would fix. It might even turn blue.

Melusine stared after him disgusted almost as if she knew what had almost happened by Ravitz. ''I will deal with him, that mortal later.''

Turning to Miranda who slumped sadly down on her couch.

''Mir.'' Zelda consoled. ''What can we do?'' Made tissues appear, had a box of doughnut holes on standby or a carton of ice cream. Miry always liked chocolate if she was upset when she was younger. She'd make her brownies or a cake like she once liked eating at breakfast.

Numb, downcast blue eyes to Zelda's question. ''Nothing.'' Andy's blood still on her palm.

Brushing her niece's ivory face with her hand. ''It'll work out with you and your Andy you'll see.''

Miranda's face snapped up as she glared at both of them. ''How? It will never work out. She won't even remember that we were lovers or that I even love her….I don't want to talk about Andy again. Ever.''

The twins came back from skateboarding with Jake, Patricia bounding up held by both girls on a leash and with Emily who was back to normal but looking very confused to the grass stains on her Westwood dress. Holding a Frisbee.

Cassidy asked, taking off her sneakers. ''Where's Andy Mom?''

At that question Miranda broke down making her icy resolve crumble. Melusine sat with her. ''Mir I promise you that everything is going to be fine, have some hope.'' Held by her.

Zelda took charge of the girls. ''Let's leave your mother alone dears.''

''Where's Andy gone?'' Caroline saw Mom was very upset by what she said.

''Back to being herself Caroline.'' Zelda explained lightly.

''She'll come back to Mom right?'' Caroline asked, staring back at Mom being soothed by Melusine.

''Yes.'' Zelda glanced back to her niece in tears. Mumbling to herself. ''Oh. Mel you better know what you're doing.''

Zelda led both redheads into the kitchen. ''Now Emily is it?'' Emily looked at her oddly. ''Yes.'' Felt very weird like she was larger now. ''Do you know where Miranda keeps her recipes?''

Emily shook her head. Cordelia was Miranda's cook and housekeeper. Zelda wordlessly made it be found. Careful not to do magic in front of Emily the mortal from her side of the pond.

Opening a box on the counter. ''Biscuit.'' Offered one to both her and Patricia who both sat obediently.

The hefty soppy St Bernard on the kitchen tiles and Emily on a stool.

Zelda had never cooked normally since Mirybelle was a child.

Not like Cordelia's cooking but she was able to rustle up organic tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for the girls and saved some for Miranda who was given a sleeping draught by Mel.

Emily went home still bewildered from her enchantment.

Zelda saw her off with a stern warning of no running after sirens.

''Mir is asleep.'' Mel informed watching her sister attempt to figure out the dishwasher. Floating the bowls and dishes to the sink, starting to wash themselves.

''Mel are you sure this is for the best.'' Zelda bit her lip uncertain, Miry was heartbroken.

''Do they have to be apart? Always like this. They love each other.''

''Zelda it is for the best and it is the only way to break the curse.''

Zelda hoped Mel was right.

Runway Offices

Nigel heard it. Emily growled at their Chairman. It was a low growl. Mr. Ravitz had come by to leave another message for Miranda to meet with him.

''Tell Miranda she cannot avoid me forever. I want to see her tomorrow for a meeting in my office at 11 sharp.'' Slamming his meaty fist on the desk. Kept missing Miranda every day for the last two and a half months.

Stalking off, to the elevators.

Miranda was due in the office later but was at an appointment right now.

Since when did Emily like wearing little bows now? Then there was the plate of biscuits she had out for herself. Don't even think about swiping one for yourself. Nigel tried and learned not to.

Emily got weird happy about a walk in the park with Patricia on Monday.

''Ashley Madison Exposed.'' Nigel shook his head these last two months at Runway were plain strange for him.

There was the collect call from Scotland with the worse reception from Stephen crying his eyes out to be rescued. Kept breaking up, his battery was low, something about him, being held by hags. Nigel shrugged.

Miranda was hardly a hag.

Miranda told Emily coldly to hang up on him.

Nigel noticed a few little things about Miranda also. She watched out her office window to something every day at 10 on the clock and the other day looked almost sick and didn't eat any of her Smith & Wollensky lunch.

