Quarantine
Title: Quarantine
Author: outuendo_11
Rating: m
Pairing: Mirandy
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, cept Isabella. She's mine.
A/N: This is for a jealous
pandora_007
It is loosely based off of my story Aspen Hell Lands, kind of like a little looksee into their just mundane daily lives, kind of...haha...so...yeah, like a sequel, kind of....sort of....so yeah. Just some fun fluff. I know, you people think I've forgotten how to write fluff. Ha. So yeah...just for fun. :)
Quarantine
“Is this Andrea Sachs?” A bored, secretarial voice inquired on the other end of the phone.
Andy had realized, upon answering, that this phone call was coming from her daughter’s preschool. “This is she. Is everything all right? Is Isabella hurt?” The concern quickly laced the young woman’s voice, her heart skipping a beat.
“She’s not hurt,” the woman announced.
“Oh, thank goodness!” Andy released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in.
“But she has come down with what looks to be chickenpox.”
“Oh no,” shit. Andy couldn’t deal with this. Now was not the best time for Isabella to contract such a disease. Not when Andy was in such a state.
“She will need to be picked up immediately.”
~*~
The phone rang for what seemed like hours before a cool, icy voice filled the line. “What?”
“Honey, we have a little problem.”
~*~
A black town car pulled up to the curb in front of the quaint, private preschool and one Prada heel was placed firmly on the chalk laden sidewalk. With a purposeful stride, a striking older woman strode towards the doors of the little preschool, peeling off her Versace sunglasses as she stepped inside the warm confines of the old school.
“Where is she?”
“Oh, Ms. Priestly!” A woman nearly dropped the stack of papers she was holding and sprang up from her seat, as if she might salute the silver-haired woman who had just walked in off the street. “We weren’t expecting you.” The clumsy secretary nearly shrieked, her words seeming to tumble out before she could process what she was saying.
Miranda stared at her expectantly, willing her to speak, to explain, but she did not. She stood there looking completely mesmerized by the fact that the Miranda Priestly was gracing the school with her presence.
“Well,” Miranda snapped.
“Oh, right. Right this way.” The woman quickly hopped to, nearly tripping over herself in what looked to be excitement as she began walking quickly down the hall of the school and towards the health room. When Miranda rounded the corner, she quickly found a stylishly clad young girl with long brunette hair, sitting on the edge of a cot, colorful Lelli Kelly shoes swinging mindlessly back and forth. The little girl immediately spotted the silver-haired woman standing in the entrance of the room and a huge smile spread like wild fire across her beautiful, youthful face.
“Mommy!” She cried, nearly tripping over herself, as the young secretary had done only moments before, in her haste to reach Miranda.
Her small little arms wrapped tightly around Miranda’s thigh and Miranda tenderly wrapped her arms around the girl, noticing, for the first time, the irritated looking red bumps peppering her fair skin. “Hello, my darling.” Miranda swept down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Mommy, I itch real bad.” Isabella informed her mother, demonstrating her statement by scratching roughly at her already scratched up looking arm.
Miranda grabbed her hand, “no. No, Isabella. Don’t scratch. It will make it worse.”
Isabella looked up at Miranda with those deep, chocolate eyes and she felt bad for having to chastise the girl. She was almost as bad as her mother.
“Come now, let’s get you home.” Miranda collected the girl up into her arms and then looked up at the nurse. “How is it that she caught this?”
“We’re not entirely certain. An outbreak seems to be going around the school. It could have come from a number of sources.” The nurse, who looked frightened by Miranda’s presence, attempted to explain. She looked completely unnerved when she managed to finally ask, “had she not had the vaccination?”
Miranda’s stomach immediately churned. On the outside she looked pensive and annoyed that she had had to come and take her daughter out of school, but on the inside she was chastising herself for having told Andrea to hold off on the vaccinations. “No,” she simply stated.
“Well no need to worry about it now,” the nurse gave her a semi-smile that quickly receded and died. Miranda had not found this statement funny. “Well get her home, I’m sure she will be just fine in a couple of days.”
Miranda nodded and turned on her heels, carrying the poor, itching child out to her waiting car.
~*~
“I don’t want to get in there. It looks gross.” The three-year old was on her way to a temper tantrum and Miranda was in no mood to deal with her. She wished Andrea was there to deal with the girl.
“Isabella, it will stop the itching.” Miranda grabbed the little girl’s hand.
“I want mom!” The girl stamped her foot. Miranda knew this routine all too well. She was normally a very pleasant child, but when she was frightened she could sure put on a show.
“Your mother is at work, and I’ve already told you that she cannot come here until you are all better, darling.” Miranda tried to level with the girl, her voice not rising from its normal soft level.
“But I want mom!!” Isabella cried once more, attempting to free herself from her mother’s grasp and race away, out of the large master bathroom, away from the weird smelling stuff that her mother had just poured into her once clear, warm bathwater.
“Come on, Isabella. It’s not going to hurt you. It’s going to make you feel better.” Miranda pulled the girl towards her, stroking her long, brunette hair.
The girl finally relaxed against her mother’s embrace, rubbing her itching arm ever so slightly against her mother’s arm.
“Will you get in the water for mommy?” Miranda whispered into the girl’s ear.
Isabella whimpered against Miranda’s neck.
“Come on, darling. I’ll let you watch movies in my room if you take a bath for me.” Miranda had gone there. She had stooped to the point of bargaining with her daughter.
Isabella looked at her mother. She stared into her mother’s crystal, clear blue eyes and Miranda watched as something registered in that smart little head of hers. She obediently nodded and without the help of her mom, she climbed up the marble stairs and slid into the murky looking water.
“Mommy?” Isabella’s voice was smooth, commanding. Miranda could see herself ever so slightly being mirrored in this little girl a little bit more every day.
