A/N: This story idea came from celesse201, there were multiple ideas given which I will incorporate into this request while placing my spin on this.

Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I do not own or make any money from them. Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox owns them.

Summary: A few years after Andy leaves New York she finds herself pulled back into Miranda's world. Can Andy keep herself and the Priestly's safe from the forces working against the family?

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Miranda woke up alone, her head buried deep within the pillow Andy had been sleeping on. Scanning the room, she panicked when she detected no sign of the brunette, she could, however, smell coffee. Turning her head, she caught sight of the mug on her bedside table and spotted the note under it. Pulling the note free she squinted down at it and grinned.

M, you need to stock your fridge with more than water and wine.
I've gone for groceries and will be back before you've finished your coffee.

Miranda sat upright and held the mug between her hands. It wasn't searing hot, but it would do. She had slept wonderfully well, and for the first time in months, it left her refreshed.

Hearing the front door opening to the cottage she smiled at the muttered curses coming from the young woman. Slipping from the bed, she shrugged on her robe and padded through the living room and into the kitchen. "Will omelette suffice?" Andy queried without looking around.

"I can make us breakfast, go relax." Miranda placed her hand on Andy's back and observed as she stiffened slightly before relaxing. Spinning Andy around she searched her eyes and recognised she looked tired. "Did you sleep?"

"A little. I woke up around 4 am, a nightmare," Andy explained. "So, I walked down to the beach and watched the sunrise. I love it by the water, I find the ocean soothing."

Miranda frowned at the admission of nightmares. "Go sit, I will fix more coffee and breakfast." She shooed Andy towards the living room. "If you wish to shower and change you have time, there are clothes in the closet that should fit and I have a range of new underwear in the top drawer of my dresser."

"Later," Andy muttered.

Miranda busied herself for the next twenty minutes making egg white omelettes and brewing fresh coffee. Placing the plates of food into the warm oven she took two mugs of coffee and headed into the living room. She found Andy curled up on her sofa, asleep under her throw. Placing the mugs down she stroked Andy's bangs from her face. "My darling?" She queried softly. "Breakfast is ready, will you eat?"

"Nu-hu. No more M'randa when I wake up." Andy muttered curling up tighter around the blanket.

Miranda continued to stroke Andy's hair, whispering the words she should have said the night before. "I'll be here, Andréa. You asked me for another chance, and I need you to realise, as you once told me, you will get as many as you need."

A small smile lit up Andy's face. "I must be dreamin'." Andy cracked an eye open and gazed at Miranda sleepily. "For real?"

"When do I say things, I do not mean?" Miranda stated.

Andy frowned, considering the words spoken between them over their time together. "I hope there are times you say things you don' t mean, because otherwise..." Andy bit her lip and tried to remain calm, but her chin wobbled.

Miranda, realising her error, gestured for Andy to lift her head and sat in the corner of the couch. She pulled Andy back down so her head was resting on her thigh. Unable to resist, her hands ran through Andy's hair soothingly. "You are right, of course. I say things I do not mean. For example, I should have never called you the smart fat girl or my greatest disappointment." Miranda swallowed. "I should not have stated you were nothing more than a capable assistant or saying that bastard tainted you. There is a multitude of things I should not have said, many of which have kept you away from me."

Andy turned and snuggled her face into the softness of Miranda's stomach and her shoulders shook.

Miranda felt the growing dampness of the other woman's tears seeping through her robe and continued to soothe. "There are also many things I should have said and done differently, Andréa. I should have told you how dark my world is when you are not in it. I could have told you how I searched for you when you left that first time, the lengths I went to just to know you were still alive in this world before losing all hope and giving up when I hit dead-ends. I should have told you how beautiful you are, how beautiful you have always been, and not just outwardly." Miranda's hands stopped moving., "I need you to understand I am sorry for my past actions, but I swear to you, from this moment on I will work hard to ensure you fully know what a positive impact you have on my life, of how ardently I love you. I will try to subdue all your doubts and fears, my darling."