Nigel wiped his glasses with his handkerchief, his cologne had bothered her yesterday. Told Emily to have whoever wore it, be severely reprimanded or bathed. Miranda's nose was once extremely sensitive when she was pregnant with the twins. Nigel remembered that suddenly.

It was almost like she was… Miranda couldn't be. Nigel knew she wasn't seeing anybody romantically. Page Six hadn't written about any dates with a new future Mr. Priestly.

Maybe the dragon was expecting...

If so, Nigel wondered if it was Stephen's. If not then who's?

Andy was almost late for work at the Mirror this morning. Ever since waking up in a towel in her crummy apartment two months ago, felt like she'd forgotten something really important to her. Couldn't place what it was though.

Saw a new bakery she'd never noticed before this morning was closed today. Andy read the sign on the door of Melusine and Zelda's Enchanted Delights. Closed for Family.

No bringing any treats in to her office today, Andy would try to buy something maybe tomorrow.

Taking off her coat, Her Editor greeted Andy as she sat down at her desk. ''Sachs. Here you'll be going to this tonight instead of Ryan, his kid's got the flu.'' Andy read it. The invitation was for The Press Circle.

Andy sunk into her chair more as she read the Press Circle Board members names, stopping at one name that her large brown eyes stopped on.

Miranda's.

For the last few months Andy had been on her breaks, clicking on anything to do with Miranda.

Not much was featured on Runway's Editor. Andy resorted to buying Runway each month at a newsstand. Just to see her in it. Kept missing seeing Miranda leaving Runway most nights. Hoped a few times she maybe crossed the enigmatic Editor's mind, every now and then.

Andy crumpled her paper cup of green tea at that asinine thought. Why would she? Andy was her worst assistant and her biggest disappointment.

Her mobile rang. Andy got it.

''Hi Andy.''

''Lily.'' Andy greeted her friend. ''I haven't heard from you in months.''

Lily acted like they'd (she'd) never stopped talking to her or that she took Nate's side.

Staring at her laptop screen, not listening to Lily going on about some old classmate of hers having a baby and when was she going to maybe get back with Nate. That they were good together. Made a cute couple. Maybe give Nate a chance and eventually start trying with Nate.

Have a baby with him. No.

A baby. Andy didn't want to have a kid with Nate. She liked babies just didn't want a little mini Nate.

Andy decided not to tell her that was never happening. Nate and she were over. He was in Boston now.

Andy was moving on from Nate.

Hanging up on her friend with the words from Lily. ''Andy. Nate's a good guy and you both were perfect for each other…he's coming into town this week. Come over to my place for drinks and maybe you and he can patch things up…I know he still has feelings for you. Give him a chance.''

''I have to go Lily.'' Andy lied.

Andy didn't feel the same about Nate. Lily's advice, getting back with Nate fell on deaf ears.

Andy began proofing an article on NY cabs and smiled she was seeing Miranda tonight, the real reason Nate would never be who she really wanted, Andy didn't want a Mr. Right she wanted only a Ms. Right.

A Ms. Right with snowy white hair and blue eyes she adored who Andy knew would never give her the time of day.

Andy could dream or fantasize.

Dr Johanus Murgatroyde on the Upper East 69th was use to many different types of excited or nervous partners, or husbands or celebrity baby daddies waiting for 4d ultrasound but not use to two of the strangest ladies he and his staff had ever met waiting with a VIP gold patient Ms. Priestly.

First the fat one with a big smile was fascinated with all the machines and asked pointed questions that made him wonder if she was a corporate spy for a health insurer.

Dr Murgatroyde innocently asked about the father which he could see for himself, each face was strained.

The taller dour thin one gave him a withering glare not to ask Miranda anything about him.

Writing on the form. Unknown. Miranda Priestly did not seem like a one night stand type. One could never tell. A hookup on Tinder perhaps.

Dr Murgatroyde scribbled. ''His blood type?''

Miranda would have to have Emily to ask HR for Andy's file. Miranda knew Andy had a general medical checkup for insurance her first week at Runway. Wait she told her once sprawled naked on Emily's floor.

