Chapter 46: A Call to Exit
Author: TheLadyHoll
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Yes, they are mine. I own them. Come to me my pretties and dance, DANCE I SAY. Or, more truthfully, not...
And let's start off where we left our two ladies... now that I'm not passing out from hormone fluctuations I can post again. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again before the next update!
On a side note, I WILL someday finish this. It won't be for a little while but I DO hope you'll enjoy the ride rather than get antsy.
xxo, TLH
"Dr. Jansen, I wonder if you would be able to squeeze me in if I were to stop by your office in the next hour."
On the other end of the phone, the auburn haired doctor's eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. Miranda Priestly calling herself to ask if she had time to see her? Something was either terribly off or she was in some kind of alternate reality but she quickly agreed to see the older woman that afternoon.
Miranda's next call was to Andrea, who answered on the first ring. "Hey, beautiful."
Despite her fears, Miranda smiled at the younger woman's easy offering of affection and she hated to be the cause of that same lovely, carefree voice as it changed to one of concern. "Is everything okay?"
"No," Miranda admitted quietly, "the pains I was having earlier returned. I-I called Dr. Jansen and she agreed to fit me in…No, the pain isn't like last time when I, when we almost lost them, I promise. It feels different, but I just want to make sure…Yes, alright, I'll meet you there then." Miranda ended the call and slipped her phone back into her YSL carryall, biting her lip anxiously as she ran her hands over her stomach, praying that everything was fine.
Roy kept glancing at the rearview mirror so often Miranda was afraid he was going to crash for not keeping his eyes on the road, but couldn't find it in her heart to say anything, knowing his concern was for her and the babies.
Arriving at the clinic, Roy escorted Miranda up the steps of the elegant brownstone, meeting her eyes and nodding once briefly to let her know he would be waiting outside.
Miranda was soon ushered into the exam room and given one of the hideous garments to change into. Impatiently, she drummed her fingernails on the exam chair as the only outward sign of her anxiety. Where was Andrea? Where was the doctor? And why was this happening. Unconsciously, she squeezed her legs together, terrified beyond words that Dr. Jansen would find them stained with blood.
"Miranda,"
At the sound of the younger woman's voice, the tightness in Miranda's chest eased and her breath hitched on a sob as she opened it to reply. She squeezed her eyes shut though, shaking her head to clear her thoughts before she raised it again to meet Andrea's gaze with her usual calm.
Before she could speak however, Dr. Jansen entered the room, her expression totally businesslike as she instructed Miranda to lift her hips so she could attach a thick grey belt around them that sat underneath her belly to hold a monitoring device in place.
"I want Miranda hooked up to the monitors when the next pain starts so I can see what we're dealing with and if these are contractions or something else entirely. It will also give us a chance to see what this is doing in terms of affecting Miranda's blood pressure and the babies' vitals."
Beginning to feel foolish as she lay on her back with the two woman watching her as though she were a bomb, Miranda ground her teeth harshly, opening her mouth to make a scathing comment when instead a sharp cry was wrung from her lips instead as the awful feeling from before returned.
The corners of Andy's eyes crinkled in distress as she brought Miranda's hand to her lips, wishing there was something she could do as the older woman squeezed her hand tightly.
Dr. Jansen had had her hand placed flat against the site of the incision and her brow was furrowed thoughtfully as she gently pressed on the surrounding area before rolling her chair over to look at the readouts from the monitors once the older woman showed signs of the pain easing and her breathing returned to a normal rate.
"All your tests are coming back normal, or at least in line with what we've been seeing throughout your pregnancy so far, but I don't like the sudden onset of these pains. From where you're saying you're feeling it I think it's likely the source is the site of the incision from the surgery I performed on Miranda. What I can't be certain of is the direct cause of that pain and whether it has to do with the healing scar tissue or if it's indicative of some weakness in the placenta that has to do with the way it healed after the partial abruption."