"And Michael?" Andy whispered.

"Gone," Miranda stated. "He is no loss to my life or, as I found the hard way, the lives of my children. People may have heard far more than I hoped as I chewed him out, right there in that restaurant. You were right though, I really have the worst taste in men." Miranda, once again, brushed Andy's hair back from her face. "I should have tried harder to make things right with you rather than falling into a relationship because what I have realised is the only safety I have ever found, the only place I am free to be myself, is with you."

Andy pulled back and looked up, her eyes still glistening with tears. "You are not someone I could forget. I already told you-you had left an indelible mark on my soul, and it is as true today as it was all those years ago. I admit I am not the same person, Miranda. I'm a little more battered and bruised but the woman you first knew and the woman you came to know last year, she lives inside me, she's just evolved a little."

Miranda's eyes softened. "Last night, when I opened the door to you, you stepped back. It was a move so familiar, from your time at Runway, but then you brushed past me with the same confidence and lack of hesitation you displayed last year when your eyes roamed from the tip of my Prada's to my eyes in the middle of the Elias Clarke foyer. That look burned its way to my heart and soul, my darling."

Andy sat up and sniffed. Her nostrils flared as she caught the scent of burning. "You let breakfast burn."

Miranda jumped up, pushing past Andy. "Oh, for heaven's sake." Andy snorted back a giggle and hiccupped as Miranda clattered away quickly.

Andy stood and stretched, she grabbed the lukewarm coffee mugs before following. She found Miranda glaring at the two, now crispy, omelettes. "I meant to come right back and stun you with my culinary prowess."

Andy let out a chuckle as she poured the coffee away and rinsed the mugs. "Sweetheart, you did that the night of the lasagne."

Miranda smirked as she turned to face the brunette. "Ah, I remember that night, I thought you were about to make a throwaway comment about marriage. I panicked and when you asked if I would teach you how to make it instead the panic turned to relief and then a sudden sense of disappointment."

"I saw your rising panic and didn't want to freak you out," Andy muttered. "Did you use all six eggs, the cheese and mushrooms?" Miranda nodded and Andy grinned. "That's okay, I'll head back out later and grab more supplies."

"I'll order in, I planned to order Pizza from Fierro's, for dinner," Miranda stated. "Will you be staying?" She hoped so but did not want to push Andy into a situation she wasn't comfortable with, not after Thanksgiving.

"You're kidding, right? I rode all the way out here late last night, I spent the night semi-naked next to you, if you think I am leaving now, you are mistaken. If I have my way, when you are ready to return home, you'll be on the back of that bike with me."

"I do not have my jacket or helmet." Miranda frowned.

Andy grinned and moved past Miranda to her backpack. "What, these?" She took Miranda's Leopard and White print jacket from her bag and shook it out before wrestling the helmet free.

"But, how?" Miranda was surprised.

As she explained Andy hung the leather jacket on the back of a chair and placed her helmet down beside her own. "I noticed them in the closet when I was last at the house and knew it was unlikely someone had moved them. So, I asked Nigel for help, and he roped Emily into grabbing the items for me, she cussed me out a little and whispered how much she loved her job. If they hadn't been there, I would have turned up here today once the shop opened and..."

Miranda stepped into Andy's personal space and on tiptoes brushed a kiss on her lips ever so softly before pulling away and resting her head on Andy's shoulder. "Your ability to think on your feet is astounding, my darling."

Miranda pulled back and stepping back into the kitchen she grabbed two clean mugs from the cupboard while Andy rummaged through the bags of groceries. "I got that marmalade you like; do you want toast?" Andy asked.

"Thank you, no. I do, however, need coffee." Miranda busied herself pouring fresh coffee and walked from the kitchen with Andy at her heels. As Andy stood undecided over where to sit, Miranda tugged her hand and pulled her down beside her. She ran the tips of her fingers over Andy's new tattoo. "Tell me about this, please."