''A+.''

Beginning the 4d ultrasound, heard the heartbeat and saw it on the screen and the Dr discussed the plan.

Miranda was left to change in private.

''Would you like two copies.''

''Yes we have to show Andy her child. She'll be shocked she fathered one.'' Zelda brightly informed.

She. Dr Murgatroyde mouth fell open at Zelda's words. ''I think you mean a he don't you.'' The elderly got mixed up sometimes.

Zelda shook her head at him.

Melusine tucked the other copy of the ultrasound in her bag not seen by Miranda who was still inside a room dressing.

Miranda placed her Fendi sunglasses back on. Stepping outside as Roy got her door promptly.

Sliding inside her car, exhaling she was carrying Andy's baby.

Their baby, resting her hand on her stomach. Andrea was not going to know about this ever.

Andy was holding up this choice now in the mirror for tonight which was in two hours' time.

Choosing it, Andy had to look good for Miranda even if she didn't have a chance in hell with The Icy Editor.

Got a cab uptown, paid the fare as Andy got out to her destination and peered in the glass reflection of a car window, flattening her hair since the cabbie needed to get his windows fixed to automatically close.

Great her hair looked styled by speeding taxi across midtown. Tying it up. The best she could do.

Entering the event, Andy mingled, held her glass, searching the party for a certain white haired attendee.

One guest a Tess Mahoney swore she knew Andy from somewhere.

Andy watched another guest arrive, it was not Miranda arriving yet, just hoped if she did get to see Miranda she didn't blush at some of the strange dreams she'd been having lately, Andy had them nightly. All involved a very naked Miranda. There were others with Miranda in clothes, kissing her, cuddling calling her Andy with blue eyes sparkling.

Andy liked those dreams, woke up missing Miranda horribly.

Andy gripped her glass. They were just dreams. Desires and longings only that. Some nights felt very real.

The last one making love to Miranda in blowing snow, except the funny thing was Andy was Andy loving her but she had a member in most. No more bagels and cream cheese at midnight and dreaming she had manly bits from now on.

Andy declined a waiter offering from a tray of delicious looking hors d' oeuvres she shouldn't. No if she did she probably have a mouthful of pastry and Miranda would arrive and look at Andy like was stuffing her face in a trough.

The room changed as Andy knew Miranda had arrived.

Andy's brown eyes followed Miranda moving across the room all night.

Was something wrong with Miranda, Andy wondered, was she sick, watching how she declined wine and now a flute of champagne. Now Andy saw how when Miranda was seated, looked ill as dinner at $ 2000 dollars a plate was served as she excused herself quickly to the bathroom, Andy followed Miranda unseen by her.

Needed to speak to her since Paris and the wave to her on the sidewalk and mainly to see if she was okay tonight. Andy was worried. Miranda looked so pale.

Morning sickness was something Miranda beyond hated because when she was carrying the twins it didn't happen just in the mornings, it happened at events like this tonight, Miranda moaned as she felt something cool pressed on the back of her neck.

Turning her grateful blue eyes up into concerned brown of Andy.

''Miranda.''

''Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?'' Andy asked her.

Tried to shake her head thought better of it. ''No. I'll be fine in a moment.'' Miranda's hand was reaching for her clutch for a tiny sample size of mouthwash.

Andy instinctively rummaged for Miranda. Miranda shook her head at the mints she had. ''I saw you haven't eaten so let's rule out bad curry?''

Andy's hand stopped on it, read the label. Prenatal vitamins. Was Miranda having a…a baby?

Without thinking Andy blurted outloud to her, shocked the woman of her dreams was expecting. ''Your pregnant.''

Miranda froze at Andy's words. ''Yes I am Andrea.'' Blue eyes on hers firmly, holding Andy's surprised gaze.

''Who's is it?'' Andy asked carefully. She really wanted to know who fathered it. Had to know? Was Miranda seeing someone? Involved with some guy? Who was he?

Tell her it wasn't that prick Stephen's?

How far along was she? Andy stared at Miranda who was watching her strangely with an expression Andy had never seen before.