"I think," Miranda exhaled slowly, looking at the dual images frozen on the screen "that it might be time for a weekend or a week away up at the house in Sag Harbour. We don't need to appear in court for the next part of the deliberations and the girls are out of school…Perhaps my return to work was too hasty."
Dr. Jansen nodded approvingly, "I think that's an excellent idea, Miranda. How far does that put you from a hospital though, in case of an emergency or if your pre-eclampsia symptoms return?"
Still staring slightly openmouthed at Miranda following her grudging admission, Andy answered automatically without looking at the doctor. "It's about a 15 minute drive to town from the beach house, and there's a landing strip there that can be used for a Med-EVAC chopper."
Seeing the snowy head turn towards her with a slight look of shock now colouring her features, the younger woman only smiled and moved her hand slightly to twist the ring on Miranda's left hand, chuckling at the editor's expression. "Once an assistant…"
"Okay, that sounds good then. You have medical clearance for a week's vacation, provided you'll be driving as you're too far along at this stage to fly. I want you to make an appointment when you get back though and call me immediately if the pains get worse or increase in frequency. I want to keep a close eye on this. You've had too many close calls and your age is still a very prevalent factor."
Miranda's lips thinned slightly at this, but she merely inclined her head and let the woman continue as she sat up with Andrea's help and began to redress herself.
"Somewhere between 32 and 34 weeks you'll have to begin your maternity leave from Runway and stop working, at least from the office and for no more than short periods of time from home. You're going to need that time to rest up and prepare for the birth. I want you as relaxed as possible going into this so no emergency measures have to be taken during the delivery. Keeping your blood pressure down is an integral part of that. Given the babies' diagnosis, I'm not overly comfortable prescribing a lot of the medications I would normally be fine administering during labour as we don't know what the effects will be on infants with potential heart and lung conditions, and given Miranda's history with anaesthesia, an emergency C-section is something to avoid at all costs as timing would limit our options even further in that case and we could lose one or the other in the time it takes to figure out which course of action is the least likely to endanger the lives of the others."
Elegant fingers smoothed the emerald silk of the Thakoon blouse and matching jacket she was wearing. "I just, want them, here!" Miranda whispered harshly, almost to herself as she turned her head to the side angrily, focusing her teary glaze on some inanimate object so that their glint didn't give her emotions away. "Is that too much to ask? All I want, is my children here, safely. And there is seemingly nothing in my power or that I can do to ensure their safety except that which lies in my ability to temper my own emotions in all of this. It's maddening!"
Dr. Jansen made to reach out to her patient but drew her hand back quickly, sensing that it would not be welcome by the older woman. "Just think of how close you are to the finish line, Miranda. There was so much that could have prevented you from ever reaching this point. Even I was skeptical that you would make it this far, but you have, and you are so close. It's that last mile stretch that's the hardest."
Andy reached for Miranda's tightly clenched fist, holding it between her palms and hugging it to her chest as she spoke. "So soon, this is all going to be over. All the worries about the pregnancy, not knowing exactly what issues we'll be facing with the babies and their condition, everything with Stephen and the trial and sentencing - then we can focus on our family, and plan our wedding, or at least plan to have Emily plan our wedding, and make sure Irv's claims to the board are refuted and proven false and he's made to look the fool. And there are so many people behind you, Miranda, willing to do whatever they can to help you, help us, through this. And it doesn't make you weak to acknowledge that or accept whatever help is offered."
Despite Andrea's words, Miranda was still frozen as they left the brownstone, walking in silence towards the waiting car and its equally anxiously idling chauffeur.
Knowing that in Miranda's current state she wouldn't take kindly to the offer of being carried anywhere, Andy settled for watching over the older woman with hawk like intensity as she made her way up the stairs into the townhouse. Once they were inside however, Miranda took a long glance at the curving stairs and breathed out deeply, smoothing her hands over the sides of her abdomen and looking deep in concentration for a long moment before seemingly making her decision.
"I believe I shan't chance the stairs just yet. If you would assist however, in my arrangement on the sofa."