Andy looked down. "I thought it was self-explanatory." Andy leaned forward and pulled her coffee mug into her hands, using the time to gather her thoughts. "The lifeline starts with the usual irregular spikes, showing the life I lived, and then it flatlined, that was my time after leaving New York the first time. Upon my return, it spiked into the M, for you, Miranda." Andy swallowed and took a deep shuddering breath. "Then it flatlined again before moving back into the irregular spikes. That was me putting myself back together again until I found hope in my heart." Andy placed her cup down and looked at Miranda. "It symbolises the preciousness of life and love, the remembrance that death is only a heartbeat away."

"Are there any other tattoos I do not know of?" Miranda husked.

Andy nodded and pulled her t-shirt up, pushing her Calvin Klein bralette up, she hitched her left breast up slightly. Miranda saw the flowing text underneath; 'with every heartbeat'. "That one's for you and the twins," Andy explained pulling her t-shirt back into place. Andy could see the wheels turning as Miranda thought about what she had told her.

Miranda sipped her coffee and sat back. "Why that phrase?"

"It sits under my heart, a reminder I love all three of you with every beat of mine." Andy blushed. "I had that one done a few days before..." Andy breathed. "...well, before I left for Genovia." Andy watched as Miranda placed her mug down, unsure of what was coming next.

Miranda unclasped the chain around her neck and pulled the ring free, she placed it in Andy's hand and curled her fingers around it until she held it in a loose fist. "When you are ready, I want that ring back, but there can be no hesitation on your part." Miranda caught her eyes. "You cannot walk away from me again, not even if I tell you to leave."

"Okay," Andy breathed, she opened her fist and looked down at the ring. It was warm from her hand and where it had been nestled against Miranda's skin. Running her thumb over the platinum band she flipped it and saw the small inscription. 'Forever'.

Miranda frowned. "I never noticed the inscription." Miranda looked up to see Andy biting her lip. "What is it?"

"Will you wear it?" Andy licked her lips. "I mean...Um, well...Shit!" Andy took a deep breath. "I didn't know Kate would give you the ring, I assumed she would pack it up with the rest of my things. But then I spotted it at Thanksgiving, and you still wore it even when you were with him, so...I understand if you don't want to or aren't ready, I mean, I kinda just barged in here last night and..."

"Andréa, whatever it is you are trying to say, the answer is yes. Now, will you stop babbling and put that ring on my finger?" Miranda smirked.

Andy did as Miranda told her. Leaning in she placed a kiss on her cheek as a blush rose across her own. "A promise, for the future."

"Acceptable." Miranda's smile widened. "Now, tell me are you ever going to kiss me properly or must I...mm." Miranda moaned as Andy's lips captured hers. The touch was gentle yet passionate, and they both leaned into it.

Andy's hands cupped Miranda's face as Miranda's tangled into her hair and Miranda swiped her tongue across a full bottom lip. Andy inched closer still as Miranda's hands moved to her shoulders and down her back, delighting in the warmth of the woman next to her. Her fingers inched under the white t-shirt the brunette wore and Andy moaned. Miranda deepened the kiss and pulled Andy closer again cupping her ass and using it for leverage.

Andy's hands moved under Miranda's robe she lifted Miranda onto her lap. Breaking the kiss, they both took ragged breaths as they searched each other's eyes. Miranda's eyes had darkened to a deep blue, and it dilated her pupils. "You okay?" Andy whispered breathlessly.

"Bed?" Miranda growled the question.

"I think it's time to stand by my promise." Andy stood up, swinging Miranda into her arms she carried the smaller woman to the bedroom.

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Miranda was nervous as Andy pulled the comforter free one handed and laid her gently down on the unmade bed. Hovering over her Andy saw the nervousness and uncertainty. "We can stop..."

Miranda placed a finger over Andy's lips to stem the flow of words. "Love me, Andréa."

