Summary: Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can't seem to get laid. The witch is getting pissed.
Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I make no money from them and Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.
A/N: This one is going out with a massive shout out to Kristan over on the DWP - Mirandy page on Facebook.
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Over the months that followed, Andy spent more and more time with Miranda and the twins, easing her way into their lives further and letting them into hers. It wasn't unheard of for the Priestly twins to head straight to Andy's from Dalton on an afternoon with Miranda flowing when she'd finished her day.
The press had started speculating she and Miranda were dating about two months after the pregnancy was confirmed by Miranda's doctor. Although Andy offered to back off from the relationship, Miranda refused to hide her away. For a few days after the story broke, and confirmation of Andy's pregnancy was leaked by a talkative receptionist, the Paparazzi were relentless. Andy had found herself overwhelmed as she was followed around by her peers, even to the supermarket.
Her New York family rallied around her but Andy was a success in her own right, it was true she was no Pulitzer Prize winner, but she had contacts within the industry and had generated lots of goodwill over her years at both Runway and the Mirror. Newspapers and magazines wanted her story about dating the Queen of Fashion, and she surprised everyone with her firm refusal. The furore died down quicker than she anticipated after a bust-up between Kim and Kanye took the headlines.
Andy decided to publish an article on her blog page about the invasion of privacy versus freedom of the press, somehow managing to place the spotlight firmly back onto her peers by asking questions that were then bandied around on online forums. The subject was picked up by current affair shows. The women of the view discussed it heatedly, unable to agree as usual, and even Ellen DeGeneres mentioned it. Ellen was tactful and treated the issue with her usual kindness and understanding.
Andy started by asking if members of the press had the right to throw light on private family matters, exposing people to unwanted attention without consent. She wrote about her disbelief of it seemingly becoming the norm for ordinary people to lose their right to be left alone just because they had been involuntarily thrust into the limelight by the news media. Who she dated and her pregnancy was of no concern to the public. She was not a public figure, she was doing no harm nor committing any crime. She demanded to know what qualified her life as newsworthy. What gave the press the right to expose her private life to the glare of publicity.
She was furious and her fury lent her an eloquence that Miranda claimed was almost intoxicating and the editor found little ways to show her appreciation from sensual massages to long nights of lovemaking and surprise gifts, little mementoes to let Andy know she was thinking about her from a Mont Blanc pen to personalised stationery and plants or flowers for her home.
Miranda went through her days ignoring the press, as she always had. But her guard was up. She'd caught the small rumblings that Irv was, once again, gunning for her job, with claims the adverse press was damaging Runway sales. He was clearly wrong and Miranda had the figures to prove it. She wasn't worried about his claims, but she had put things into place that would protect everyone she loved.
Miranda knew, in the worst-case scenario she would have more than enough to live on comfortably for the rest of her life, if not her children and grandchildren's. She still had her legal team looking at her Runway contracts and there were no loopholes that would allow Irv to remove her from her position unless there was a vote of no-confidence in the majority. She had also requested for them to draw up paperwork, indicating if anything should happen to her, that the assets would be split between her three children, with both Koba and Andy acting as joint custodians.
Andy refused Miranda's requests to bequeath her a set amount to allow her to live comfortably for the rest of her days, citing she had no interest in gaining anything financially from the editor. Miranda was overheard mumbling that things would change once Andy moved in and they married. She was surprised by Miranda's words but they were soon forgotten as life continued, with her work, the numerous doctor's appointments and the various shopping trips to prepare for the baby taking up her time.
Miranda came to the silent decision she would marry Andy, to ensure she, along with their child, was well taken care of, always.
Andy had reached the four-month mark of her pregnancy and although her doctor asked if she wished to know the gender of her child, she did not wish to. As long as he or she was healthy, Andy would be happy. Miranda was less sure about the unknown, wanting to be prepared, yet she went along with Andy's wishes. Andy was amazed by Miranda's willingness to compromise.
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Miranda's parents asked for the couple to spend a week with them in London before Andy could no longer travel. Miranda decided she couldn't take the time from Runway. She planned to use her annual vacation leave once the child was born, but she insisted Andy go along and get to know her family.
The twins and Miranda worked hard to teach Andy to cast a teleportation spell. They started by filing a small bowl with water and lighting a candle and placing it beside the bowl. Swirling the water they taught her the spell.
"Spirits of the sky,
grant me your power
and let me go to..."
The twins and Miranda were pleased with her attempts moving through the house this way and Andy often used it to bring back drinks and snacks on her return. Over the weeks she was pleased to notice that casting the spell became easier.
At almost five months, Andy travelled to London by magic, no longer reliant on travelling by usual means, and spent the week learning about the world of magic, most predominantly the tales of the Fae. Her education with Ezra and Rachel was swift and she was amazed by the detailed history she was given by both Miranda's parents.
