Andrea awoke the next day to the smell of bacon, it took her a few fuzzy moments to realise that this was not the norm. As she dressed in her night gown and headed towards the kitchen she could hear giggling, and...was that Lady Gaga?!.
Once she entered the kitchen, three pairs of eyes turned to greet her. She had assumed that the older of those set would dismiss here, she certainly deserved it, but to her surprise the white haired woman moved towards her and welcomed her with a morning kiss.
"Hello love" whispered Miranda, to Andrea's slightly confused and questioning gaze, she smiled and kissed the young brunette again in answer. "Come eat with us."
Andrea sat at the chair her wife pulled out and watched with confusion and uncertainty as the three women in front of her dug into bacon and sausage, with a side of frilled tomatoes. That is to say, the twins dug in, Miranda politely cut her meal into pieces and slowly chewed. It was slow and the pieces were small; but Andrea was glad to watch her wife eating. Miranda glances up to see her young wife watching her, she smiled and deliberately placed piece of tomato in her mouth, before winking and turning back to answer the girls who had just asked permission to leave the table.
"Of course dear, the two of you get ready and we'll have Joe take you to your dad's." The girls left with a chorus of "thanks mum!" before two sets of feet pounded up the stairs. The editor turned her full attention back to her wife, who had yet to touch her breakfast.
"Andrea, darling, our food will get cold." Andrea continued to stare. "Darling?"
"You're eating"
Miranda smiled, "Yes love, but you aren't?"
"You're eating bacon"
Miranda sighed, she got out of her chair and walked round to her wife, she pulled out the empty seat and sat in it, taking the young brunette's hands in hers. She looked into her eyes. "Two impressionable young women who have to see twigs in the magazine." was all she said as she picked up one of Andrea's sausages before kissing her in the lips and biting into the sausage. "I have to be off darling, I'll be in the office until five. I love you" and with that she was gone.
Andrea sat at the kitchen table in silence, her mind in a whirl.
"She's eating." Andrea grinned to herself, before digging into her own plate.
Half an hour later, in a small bathroom that was joined to a large office on a high rise building, a white haired editor knelt stood on a set of scales as a lone tear fell to the bathroom floor.
The sound of retching was covered by the running taps.