Andy twisted the ring sat on Miranda's finger. "Forever." She turned slightly and pulled her t-shirt over her head and Miranda took in the gunshot scarring. She sat forward and pressed her lips to it before moving to the small scar where Stephen had pierced the skin with his screwdriver. "They aren't pretty," Andy muttered apologetically.

"They tell a tale of your bravery, and that is never ugly." Miranda caught her lips in a kiss and pulled her down so she could experience the weight of Andy against her. They kissed leisurely, taking their time to connect until their desire for each other had Miranda removing Andy's jeans and her bralette and shrugging her robe off. Pressing skin to skin, in nothing but their panties Andy trailed her lips along Miranda's throat, over her collarbone and down her breasts.

Andy placed light kisses along the edges of Miranda's breasts. Flicking her tongue against Miranda's nipple, it sent a little shudder down the editor's body. Her hand curled, and she brushed the back of her fingers along Miranda's other nipple. Miranda's breath hitched and Andy could sense her growing excitement. She brushed her first two fingers back and forth over her breast. As Miranda's breathing became more ragged, she lightly tugged on it as her mouth moved, nipping and sucking. Andy slid the hand down between them and stroked over the front of Miranda's thong. Miranda gasped as the material slipped between her lips, coating it and making it wet.

Miranda's hips moved with the gentle strokes and she closed her eyes as Andy's finger pushed the material to one side and concentrated on her clit. She could feel her orgasm approaching. "Oh God," Miranda whispered. Her body spasmed as she climaxed. She thrust her hips against the fingers, prolonging her orgasm as Andy's teeth grazed over a nipple before soothing it with her tongue. "Agh, my darling." Miranda cried out as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Pulling Andy up, she brushed her own lips against the younger woman's. "Forever will never be long enough." She pressed their lips harder together and Andy returned it wholeheartedly, her lips caressing Miranda's as though her life depended on it.

Andy's tongue slipped between Miranda's parted lips and the two tongues swirled against each other. Miranda moaned deep in her throat and spun them until she was hovering on top of Andy, her thigh pressed into her. Andy broke the kiss and reversed their position causing Miranda to giggle. "My beloved now is not the time to top me." Andy grinned down at Miranda. "But you will get your chance."

Miranda looked up at Andy with a devilish smile. She had dreamed of this moment, often despairing that it would never happen. Miranda welcomed the strength in Andy's long body as she pressed into her and when Andy's lips kissed down her neck, she moved her head to allow further access. Andy moaned as Miranda's hands mapped the skin of her back.

Miranda smirked at the sound. She understood when she could return the favour Andy's desire would be her focus, she wanted to make the woman above her unravel. She wanted it to be everything that Andy ever hoped for. It had been years now since either of them had been intimate with someone and Miranda wanted to the moment she made love to the young woman to be a moment she remembered.

Slowly kissing her way back up Miranda's neck, Andy bit lightly on Miranda's earlobe. It was gentle, but it made Miranda gasp and arch her back. Miranda's hips moved against her. As they kissed, their bodies fit against each other perfectly. It was a deep kiss that continued as they wrapped their arms around each other, holding on tight as they rocked against each other. "You are beautiful, Miranda," Andy whispered.

"Oh, so I am no longer your beloved." Miranda sassed nipping at Andy's bottom lip.

Andy grinned. "Yes, Miranda." She sassed back.

Miranda's hands were on Andy's ass, kneading the firm globes. Her fingers moved under the elastic so she could touch the soft skin. Her hips now pressed hard against Andy's core and she found her desire rising again. Lifting her hips, she ground herself against Andy and her arousal built. Andy pressed down "Yes," Miranda hissed. She wanted more after waiting so long. "Please, Andy!"

Andy pulled back a little at hearing Miranda's words. Miranda whimpered at the slowing of the movement against her. Andy reached down and pulled off her panties, throwing them to the side. Lifting herself, she tugged at Miranda's thong and when the older woman lifted her ass, she peeled it down her legs. Andy lowered herself down and began slowly pressing her hips down, arching her back as she rubbed against Miranda.