Ezra advised her that magic in itself would always be dangerous in the wrong hands and beneficial in the right ones. The witch or warlock usually decided if magic would be used for good or evil. Primarily, those that were magical, hid the fact from the world. It was the most well-guarded secret on Earth.
Rachel claimed the downside to being a fairy was that her magic could manifest itself according to her strong emotions. It could be dangerous if not harnessed correctly. They spent time teaching her further spells and helping her control her power.
Ezra told her tales of the Fae. Speaking of legends which indicated that the first Fairy Queen was a powerful witch who called upon the spirits to give her additional elemental powers. The fairy queen could cast enchantments, bestow gifts, plant curses and even change forms. She bestowed the gift of wings upon herself to fly above the world and view it in its entire beauty.
While travelling the Fairy Queen fell violently in love with an Egyptian Prince. She used all the power available to her to bewitch him. Their coupling produced the very first fairy child, a girl.
The relationship with the Egyptian prince ended when the spell broke. In a fit of despair, the Fairy Queen reversed it in the hope her Prince would have grown to love her naturally. She was wrong. He recoiled from her and had his guards lock her away for a time until he decided to banish her from his lands on the banks of the Nile, keeping their child. The years following the prince instilled a deep-rooted fear in his child of all things magical and she suppressed her natural talents.
The fairy child went on to have multiple children with a Magnonic husband. None of the children had the magical powers of its grandmother.
Rachel explained that almost a millennia passed, with no fairy sightings, but then one day a warlock from a Viking tribe raped his way through a fishing village in the highlands of Scotland. Nine months later four children were born to three different women. One boy and three girls.
Fraternal twins were born of to a redhaired spellcaster called Catrìona. The girl child grew to be a formidable witch and as the years passed and she grew into adulthood she went in search for the perfect warlock husband to extend their magical bloodline. Her brother formed a relationship with a woman from their small village, and after their marriage, they had a fairy child. The birth of the boy child was hard on its mother, and the father, not understanding his child's magic, after the child healed his mother from near death by feeding upon her, decided it was evil. In a fit of rage, he murdered his sleeping child and his wife before taking his own life.
The same thing continued to happen through the next thousand years. In the mid-1700s a magical council was formed and it was decreed that witches and warlocks would cease to have children with the Magnonic.
Witches and warlocks, often fearful of the unknown, travelled the ever-growing world for their marriages, with parents often arranging them at birth so more fairy children would not be conceived. And yet there were still occasions when a fairy child was born, most often to a warlock who then abandoned their child and the Magnonic woman. There had never been a known case of a fairy having a child with a witch or warlock.
Andy had been stunned to find out the history of her kind. She searched Miranda's parent's eyes for any falsehood and found none. When she queried how they knew so much Rachel offered a small smile.
"We should all know our beginnings, Andy. That red-headed witch in the highlands was my ancestor. Catrìona is the source of the red hair of my own children and grandchildren, and once upon a time, of myself." She stated quietly.
Andy nodded and smiled sadly, realising she would likely never have true answers about where she came from. Rachel, seeing the sadness, pulled out the family photo albums that showed an array of pictures of Miranda and her brothers in various stages of their lives. She explained the serious-faced little redhead, who looked a lot like her twins, never really seemed comfortable within herself.
"Until you, Andy," Ezra stated, his smile lopsided but genuine. "She positively glows when you are near. It does mine and her mother's heart good to see it."
Andy couldn't sleep on her final night in Lindon and leaving a note for the elder Princhek's, returned to New York by magic, having practised a new spell over the week. She focussed on Miranda and New York as she chanted.
"There is somewhere I would like to be
Get me there fast and quick like the speed of light
So mote it be."
She appeared late that evening, New York time, in Miranda's bedroom, causing the older woman to jump in surprise. Miranda launched herself from the bed and within four steps was wrapped up in Andy's arms. "You are a sight for sore eyes, my love," Andy whispered. "I missed you." She pulled back slightly and leaned forward to brush a soft kiss against Miranda's lips. Taking Miranda's hand in her own, she rested it on top of her expanding stomach and grinned as the baby made its presence felt.
Miranda's eyes widened. Taking two steps back, she regarded the changes in the brunette from just a week apart. Andy could see the surprise and happiness shining deeply in Miranda's eyes, but also a hint of something she struggled to place. "This week has been intolerably long," Miranda stated. "I refuse to have you away for so long in the future." She pursed her lips. "You will move in," Miranda demanded with an airy flick of her wrist.
Andy frowned. They had yet to discuss future plans, although the room next to Miranda's was being prepared for a nursery. "But...I..." Andy struggled to formulate a response.
"No, no. That is not a question." Miranda pushed herself back into Andy's arms and nuzzled into her. "Please, say yes." She whispered.
Andy grinned. Wrapping her arms around Miranda tightly, she sighed. "Yes, Miranda." She walked the editor back towards the bed and pushed her down into the mattress. "Now, I think it's time for bed."