Once Andy had settled Miranda on the sofa she plopped down next to her. "I just want them to be okay," Andy's hand smoothed over the bump until she was hugging the editor's waist, lying on her stomach on the couch beside her. "And I need you to be okay and I just want my family here and whole and healthy and God, it might be selfish but I cannot wait until I'm allowed to touch you again."
A furrow appeared between Miranda's brows, "Darling, what do you mean? You're touching me right now."
Andy snorted, ignoring Miranda's slight purse of the lips at the undignified noise. "That's not the kind of touching I was talking about."
"Ah," Miranda's cheeks coloured lightly and she cleared her throat, feeling suddenly parched and flushed as her mind vividly recalled images and the sensations of the younger woman's hands and tongue and their skilled play and worship of her body that had been put off for longer than she would have preferred given the fevered rise and fall of hormones she had had to suppress given everything that had been going on regarding the trial and keeping a watchful eye on Runway amidst Irv's machinations.
Two fingers were suddenly slipped beneath the thin fabric of her underwear and stroked the heated folds slowly, languorously, warming up the editor's body for what she prepared to do to it.
"Ohh, so wet," Andy swiped a single finger inside and Miranda gasped, her knees spreading involuntarily as her body rotated towards the younger woman. "Wound up sooo tight, you need this don't you? I'll admit though, you have one of the best poker faces I've ever seen."
Almost beyond the point where she could speak, Miranda pushed her hips forward, wanting the younger woman to go deeper, but still the brunette held back and Miranda wanted to weep as Andy moved her fingers back until they were outside of her, only to whimper as they cupped the heated mound, feeling the steady pulse there and grinning wickedly.
"Should I go back in?" She asked innocently, brown eyes wide and guileless as she pressed the flat of her palm against the slit, moving it in circles so that her inner walls ground against the bundle of nerves that was nearly tumescent she was so turned on by the brunette.
"In-inside," she managed to gasp out, rolling her hips as she tried to ride Andrea's hand. She needed to relieve the pressure she could feel building at the base of her belly and in her spine. "Oh God, please."
With the smallest movement, Andrea was three fingers deep in her and Miranda bent her legs slightly to accommodate her, panting desperately as her body fought her mind not to come immediately. Careful to keep her movements shallow in accordance with the doctor's orders regarding sex and penetration, Andy moved her touch upwards, using the flat of her thumb against the swollen nub to coax a scream out of the woman she was currently knuckle-deep in.
Miranda's hips bucked as Andrea finally made direct contact with the bundle of nerves, teasing her into a frenzy with the light random touches mixed with more forceful, decisive massages that forced the air out of her lungs in an almost painful fashion. Her fingers scrabbled at the fabric of the couch, desperately, looking to find something to hold onto.
Holding her hand at the small of the pregnant woman's back, supporting the deep curve caused by her arching spine as Miranda's body locked up, her orgasm pounding through her.
Andrea went to remove her fingers, but even the slight motion sent aftershocks through Miranda's body and she gasped and stiffened once more, her fingers tightening around Andrea's shoulder, gripping it with considerable force as she tried to part herself from the source of the stimulation that sent violent thrumming through her core.
"Too much. Oh god," Miranda's breath hitched and her belly tightened under Andrea's palm as she withdrew her hand, the touch of the young woman turning from stimulating to soothing as she gently ran a hand up and down Miranda's side.
Miranda moaned, her sex pulsing around where Andrea's fingers had been and finding nothing there but swollen flesh, overheated and overstimulated, throbbing with the same heartbeat that resounded in her ears.
Andrea watched carefully as the editor came back to herself, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, the tight belly underneath her palm moving up and down with her breathing. Slowly, Andy moved her second hand from Miranda's back to join its counterpart as it rubbed soothing circles over the rounded abdomen.
Eventually, Miranda's breathing returned to normal and she turned her head to reach for Andy's lips, wanting to reassure the younger woman that she was alright.