Miranda gripped her wrists as she met each thrust and moving her legs, her clit pressing directly against Andy. Her hips rocked with the motion which was growing harder, trying to give Andy what she needed while easing the ache between her own legs.

Andy gasped at each thrust. "Mm, Miranda. So good." Andy muttered. "Oh fuck," Andy moaned. Looking down on Miranda, she saw she had screwed her eyes shut as her back arched, her head rocked back and forth.

Andy trembled and Miranda's grip tightened as Andy thrust with more urgency. "Come with me, please." Miranda pleaded. "So close." Miranda's words were enough to send Andy over the edge. Her body shuddered as she cried out as her climax overwhelmed her. The sensation had Miranda toppling over into a smaller orgasm as they continued to grind. Miranda continued whispering words of encouragement as Andy rode out her waves. "That's it, my darling. Let go! Just keep loving me."

As Andy quieted, she settled onto her side in Miranda's arms and the two of them lay slowly exploring each other. Miranda's fingers teased and her hand moved further down, between them. Her hand moved down further between Andy's legs. They opened to give her more access. It didn't take long for her fingers to become coated. "Don't stop." Andy cried. Andy pushed back with her hips as she cried out. She could feel the tips of Miranda's fingers barely hovering near her entrance. "Please, don't tease me." Miranda pushed two fingers into her and Andy thrust her hips to meet them as they slid in.

With each thrust, Miranda worked her fingers a little deeper. Andy's moans were like music and caused her to pick up speed, she curled her fingers and Andy cried out. "Oh, fuck yes!" Miranda's thumb moved to circle Andy's clit sending waves through her. Andy's body tensed and her orgasm swept through her. She was screaming out loud without being aware of it as her body bucked and spasmed.

Miranda stroked as Andy's walls gripped and released her fingers while her body thrashed. With some difficulty, she continued to pump them in and out and pressed firmly on Andy's sensitive clit. As one wave ended, another would begin and Andy was moaning. Her whole body went limp even with Miranda's fingers embedded in it. Miranda slipped her fingers out carefully and pulled Andy close.

Andy stirred and muttered. "I don't want to sleep."

"It is okay, beautiful. I will be here. We are together and can sleep now." Miranda pulled the comforter over them. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Andy's. "I am not going anywhere, my beautiful Andréa."

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They spent the next two days barely moving from the cottage, spending much of their time wrapped around each other and making up for the time they had missed.

Andy was true to her word, she loved Miranda long and hard, through that first day and well into the night, catching small catnaps in between. Then it was Miranda's turn, she spent the Monday mapping Andy's body with her hands and mouth, finding all her exquisite erogenous zones and delighting in the shivers of pleasure she created when she bathed them with her full attention. They found contentment in each other.

Sunrise and sunset became Miranda's favourite part of their days as Andy prodded her into getting dressed and led them down to the Main Beach to watch the sun rising and setting over the horizon. Miranda found herself sat between Andy's legs as the younger woman wrapped them both up in the throw she insisted on carrying the few hundred metres. That morning also saw her carrying mugs of coffee for them to enjoy as the cool easterly breezes whipped around them.

Miranda knew she needed to head back to the city, but did not know how to bring it up with the brunette. It was Andy who bit the bullet and Miranda felt comforted. "I think we should head back to the city later. Your minions will wonder where you are, although they will experience relief with Nigel at the helm, and as much as Kate and P.J adore the terrors, they have their hands full with little Andy." Andy grinned. "Plus, I would like to take you on a date, and although the Hamptons is beautiful, it's a little restrictive, and I do not have quite the same choice in clothes."

Miranda returned her smile and her eyes twinkled. "I like that fact that you have 'JUICY' emblazoned across your ass in those shorts. It made the walk down here quite appealing."

"Mm, yes I was aware," Andy smirked. "You made me conscious of this when said eyes did not leave said ass." She pulled Miranda closer. "I thought we could have breakfast before heading back."

"Acceptable. What would you care for?" Miranda asked.

