DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. I DO NOT OWN THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. This is just for fun.

2. I originally didn't intend a sequel to Double Trouble, but once I began thinking of this, I had to do it. I hope you like it.

3. I can now reveal the working title of this was Quadruple Trouble... then I realised it gave the story away.

PART 4

After the initial shock, Miranda bit the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing. She had to admit, the fact her first assistant had just fainted dead in her office was rather comical. But instead of giving in to her mirth, the editor simply rolled her eyes. "Is she alive?"

Nigel knealt down and inspected Emily. "Of course she's alive, Miranda," he nearly growled. "I would imagine the idea of you and Six both expecting twins was simply abit shocking. Can't think why!" He nudged the Brit slightly, but there was no response.

Miranda frowned slightly. "Is there blood?" Truth be told, she had grown rather fond of the redhead over the past year or so. Blame her darling wife: Andrea made the Dragon realise the outside world, and other peoples' lives. Though she was never the coldblooded bitch the media called her, Miranda would be the first to admit she was hardly the most considerate person in the world. But since marrying her former second assistant, she found herself noticing and almost taking an interest in other people besides their fashion. That said... she had an image to uphold. Only her wife and children were permitted to see her caring side. "I'd hate to need it cleaned off my floor," she muttered.

Miranda could almost hear Nigel roll his eyes. "You never cease to amaze me, Miranda." The editor watched as he gently picked Emily up in his arms, walked over to the office sofa and laid her down. "Get me some smelling salts."

"Smelling salts?" blinked Miranda. "This isn't a massage parlour, Nigel."

"Fine, I'll get some water from the bathroom."

"You are not throwing water around in my office," the Ice Queen snapped. "That's an expensive couch." Before Nigel could give a retort, Miranda picked up her phone and dialled. After a moment, she spoke into it. "Serena - my office, now. That's all." She immediately hung up. Looking at the Brit, Miranda had to stifle a smirk. The poor thing. Maybe, once she was awake, she should give Emily the rest of the day... oh, as if.

Soon, there was a knock at the door, and after Miranda called her in, Serena appeared. "Miranda, is there... " The Brazilian stopped dead as she noticed her betrothed comatose on the sofa. Miranda actually felt gooey at the look of shock and concern on her face. Serena did not even wait for permission to move, instantly dashing to Emily's side. "What happened?!"

"It seems your significant other has had a dizzy spell," Miranda said, sounding put out. "As you can imagine, it is not very befitting for assistants to be laying unconscious in their employer's office. I thought perhaps you might be able to revive her so she can get back to work." Inside, Miranda was heartwarmed at the obvious love Serena had for the redhead. She watched as she whispered softly to Emily, stroking her forehead and giving her a deep kiss. To Miranda and Nigel's surprise, Emily reacted after just a few seconds. The editor could not help an eye-roll, but not out of annoyance - rather, at how ridiculously sweet it was. True love's kiss? Really.

Slowly, Emily opened her eyes and smiled when she saw her fiancee. "Oh, Serena," she breathed. "I... I had the most scariest nightmare. I dreamt Miranda and Andy were both going to... "

"Ahem." Miranda decided to stop her right then and there.

Emily suddenly fell silent, her eyes widening. Serena frowned. "Meu amor... ?"

"I think Emily was simply quite surprised to hear both Andrea and I are expecting twins," said Miranda strictly... and again, had to actively keep from laughing at Serena's resultant expression. After a few minutes of explaining the situation to the Brazilian and making sure Emily was uninjured, Miranda sent the three of them back to work with a brisk, "That's all," then closed her office door. Finally relaxing, she let out a long sigh. She was exhausted, frankly. But she knew once she got back to work, she would find her groove and the day would be fine. There was just one last thing to do.

The editor sat down and picked up her desk phone again. Dialling home, she waited impatiently - as always - drumming her fingers on her desk. She scowled as it became clear she would not get an answer. Giving up, she instead got out her own phone from her bag and called Andrea's. Thankfully, she only had to wait three dials. "Hey, sweetheart," came her wife's lovely voice.

"Hello, darling," said Miranda. "I just wanted to tell you Nigel, Emily and Serena know the situation. Once we inform your family, that'll be everyone."

"That's great," Andy said. "How did it go?"

"It was fine. I think I've reestablished my reputation after yesterday's... abberation." Miranda chuckled. "Emily fainted."

There was a burst of laughter from the other end. "Seriously? Oh my God... is she alright?"

"Probably a slight bump on the head, but I'm sure she'll get some Brazilian healthcare." Another loud guffaw. "How are you feeling, love?" the fashionita asked once Andy calmed down.

"I'm absolutely fine, Miranda. All I ask is that you don't work late tonight." There was a sigh. "I want us to have dinner as a family."

"We will," Miranda replied. "I promise." She then bit her lip. "Andrea, I... called the house first... "

The pause was telling. "I... I just thought I'd take the girls out today. No big deal."

Miranda held the bridge of her nose. She should have expected this. "Darling, we talked about this lastnight. There's nothing to... to 'make up' for."

Andy's tone suddenly dropped considerably. "I didn't talk to them, Miranda... they got all worried because I wasn't talking... I should have told them."

It was strange how quickly the mood could change: Miranda now felt horrible. She thought back to the previous night, after they had told the girls the situation. Andrea was nearly sobbing with regret, feeling guilty at not speaking to them, not allaying their fears. At one point, her young wife even feared she was a terrible stepmother and would be a terrible birth mother. That nearly broke Miranda's heart. "Listen to me very carefully, my love: Caroline and Cassidy do not blame you. They understood completely. We were both completely floored at yesterday's... revelations. It was alot to take in. We both needed time to come to terms with it."

"I let them down... " came Andy's whimpered reply.

"Don't you ever say that, Andrea," Miranda said firmly. "The girls love you - and trust you implicitly. You could not be more dear to them if you were blood. You are a wonderful mother: never doubt that. Understand?"

A long pause, then Andy's quiet voice. "If you're sure... "

"I'm always sure," said Miranda. "I'll hear no more of this foolishness. We have many things to concern ourselves with in the coming months - but your abilities as a mother is not one of them." Her voice softened, the Dragon tone dropped. "Please, my darling... "

"I'm sorry," Andy whispered. "I love you, Miranda."

"And I love you, Andrea," Miranda said from the bottom of her heart, her eyes closed. "So very, very much." She was continually surprised at the feelings her former second assistant brought out of her. She had never been whimsical enough to believe in "The One" until Andrea - but now Miranda knew it was true. None of her previous lovers even compared. Miranda sighed again. "Now go enjoy your day, and I'll see you all this evening." With loving goodbyes, the call ended.

Miranda closed her eyes once more. The past twenty-or-so hours had been insane. She was still amazed at the situation, and her initial reaction. Nothing fazed the Ice Queen... or so she thought. But now it was back to business. In minutes, the Dragon was needed once more to manage Runway. There would be plenty of time to take stock over the next seven-and-a-half months.

And after that? Miranda found herself smiling with anticipation. The Priestly-Sachs' lives would be very busy indeed...

THE END