"You're okay. That was okay, wasn't it? I followed what Dr. Jansen had said was alright…" the younger woman started to babble nervously and Miranda held a finger to her lips to silence her.
"Actually, I feel a great deal better," Miranda pulled the younger woman closer so that her head rested over her heart and she could feel the steady, even beat beneath her ear. "I think that and the week away are exactly what the doctor ordered. And I th-think I'll try to rest before the girls arrive home," Miranda stifled a yawn and rested her head back against the couch as Andy tucked a blanket over her and her eyes blinked sleepily closed, her stockinged legs pulled up beneath her as well as she could as she lay on her side although she had unzipped her skirt to accommodate the position she knew was best for the babies.
As she slowly lost her fight to consciousness, she again marveled at the younger woman and how she always seemed to know exactly what it was Miranda needed. She would have thought the younger woman would have treated her like porcelain after the scare today, but somehow, Andy had known just how tightly Miranda had been wound and exactly how to treat it. The result being Miranda finally being able to 'rest' instead of merely 'sleeping' and waking as agitated as ever, which did nothing to lower her worrisome blood pressure - although she would never mention her own concern over it aloud of course.
Andy watched the woman she loved slowly drift into unconsciousness and pressed her lips first to the still slightly dampened temple and then to the full belly that rose and fell with her breath.
Retreating to Miranda's study so she would be close by when the girls arrived home, she warded them off as they clomped through the door, laughing and chattering as per usual and she sent a prayer upwards that there appeared to be no lasting effects from the trauma of the trial. At least not that had manifested as of yet.
"Your mom is asleep in the living room, so put a limit on the elephant impressions, 'kay?"
"Got it, Andy,"
"Okay, there's something we need to talk to you about at dinner, but for now why don't you guys get set up with your homework until then. Maria left snacks in the kitchen but it will have to be either your room or the study for studying since we already have three Priestly's taking up the other room," Andy quipped and the girls laughed, each elbowing the other to keep quiet.
"Miranda," Andy ran her hand up and down the editor's side as she crouched down beside the couch. She hated to wake the pregnant woman, knowing how much she needed her sleep, but she also knew that she needed to eat and letting her continue to sleep now would mean having her go to sleep later with a too-full belly and be uncomfortable all night which would result in neither of them getting any rest as Andy would inevitably stay awake to help with the inescapable bout of indigestion that both had the experience of knowing would occur.
Fighting to remain asleep, Miranda made a soft mewing noise in the back of her throat and turned her face further into the pillow.
Andy's heart squeezed. "I know sweetheart, but dinner's ready and you know how important it is that you don't miss any meals. Besides, we still have to talk to the girls."
"You're right, help me up. Oh…" Miranda wavered slightly as she stood, even without her heels.
"Miranda?"
"I'm alright, darling. I simply stood up too fast." She kissed the younger woman's cheek and Andy, staring at the disrumpled finery of the editor and the soft expression in her eyes was hit once more with how much she loved this woman and the fact that within the next year they would be married and she could finally call her her wife and the mother of their four, four please God healthy children.
Halfway through dinner, Miranda set her fork down carefully and addressed the girls.
"Darlings, what would you think of spending your break up at the house at Sag Harbour?"
"With who? Cara?"
"Why do you want to send us away? We won't be loud or noisy, we swear!"
"No sweetheart, no, all of us together, as a family." Miranda looked over briefly at Andy who beamed brightly back at the two girls."
"It would be all of us going on vacation together."
"Really?"
"Sweet!"
"That's awesome! Mom, do you really mean it? You're really going to take a whole week off of work?" Caroline, ever pragmatic, asked with some doubt still colouring her voice.
"Yes Bobbsey, mommy's going to take the doctor's advice and try to rest more before the babies come now that its getting closer to when they're going to be born."
"When? When are we going?"
"Mummy and Andy will come home early from work on Friday and we'll leave as soon as you come home from school as we'll pack your suitcases in advance."
"Let's start packing now, c'mon Cass!" and with that, both girls ran from the room, their thundering footsteps down the hall making Miranda wince and Andy laugh.
