Returning Home 1
It's 9:43 and Andy is nearly fours late. Shit this is going to be a long night. Before pushing the doorbell she turns around to address the large group of photographers still anxiously snapping pictures, "I am sure you have plenty of material. Now would you please leave. I would hate to have to call the police."
'Ding Dong Ding Dong' The door opened revealing a clearly frustrated Miranda. She quickly grabbed Andy by the wrist pulling here inside and slamming the door on the paparazzi. "When will you stop being stubborn and hire some form of security?" Miranda stood in the foyer giving Andy a glare that would have made her skin crawl eight years ago. "I will not have my children put in harms way, because you refuse to acknowledge your place in society."
"Your children?" Andy was far to exhausted to have this discussion. "As I have said before, I prefer to live as close to a normal life as possible."
After spending 12 hours stuck on a plane with a crying baby, the last thing she wanted to do was have an argument with her ex. "Now if you don't mind I would like to see our children."
Miranda passed Andy and placed her hand on the knob, "Perhaps your association with the Hollywood crowd has lowered your IQ."
"Look Miranda! I realize I am late, but-"
Miranda raised her right hand signaling Andy to stop, "Save your excuses, Andrea." Blue orbs pierced into brown, holding unshed tears. "They are asleep. You will have to see them another time."
"Miranda, please." The tears were now freely flowing down Andy's cheeks. She hated crying in front of Miranda, something she had done all too often over the years. The truth is as much as she missed the children, she missed Miranda even more. The past 17 months had been hard on her. Nine months ago Miranda had starting seeing Michael Henry, an investment guru. Thus making it even more difficult to be in her presence, which is hard to avoid seeing as though they share custody. "I have to head to Virginia tomorrow afternoon to begin filming." Andy's eyes were pleading for Miranda to cut her a bit of slack for once. "Can I take one of the guest rooms? I would like to be able to have breakfast with them in the morning." Andy ran her hand through her dark brown locks in utter humiliations. She hated having to beg in order to spend a small amount of time with her own children. She was even more embarrassed, because her "lack of time" is in large part her own fault. After the seperation Andy threw herself into her work in order to concentrate on something other than Miranda and the family she was no longer apart of.
Miranda's eyes widened in shock, " That is unacceptable."
"Why not? Look, I know things are awkward between us. I just want to see them before I have to fly out and it's already-"
"Michael is here"
Andrea's head immediately snapped up, "Does he live here?"
"That's none of your concern."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Miranda!"
Miranda is now standing directly in front of Andy. "Watch your tone, Andrea."
She took a step back and shook her head. "You know what I don't even care."
"Your acting is terrible. I don't know what everyone finds so appealing."
Andy bit her lip in a lame attempt to control her temper. "They obviously see something you simply are incapable of." Andy directed her eyes to a picture sitting near by of the kids. "So are you throwing me out or what? I can always come back early in the morning."
"Take the guest room on the second floor. Breakfast is at 9:00"
Without another word Andy picked up her suitcase and turned on her heels heading up the stairs. After entering the room, she quickly removed her clothes and got in the bed. She spent the next few hours staring at the ceiling willing herself to think of anything other than the fact that she was sleeping under the same roof with the love of her life and the new man in her life.
TBC
Chapter 2: chamilt6.livejournal.com/1618.html
'Ding Dong Ding Dong' The door opened revealing a clearly frustrated Miranda. She quickly grabbed Andy by the wrist pulling here inside and slamming the door on the paparazzi. "When will you stop being stubborn and hire some form of security?" Miranda stood in the foyer giving Andy a glare that would have made her skin crawl eight years ago. "I will not have my children put in harms way, because you refuse to acknowledge your place in society."
"Your children?" Andy was far to exhausted to have this discussion. "As I have said before, I prefer to live as close to a normal life as possible."
After spending 12 hours stuck on a plane with a crying baby, the last thing she wanted to do was have an argument with her ex. "Now if you don't mind I would like to see our children."
Miranda passed Andy and placed her hand on the knob, "Perhaps your association with the Hollywood crowd has lowered your IQ."
"Look Miranda! I realize I am late, but-"
Miranda raised her right hand signaling Andy to stop, "Save your excuses, Andrea." Blue orbs pierced into brown, holding unshed tears. "They are asleep. You will have to see them another time."
"Miranda, please." The tears were now freely flowing down Andy's cheeks. She hated crying in front of Miranda, something she had done all too often over the years. The truth is as much as she missed the children, she missed Miranda even more. The past 17 months had been hard on her. Nine months ago Miranda had starting seeing Michael Henry, an investment guru. Thus making it even more difficult to be in her presence, which is hard to avoid seeing as though they share custody. "I have to head to Virginia tomorrow afternoon to begin filming." Andy's eyes were pleading for Miranda to cut her a bit of slack for once. "Can I take one of the guest rooms? I would like to be able to have breakfast with them in the morning." Andy ran her hand through her dark brown locks in utter humiliations. She hated having to beg in order to spend a small amount of time with her own children. She was even more embarrassed, because her "lack of time" is in large part her own fault. After the seperation Andy threw herself into her work in order to concentrate on something other than Miranda and the family she was no longer apart of.
Miranda's eyes widened in shock, " That is unacceptable."
"Why not? Look, I know things are awkward between us. I just want to see them before I have to fly out and it's already-"
"Michael is here"
Andrea's head immediately snapped up, "Does he live here?"
"That's none of your concern."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Miranda!"
Miranda is now standing directly in front of Andy. "Watch your tone, Andrea."
She took a step back and shook her head. "You know what I don't even care."
"Your acting is terrible. I don't know what everyone finds so appealing."
Andy bit her lip in a lame attempt to control her temper. "They obviously see something you simply are incapable of." Andy directed her eyes to a picture sitting near by of the kids. "So are you throwing me out or what? I can always come back early in the morning."
"Take the guest room on the second floor. Breakfast is at 9:00"
Without another word Andy picked up her suitcase and turned on her heels heading up the stairs. After entering the room, she quickly removed her clothes and got in the bed. She spent the next few hours staring at the ceiling willing herself to think of anything other than the fact that she was sleeping under the same roof with the love of her life and the new man in her life.
TBC
Chapter 2: chamilt6.livejournal.com/1618.html