Miranda pressed her lips together, not replying to Andy's question. How could she, she couldn't very well say oh it's yours Andrea could she? The night we had sex under the influence of the sprig of Eros and oh by the way you were enchanted as a man and forgot to wrap your willy and also it was your first time.

Andy blurted out, not able to stop herself. ''Is it Stephen's?''

Miranda coldly stepped away from her. ''It is none of your concern. Goodbye Andrea.''

Left Andy standing there watching the back of her, walking away from her this time. Like Paris. It hurt now just as much as back then when Andy did the same thing, walking away.

It was not goodbye.

Slamming her apartment door shut, Miranda's words to her of none of her concern and goodbye was really burning her up. Wiping her tears as she kicked off her heels and stepping out of her little black dress, Andy pulled on her comfy flannel pants and a t-shirt.

Miranda didn't say if it was Stephen who got her pregnant.

Tomlinson was a piece of work, faxing divorce papers to Miranda and leaving her carrying his child.

That lowlife schmuck.

Maybe it wasn't even Stephen's. If it was some other guy's baby. Who? Miranda must be dating someone or had a rebound after her ex.

The thought of Miranda having sex with some sexist conceited snob probably named some preppy name like Whit Von Sloneker who probably moved in her circles made Andy's stomach coil and her dark brows furrow.

That meant he'd kissed her and been in bed with her. Impregnated her. Rat Bastard.

Andy sunk down on her bed, why the hell did it bother her so much tonight at who the jerk was who had knocked her up and didn't even deserve Miranda?

Looked forward to seeing Miranda tonight, Andy really wanted to show Miranda that she could be a friend to her or maybe more. Not even given a chance to, Miranda just left her like she did to her in Paris.

Felt like pulling over one of her Gran's quilts over her head and staying in bed till spring.

Punching her pillow, Andy sunk into bed wishing a pair of blue eyes didn't haunt her.

Andy heard it.

She had a burglar. Quietly curling her hand around her lacrosse stick, holding it aloft, flipping the lights on to see not one but two burglars standing in her place, in her kitchen.

Two female seniors, making a cup of tea looking at her calmly as if they weren't breaking and entering.

A kettle whistling. ''Where does Miranda's mortal keep sugar?'' The plump burglar opened her fridge for a carton of milk.

Andy frowned. Miranda's what? What did she call her?

''Would you like a tea or maybe after the news we bring an Irish coffee would be best.'' Zelda suggested.

Andy stared at them both weirdly, maybe they were harmless dementia seniors thinking this was their home. How did they get in? Andy had a deadbolt lock.

''Hi.'' Andy greeted both. On the tip of her tongue to yell at them. What the hell were they doing here and who were they but that would be rude. Both ladies didn't look armed.

''Mugs.'' Zelda asked her.

Andy still held her stick up. ''Cabinet to your left.'' Andy helpfully supplied. What was wrong with her being nice to burglars' trespassers and telling them where her Crate & Barrel mugs were?

Zelda took a mug down for herself and two more for them.

Andy demanded. ''Excuse me but who are you both?''

''Melusine Hephzibah Hozier and my sister Zelda. Andy.''

Good she now had their names for the police report. Wait how did this Melusine and Zelda here know her name was Andy.

''How do you know my name?'' Andy was curious. Felt like she knew them somehow but she'd never met them.

''We know you quite well Andy because of Miranda and this.''

Because of Miranda. Andy didn't know them from her time at Runway.

Melusine pushed Andy's missing camera to her. ''Look.''

Andy's brown eyes widened at the camera library, a twinge of jealousy hit her at the brown eyed hunk with Miranda at a black tie event. They both looked amazing together.

Andy thickly swallowed at him with her. Saw how Miranda's eyes shone with what Andy wanted most of all from her. Wished she look at her like that, just once. Andy just knew somehow he was the father.

The way Miranda's eyes shimmered on him. Andy couldn't stop staring at them.

''What's his name?'' Andy voice shook.

Now she really wanted to cocoon herself under a quilt till she stopped feeling so shitty about seeing him with Miranda. Gosh they looked like a perfect couple.

Melusine smiled at her kindly. ''Andy.''