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Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Yes, they are mine. I own them. Come to me my pretties and dance, DANCE I SAY. Or, more truthfully, not...
And let's start off where we left our two ladies... now that I'm not passing out from hormone fluctuations I can post again. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again before the next update!
On a side note, I WILL someday finish this. It won't be for a little while but I DO hope you'll enjoy the ride rather than get antsy.
xxo, TLH
"Dr. Jansen, I wonder if you would be able to squeeze me in if I were to stop by your office in the next hour."
On the other end of the phone, the auburn haired doctor's eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. Miranda Priestly calling herself to ask if she had time to see her? Something was either terribly off or she was in some kind of alternate reality but she quickly agreed to see the older woman that afternoon.
Miranda's next call was to Andrea, who answered on the first ring. "Hey, beautiful."
Despite her fears, Miranda smiled at the younger woman's easy offering of affection and she hated to be the cause of that same lovely, carefree voice as it changed to one of concern. "Is everything okay?"
"No," Miranda admitted quietly, "the pains I was having earlier returned. I-I called Dr. Jansen and she agreed to fit me in…No, the pain isn't like last time when I, when we almost lost them, I promise. It feels different, but I just want to make sure…Yes, alright, I'll meet you there then." Miranda ended the call and slipped her phone back into her YSL carryall, biting her lip anxiously as she ran her hands over her stomach, praying that everything was fine.
Roy kept glancing at the rearview mirror so often Miranda was afraid he was going to crash for not keeping his eyes on the road, but couldn't find it in her heart to say anything, knowing his concern was for her and the babies.
Arriving at the clinic, Roy escorted Miranda up the steps of the elegant brownstone, meeting her eyes and nodding once briefly to let her know he would be waiting outside.
Miranda was soon ushered into the exam room and given one of the hideous garments to change into. Impatiently, she drummed her fingernails on the exam chair as the only outward sign of her anxiety. Where was Andrea? Where was the doctor? And why was this happening. Unconsciously, she squeezed her legs together, terrified beyond words that Dr. Jansen would find them stained with blood.
"Miranda,"
At the sound of the younger woman's voice, the tightness in Miranda's chest eased and her breath hitched on a sob as she opened it to reply. She squeezed her eyes shut though, shaking her head to clear her thoughts before she raised it again to meet Andrea's gaze with her usual calm.
Before she could speak however, Dr. Jansen entered the room, her expression totally businesslike as she instructed Miranda to lift her hips so she could attach a thick grey belt around them that sat underneath her belly to hold a monitoring device in place.
"I want Miranda hooked up to the monitors when the next pain starts so I can see what we're dealing with and if these are contractions or something else entirely. It will also give us a chance to see what this is doing in terms of affecting Miranda's blood pressure and the babies' vitals."
Beginning to feel foolish as she lay on her back with the two woman watching her as though she were a bomb, Miranda ground her teeth harshly, opening her mouth to make a scathing comment when instead a sharp cry was wrung from her lips instead as the awful feeling from before returned.
The corners of Andy's eyes crinkled in distress as she brought Miranda's hand to her lips, wishing there was something she could do as the older woman squeezed her hand tightly.
Dr. Jansen had had her hand placed flat against the site of the incision and her brow was furrowed thoughtfully as she gently pressed on the surrounding area before rolling her chair over to look at the readouts from the monitors once the older woman showed signs of the pain easing and her breathing returned to a normal rate.
"All your tests are coming back normal, or at least in line with what we've been seeing throughout your pregnancy so far, but I don't like the sudden onset of these pains. From where you're saying you're feeling it I think it's likely the source is the site of the incision from the surgery I performed on Miranda. What I can't be certain of is the direct cause of that pain and whether it has to do with the healing scar tissue or if it's indicative of some weakness in the placenta that has to do with the way it healed after the partial abruption."