"You, and maybe pancakes." Andy chuckled as Miranda smacked her thigh gently.

"I assume in that order?" Miranda smirked as Andy's stomach grumbled. "Maybe not."

"Hey, we've lived off toast and takeout since Sunday." Andy pretended to be offended.

"Are you complaining, my darling?" Miranda asked cheekily.

"Me? Never." Andy stood up and brushed sand off her ass. "Come on, well pack up and head off. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to terrorise a few people this today."

Miranda rose gracefully. "I suppose if we must go there are worse ways to arrive at Runway than dressed in leather and on a Hog driven by a beautiful woman."

Andy held her hand out and grinned when Miranda entwined their fingers. "We'll stop for coffee, you must miss your usual centre of the sun hot caffeine fixes."

"Mm, perhaps I have found myself a distraction and a pleasure worthy of the horror cold coffee provides." Miranda led them back up to the cottage.

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After gathering their things together, Miranda pounced and pinned Andy against the wall. "Shit," Andy whispered as Miranda's hands made quick work of the barrier of clothing between them. She slid her hand into the pooling wetness behind the panties as her tongue traced her ear. Andy's hips thrust insistently against Miranda's hand.

Miranda slid a finger on either side of Andy's clit moving them down before thrusting them inside. Andy's breath came in quick, deep bursts. Her back arched, and she gasped as Miranda's thumb circled her clit, having found it was one of the many ways to have the woman explode. Andy's eyes closed and Miranda could feel Andy trembling against her. "I want you to come for me...hard."

"I am. Oh, Miranda." Miranda's thumb flicked over Andy's sensitive clit, "God, Miranda." Andy's back arched and pulled her fingers deeper inside. Miranda grew wetter seeing Andy in the throes of an orgasm. It was an erotic sight, and the noises pulled from the woman were sensuous and sexy.

She barely noticed when Andy reversed their position, pulling her arms over her head and holding them in one hand. Her other hand slid down as she trailed her lips across Miranda's jaw. Her fingers slid themselves between Miranda's legs. She smiled against the curve of the editor's neck. "It's my turn now." Andy teased her mercilessly until she exploded with a keening wail of Andy's name.

They showered before setting off for the city in comfortable silence, stopping in Long Island for coffee and, at Andy's insistence, a muffin. Miranda had used the time to send Emily a range of text messages advising her to have two hot no foam lattes waiting but had not given her a time.

Andy's cell chimed, and she looked down to see an S.O.S from Roy. A panicked Emily had called him seeking an ETA which he hadn't been able to provide having not been told of their return.

Andy grinned and tapped away giving him the planned ETA, give or take, and asked if he would tell Kate, Cara and Maria.

As Andy crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, Miranda's hold on her tightened. Heading up familiar streets she pulled quickly into a free parking spot and cut the engine. "What is it, Miranda?"

"We haven't talked about what happens now?" Miranda's words were low and conveyed her nervousness and rising panic.

"Well, I will help P.J when he needs it, and write the rest of my time. I need to organise my apartment, I can't have you and the twins spending time there surrounded by boxes."

"You want us to spend time with you, at your apartment?" Miranda clarified.

"Of course, sweetheart." Andy clasped Miranda's hands which were still tangled around her waist. "Now, I know I can always come to the townhouse but I want you to be comfortable wherever we spend time, and although my apartment isn't large, it's comfortable, or at least it will be given time and effort." She squeezed Miranda's hands.

"Earlier, you mentioned taking me on a date." Miranda queried.

"I thought we could reattempt dinner at The Breslin, possibly torment Amy more if she's still around. I may even see what dresses that surly salesgirl at Bloomingdale's can come up with." Miranda's low chuckle was like music to her ears. "I want this, Miranda. The whole deal, you, the imps and the rest of your crazy extended family. In turn, you get Adele, Joe, Clarisse and Mia. And trust me, unless you have mattress surfed with Mia, Adele and Clarisse cheering you on, you have experienced nothing."