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For Miranda, the months that followed Andréa's return from London flew by. They settled into life at the townhouse and it seemed as if Andréa had always been a part of the family, yet the house was obviously lighter, with laughter and noise filling the rooms. The house had come alive.
She had always been affected by Andréa's touch. The power of their magic was often intense but it was Andréa's beauty that held her captive. The pregnancy made her glow and her curves, as her body changed and became even more voluptuous. was simply exquisite. Miranda couldn't get enough. She watched the ever-expanding stomach joyfully, often stunned by the fact it was her child growing inside the younger woman. She often cradled her palms against the rounded curve of Andréa's stomach, feeling the flutterings and strengthening movement beneath her hands. She laid her head on the swell and talked sweetly, reassuring the child and its mother they were loved beyond measure.
Miranda missed her first ever Paris Fashion Week when the night before she was due to fly out Andréa went into labour while they were making love. She found herself calling Roy to take them to the Presbyterian while struggling to get Andréa into her clothes as she laughed until a contraction hit.
The birth was fairly straightforward and rather quick. Calliope Priestly-Sachs was born in the midst of the witching hour. Her first cry was heard at 3:06 am and she weighed in at a healthy 6lb 8oz. When the baby was placed on Andréa's chest they both looked down into open baby-blue eye justs like her older mother's. Miranda's finger stroked the shock of dark hair which in certain light took on an auburn hue. The child was simply beautiful.
Miranda and the twins were enamoured by the little baby. As with the twins, Miranda smothered Calliope with love and gave her all she'd ever need and more.
When they returned home, Miranda could often be found staring at the little girl, watching as she slept with her warm hand resting lightly on her chest. She also found an immeasurable peace watching Andréa breastfeed. Seeing her child suckle on Andréa's beautiful breasts before bed each night was often the highlight of her day, especially after returning to Runway and facing everyone's incompetence.
Seven weeks after the birth, Koba took the twins for the evening. Rachel and Ezra were in New York, visiting with their new granddaughter and making tentative plans to purchase an apartment in the city to be closer to the family.
Miranda whisked Andréa out for dinner. It was time for them to reconnect. Over a private dinner on a heated rooftop terrace, sat in the flickering candlelight with soft music playing in the background, Miranda asked for Andréa's hand in marriage and a heartfelt yes was given by the teary brunette. Miranda slid a 10-carat emerald cut diamond ring set in platinum onto the brunette's left-hand ring finger. "I will love you for all eternity, my darling." She bent to place a kiss where the ring sat, sealing the promise.
Their return to the townhouse was met with soft words of congratulations as her parents showed their pleasure. They reassured the two women that Calliope was settled before leaving for their hotel. The couple made their way, hand-in-hand, up the stairs and looked in on their sleeping child. Taking the baby monitor, they moved to their bedroom and turned towards each other.
Their passion took over and they were soon naked. Laying Andréa down, Miranda lowered her head and sucked one of her beautiful breasts into her mouth, tasting her sweet milk for the first time, Andréa's hips bucked and she switched breasts. Andréa's hands slid to tangle into her hair, her fingers trailing softly through the short hair at the base of her skull.
Miranda's hand moved down, and the only sounds that could be heard were Andréa's ragged sighs as her hips rocked seeking further contact.
It was all the encouragement Miranda needed. Her fingers glided against Andréa's clitoris, stroking gently and building her pleasure before slipping her fingers lower to push deep inside while her thumb teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. A second finger followed the first, building a rhythm.
Andréa's moans were getting louder and Miranda pressed her mouth to hers, her tongue dancing against Andréa's. The brunette's hips rocked more furiously, meeting each deep thrust. Andréa cried out into Miranda's mouth as she came hard, her back arching off the mattress as Miranda eased her through her climax.
They lay beside one another, getting their breath back, touching each other gently, maintaining their contact when Calliope's screams rent through the baby monitor. Miranda groaned. "Uugh, it's your turn."
Andréa smirked at her. "Nu-uh, not a chance, sweetheart. You wanted my child, you handle her."
Miranda rolled off the bed and shrugged herself into her bathrobe as the baby continued to wail. She glared at the smug brunette. "Why on Earth, did I let you choose the name Calliope? Beautiful voice? Pfft!"
Andréa's laughter followed her from the room, and she knew she could be heard whispering to the baby over the monitor.
"You're more like screaming banshee, or perhaps a stinky troll." The minutes passed with Miranda soothing the baby as she changed her and the brunette was still chuckling to herself when the editor returned with the baby settled against her chest.
Unable to resist she offered the brunette a wide smile, her genuine happiness obvious. "Thank you, Andréa." She whispered.
"What for?" Andréa asked.
"You have granted me my heart's desire," Miranda stated softly, settling beside the younger woman. "You are truly magical, my darling, and I will always remember the magic of loving you."
Andréa crept closer, settling her head in the crook of her neck. "I love you." She whispered.
Miranda sighed happily as they settled into the darkness with the magic of the three of them entwining and casting a small rainbow of colour around them.
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