"I think," Miranda exhaled slowly, looking at the dual images frozen on the screen "that it might be time for a weekend or a week away up at the house in Sag Harbour. We don't need to appear in court for the next part of the deliberations and the girls are out of school…Perhaps my return to work was too hasty."
Dr. Jansen nodded approvingly, "I think that's an excellent idea, Miranda. How far does that put you from a hospital though, in case of an emergency or if your pre-eclampsia symptoms return?"
Still staring slightly openmouthed at Miranda following her grudging admission, Andy answered automatically without looking at the doctor. "It's about a 15 minute drive to town from the beach house, and there's a landing strip there that can be used for a Med-EVAC chopper."
Seeing the snowy head turn towards her with a slight look of shock now colouring her features, the younger woman only smiled and moved her hand slightly to twist the ring on Miranda's left hand, chuckling at the editor's expression. "Once an assistant…"
"Okay, that sounds good then. You have medical clearance for a week's vacation, provided you'll be driving as you're too far along at this stage to fly. I want you to make an appointment when you get back though and call me immediately if the pains get worse or increase in frequency. I want to keep a close eye on this. You've had too many close calls and your age is still a very prevalent factor."
Miranda's lips thinned slightly at this, but she merely inclined her head and let the woman continue as she sat up with Andrea's help and began to redress herself.
"Somewhere between 32 and 34 weeks you'll have to begin your maternity leave from Runway and stop working, at least from the office and for no more than short periods of time from home. You're going to need that time to rest up and prepare for the birth. I want you as relaxed as possible going into this so no emergency measures have to be taken during the delivery. Keeping your blood pressure down is an integral part of that. Given the babies' diagnosis, I'm not overly comfortable prescribing a lot of the medications I would normally be fine administering during labour as we don't know what the effects will be on infants with potential heart and lung conditions, and given Miranda's history with anaesthesia, an emergency C-section is something to avoid at all costs as timing would limit our options even further in that case and we could lose one or the other in the time it takes to figure out which course of action is the least likely to endanger the lives of the others."
Elegant fingers smoothed the emerald silk of the Thakoon blouse and matching jacket she was wearing. "I just, want them, here!" Miranda whispered harshly, almost to herself as she turned her head to the side angrily, focusing her teary glaze on some inanimate object so that their glint didn't give her emotions away. "Is that too much to ask? All I want, is my children here, safely. And there is seemingly nothing in my power or that I can do to ensure their safety except that which lies in my ability to temper my own emotions in all of this. It's maddening!"
Dr. Jansen made to reach out to her patient but drew her hand back quickly, sensing that it would not be welcome by the older woman. "Just think of how close you are to the finish line, Miranda. There was so much that could have prevented you from ever reaching this point. Even I was skeptical that you would make it this far, but you have, and you are so close. It's that last mile stretch that's the hardest."
Andy reached for Miranda's tightly clenched fist, holding it between her palms and hugging it to her chest as she spoke. "So soon, this is all going to be over. All the worries about the pregnancy, not knowing exactly what issues we'll be facing with the babies and their condition, everything with Stephen and the trial and sentencing - then we can focus on our family, and plan our wedding, or at least plan to have Emily plan our wedding, and make sure Irv's claims to the board are refuted and proven false and he's made to look the fool. And there are so many people behind you, Miranda, willing to do whatever they can to help you, help us, through this. And it doesn't make you weak to acknowledge that or accept whatever help is offered."
Despite Andrea's words, Miranda was still frozen as they left the brownstone, walking in silence towards the waiting car and its equally anxiously idling chauffeur.
Knowing that in Miranda's current state she wouldn't take kindly to the offer of being carried anywhere, Andy settled for watching over the older woman with hawk like intensity as she made her way up the stairs into the townhouse. Once they were inside however, Miranda took a long glance at the curving stairs and breathed out deeply, smoothing her hands over the sides of her abdomen and looking deep in concentration for a long moment before seemingly making her decision.
"I believe I shan't chance the stairs just yet. If you would assist however, in my arrangement on the sofa."