"Acceptable." Andy could hear the smile in Miranda's voice.

Andy kicked the engine into action and pulled into traffic carefully. Within fifteen minutes she was outside Elias Clarke and cutting the engine. As Miranda stepped from the back of the bike, in leather and denim, Andy followed and took her helmet from her head, fixing her hair back into place. "Wouldn't want your minions seeing you with helmet hair." She whispered happily. Miranda's cheeks were flushed, and she looked stunning.

"Thank you, my darling." Miranda stood on tiptoes and brushed a kiss on Andy's lips. Hearing the tell-tale sound of a camera, Andy spun around and shot the paparazzi in question a glare that had him running away. Miranda's laughter was loud. "You haven't lost your touch, I see."

"Nope, I learned it from the best." Andy's smile came easy, and it was wide. As she removed her own helmet, she saw Miranda's second assistant scurry past, coffee in hand. "Your kingdom awaits. I should get going, but I'll grab breakfast first." Andy gestured toward one of the little coffee shops.

"Unacceptable." Miranda entwined their fingers and pulled Andy into the foyer of the building as Eduardo rushed to open the security gate. "I'm sure I saw Emily rushing in here with our coffee, I shall send her out for those pancakes you wanted and bacon and eggs for me, I somehow worked up quite the appetite."

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Andy left Runway and headed for her apartment. She planned to spend the rest of her day unpacking boxes and settling into life in New York. When she entered the apartment, she smelled scents of home cooking and looked around. All her things were tidied away and someone had flattened the stack of boxes holding her items from L.A and leaned them against the wall. Stepping around the L-shaped bend towards the kitchen she found a pot of tomato sauce on the back of the stove. On the counter lay a letter.

Welcome home, Corazoncita.

We helped you unpack, there are personal items, photographs and such, we did not interfere with, they are in your bedroom.

You are probably wondering why we did this. Family help their own, Corazoncita. You have family here, we wanted to give you that reminder.

Kate left as Andrew was with P.J and he has a meeting. Cara and I went back to the house to get ready for the twins return home. Cara will bring the twins here after school, which explains the dinner, there's fresh pasta in the fridge. Roy will bring Miranda to you instead of to the townhouse.

Enjoy your time together.

Maria x

The gesture surprised Andy and moving from the kitchen she saw the little touches that made the place home. Her desk was still by the windows where she could look over the pond but next to her Mac book stood a photo frame. Inspecting it, she saw it was a photograph of herself with the twins and Patricia, taken in the time she was still Miranda's assistant.

Walking through the room towards her bedroom she saw other photos in matching frames, moments caught on camera with her stood between Kate and P.J or beside Mia and Nigel, and one of her with Adele, stood under a spotlight, taken on Saturday night.

Feeling overwhelmed she moved to her bedroom and saw the boxed items ready for her to go through. These would be the hardest. They contained memories of her past, photographs of her family, old friends and two of her most cherished photographs, one captured at the first benefit she had attended with Miranda where they stood side by side wearing soft smiles, and one Nigel had taken of Miranda in Paris which he had sent to her cell.

She took her time going through the boxes and took out the items she wanted before carrying it to her closet and putting it away tidily. She placed the two photos on her bedside table and smiled. Now, the apartment was a home.

Settling on her bed she kicked her shoes off and stretched out. She let her thoughts roam and wondered what the future would hold. She knew, no matter what, she would have Miranda and the twins by her side. With this thought in mind, she let herself slip into sleep, with a small smile lighting up her face and hours later it was how the twins and Miranda found her.

With happy laughter erupting from them, they piled on the large bed and smothered Andy with kisses and basked in the security and warmth they found in her arms.

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Note:
So this is it! This story is done and I somehow managed to wrangle a happy ending from it.

Thank you to all of you who have stuck by this fic and offered such positive comments and feedback, it is you guys who keep me going when I am despairing over where to take the story next. Each one of your comments brings a smile to my face and they are very much appreciated.