Once Andy had settled Miranda on the sofa she plopped down next to her. "I just want them to be okay," Andy's hand smoothed over the bump until she was hugging the editor's waist, lying on her stomach on the couch beside her. "And I need you to be okay and I just want my family here and whole and healthy and God, it might be selfish but I cannot wait until I'm allowed to touch you again."
A furrow appeared between Miranda's brows, "Darling, what do you mean? You're touching me right now."
Andy snorted, ignoring Miranda's slight purse of the lips at the undignified noise. "That's not the kind of touching I was talking about."
"Ah," Miranda's cheeks coloured lightly and she cleared her throat, feeling suddenly parched and flushed as her mind vividly recalled images and the sensations of the younger woman's hands and tongue and their skilled play and worship of her body that had been put off for longer than she would have preferred given the fevered rise and fall of hormones she had had to suppress given everything that had been going on regarding the trial and keeping a watchful eye on Runway amidst Irv's machinations.
Two fingers were suddenly slipped beneath the thin fabric of her underwear and stroked the heated folds slowly, languorously, warming up the editor's body for what she prepared to do to it.
"Ohh, so wet," Andy swiped a single finger inside and Miranda gasped, her knees spreading involuntarily as her body rotated towards the younger woman. "Wound up sooo tight, you need this don't you? I'll admit though, you have one of the best poker faces I've ever seen."
Almost beyond the point where she could speak, Miranda pushed her hips forward, wanting the younger woman to go deeper, but still the brunette held back and Miranda wanted to weep as Andy moved her fingers back until they were outside of her, only to whimper as they cupped the heated mound, feeling the steady pulse there and grinning wickedly.
"Should I go back in?" She asked innocently, brown eyes wide and guileless as she pressed the flat of her palm against the slit, moving it in circles so that her inner walls ground against the bundle of nerves that was nearly tumescent she was so turned on by the brunette.
"In-inside," she managed to gasp out, rolling her hips as she tried to ride Andrea's hand. She needed to relieve the pressure she could feel building at the base of her belly and in her spine. "Oh God, please."
With the smallest movement, Andrea was three fingers deep in her and Miranda bent her legs slightly to accommodate her, panting desperately as her body fought her mind not to come immediately. Careful to keep her movements shallow in accordance with the doctor's orders regarding sex and penetration, Andy moved her touch upwards, using the flat of her thumb against the swollen nub to coax a scream out of the woman she was currently knuckle-deep in.
Miranda's hips bucked as Andrea finally made direct contact with the bundle of nerves, teasing her into a frenzy with the light random touches mixed with more forceful, decisive massages that forced the air out of her lungs in an almost painful fashion. Her fingers scrabbled at the fabric of the couch, desperately, looking to find something to hold onto.
Holding her hand at the small of the pregnant woman's back, supporting the deep curve caused by her arching spine as Miranda's body locked up, her orgasm pounding through her.
Andrea went to remove her fingers, but even the slight motion sent aftershocks through Miranda's body and she gasped and stiffened once more, her fingers tightening around Andrea's shoulder, gripping it with considerable force as she tried to part herself from the source of the stimulation that sent violent thrumming through her core.
"Too much. Oh god," Miranda's breath hitched and her belly tightened under Andrea's palm as she withdrew her hand, the touch of the young woman turning from stimulating to soothing as she gently ran a hand up and down Miranda's side.
Miranda moaned, her sex pulsing around where Andrea's fingers had been and finding nothing there but swollen flesh, overheated and overstimulated, throbbing with the same heartbeat that resounded in her ears.
Andrea watched carefully as the editor came back to herself, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, the tight belly underneath her palm moving up and down with her breathing. Slowly, Andy moved her second hand from Miranda's back to join its counterpart as it rubbed soothing circles over the rounded abdomen.
Eventually, Miranda's breathing returned to normal and she turned her head to reach for Andy's lips, wanting to reassure the younger woman that she was alright.
"You're okay. That was okay, wasn't it? I followed what Dr. Jansen had said was alright…" the younger woman started to babble nervously and Miranda held a finger to her lips to silence her.
"Actually, I feel a great deal better," Miranda pulled the younger woman closer so that her head rested over her heart and she could feel the steady, even beat beneath her ear. "I think that and the week away are exactly what the doctor ordered. And I th-think I'll try to rest before the girls arrive home," Miranda stifled a yawn and rested her head back against the couch as Andy tucked a blanket over her and her eyes blinked sleepily closed, her stockinged legs pulled up beneath her as well as she could as she lay on her side although she had unzipped her skirt to accommodate the position she knew was best for the babies.
As she slowly lost her fight to consciousness, she again marveled at the younger woman and how she always seemed to know exactly what it was Miranda needed. She would have thought the younger woman would have treated her like porcelain after the scare today, but somehow, Andy had known just how tightly Miranda had been wound and exactly how to treat it. The result being Miranda finally being able to 'rest' instead of merely 'sleeping' and waking as agitated as ever, which did nothing to lower her worrisome blood pressure - although she would never mention her own concern over it aloud of course.
Andy watched the woman she loved slowly drift into unconsciousness and pressed her lips first to the still slightly dampened temple and then to the full belly that rose and fell with her breath.
Retreating to Miranda's study so she would be close by when the girls arrived home, she warded them off as they clomped through the door, laughing and chattering as per usual and she sent a prayer upwards that there appeared to be no lasting effects from the trauma of the trial. At least not that had manifested as of yet.
"Your mom is asleep in the living room, so put a limit on the elephant impressions, 'kay?"
"Got it, Andy,"
"Okay, there's something we need to talk to you about at dinner, but for now why don't you guys get set up with your homework until then. Maria left snacks in the kitchen but it will have to be either your room or the study for studying since we already have three Priestly's taking up the other room," Andy quipped and the girls laughed, each elbowing the other to keep quiet.
"Miranda," Andy ran her hand up and down the editor's side as she crouched down beside the couch. She hated to wake the pregnant woman, knowing how much she needed her sleep, but she also knew that she needed to eat and letting her continue to sleep now would mean having her go to sleep later with a too-full belly and be uncomfortable all night which would result in neither of them getting any rest as Andy would inevitably stay awake to help with the inescapable bout of indigestion that both had the experience of knowing would occur.
Fighting to remain asleep, Miranda made a soft mewing noise in the back of her throat and turned her face further into the pillow.
Andy's heart squeezed. "I know sweetheart, but dinner's ready and you know how important it is that you don't miss any meals. Besides, we still have to talk to the girls."
"You're right, help me up. Oh…" Miranda wavered slightly as she stood, even without her heels.
"Miranda?"
"I'm alright, darling. I simply stood up too fast." She kissed the younger woman's cheek and Andy, staring at the disrumpled finery of the editor and the soft expression in her eyes was hit once more with how much she loved this woman and the fact that within the next year they would be married and she could finally call her her wife and the mother of their four, four please God healthy children.
Halfway through dinner, Miranda set her fork down carefully and addressed the girls.
"Darlings, what would you think of spending your break up at the house at Sag Harbour?"
"With who? Cara?"
"Why do you want to send us away? We won't be loud or noisy, we swear!"
"No sweetheart, no, all of us together, as a family." Miranda looked over briefly at Andy who beamed brightly back at the two girls."
"It would be all of us going on vacation together."
"Really?"
"Sweet!"
"That's awesome! Mom, do you really mean it? You're really going to take a whole week off of work?" Caroline, ever pragmatic, asked with some doubt still colouring her voice.
"Yes Bobbsey, mommy's going to take the doctor's advice and try to rest more before the babies come now that its getting closer to when they're going to be born."
"When? When are we going?"
"Mummy and Andy will come home early from work on Friday and we'll leave as soon as you come home from school as we'll pack your suitcases in advance."
"Let's start packing now, c'mon Cass!" and with that, both girls ran from the room, their thundering footsteps down the hall making Miranda wince and Andy laugh.
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