“Yes, Isabella.” Miranda replied, mindlessly splashing the Epson-salt and oatmeal filled water against the little girl’s spotty back.
“This water smells bad.”
Miranda let a small smirk grace her features as she watched her little baby play with a pink pony that sailed the white waters on a purple ship.
~*~
“I’ve had Emily book you a room at the Ritz-Carlton,” Miranda stated, peeking quickly in on Isabella, whose attention was solely focused on Beauty and the Beast. She was lying sprawled out on the comforter of the master bedroom bed. She looked completely worry free, except every now and then she’d mindlessly scratch at her arm.
“I wish I could be there, is she doing all right?” Andrea’s worried voice came loudly over the phone line.
“She’s doing just fine, Andrea.” Miranda turned away from the girl and headed back towards her study where the remainder of her work for the day sat, sprawled out atop her old, oak desk. “I’ve given her a bath and now she’s just watching a movie.”
“I know she’s fine, I just wish…” Andrea sighed in frustration.
“Darling,” Miranda sat down at her desk and lowered her voice, “it’s going to be all right. We are perfectly fine going on without you. I know that you would love to be here right now, but I will not allow it.”
Andrea took a deep breath, audible over the phone. “I know, I know honey. I understand, I’m just…I wish I could be there.”
Miranda shuffled through some of the mock-ups and layouts Emily had brought her earlier. “How are you feeling, are you all right?” Miranda quickly inquired, trying to take her wife’s mind off of their ailing daughter.
“I’m fine, I’m perfectly all right.”
“Well if you feel a fever coming on I would suggest you call Doctor Snyder.” Miranda stated, her voice hinting at concern.
“Miranda, I’ll be fine.”
“I’m just saying in case you feel under the weather, I don’t want you to hesitate to call, that’s all I’m…”
“I know, I know. I will. All right?” Andrea cut in. She hated when Miranda got concerned like this. Sometimes she could be so overly-protective.
“Andrea, I’m just concerned.”
“Miranda, I’m going to be fine.”
There was a long moment of silence where both seemed to collect themselves.
Andrea hated fighting with Miranda, and she knew Miranda equally hated fighting back. But fighting seemed to be Miranda’s way of masking the hurt and disappointment she carried and once Andrea got her anger under control, she softly asked, “what’s bothering you, Miranda?”
“I’m just…” Miranda played with the corner of a sketch for a new layout. “I can’t see you.” Her voice was soft, hardly audible.
The words tore at Andrea’s heart and she immediately wanted to be home so she could throw her arms around her lover and give her a reassuring, loving kiss.
“I know,” Andrea replied, “and I can’t see you. And we haven’t…” she coughed, “since last week and I’m about to go mad.”
At the very mention of that, Miranda’s stomach flipped. “Andrea, we can’t…not right now. We need to get through this week and get Isabella well…” Miranda was trying to avoid slipping in to thoughts of her wife’s naked body. Luckily, or unluckily, at that exact moment a cute little brunette slipped her way into her mother’s study. “Oh, Isabella is here.” Miranda’s voice held an undertone of a warning for Andrea to let it go, and an overtone of happiness that her daughter had interrupted her thoughts.
“Put her on,” Andrea quickly exclaimed.
“Here, come talk to your mom.” Miranda reached out her arms for her daughter, who crawled into her lap and placed the phone against her ear.
“Mom?” Isabella asked into the phone.
“Yes, sweetheart, how’s my little girl? How are you feeling?” Andy inquired, glad to hear her baby’s voice.
“Itchy.”
Miranda stifled her laughter.
~*~
“Neither of you have ever had chickenpox, so it is up to you. You can stay here with us, or go to the Ritz with Andrea.” Miranda explained to her daughter’s who had her on speakerphone.
“Well I don’t want to stay in that sick house, even if I have had the vaccination,” Caroline scrunched up her nose.
“And I don’t really want Andy staying by herself, either.” Cassidy added in.
“So you both would like to stay at the Ritz?” Miranda was surprised by her twin’s responses.
There was a momentary pause where neither twin said anything and it seemed as if they were quietly considering their options.
Finally, after some hushed deliberation, Cassidy spoke up. “We want to stay with Andy.”
~*~
Andy couldn’t sleep. She hated being away from Miranda, something that had been happening all too often lately. Between the two of them there was always some publication deadline, or some huge event going that needed tending to and by the time they had a spare moment, one or both would be exhausted. They had barely had time for one another the week before, but Miranda had finally put her foot down and had claimed Thursday evening as their date night and they’d had a lovely meal followed by an adventurous tumble in bed.
It had been much needed and stress relieving, but it hadn’t been enough. Really not enough to get either of them through a whole week of not being able to see one another at all.
The girls were asleep in the room next door; Andy could hear their even breathing through the half-opened door that separated their rooms. She tried to find comforting solace in the fact that Miranda’s daughter’s hadn’t wanted her to end up spending the night alone, but it still just wasn’t enough. She needed their mother. Beside her.
Her hormones were surging like crazy, she’d been aroused since early on that week, so much so that she’d finally broken down and gotten herself off in the shower because Miranda had had a function that had gone long and Andrea was too tired to wait up for her.
She began to wonder if this decline in sex meant something more was wrong. Andy knew, for a fact, that Miranda loved her, and she, in turn, still loved Miranda. So she did not feel that their relationship was on rocky grounds. But perhaps something was there. She most certainly hoped nothing was wrong, especially not now.
Andrea’s hands came to rest on her ever so slightly swollen stomach. She was gaining weight. This was good, wasn’t it?
As if she could read her mind, Andrea suddenly heard her cell phone vibrating on her bedside table.
She answered it without checking to see who it was, seeming to know that she already knew.
“I’m going crazy without you,” Miranda’s voice was soft, tired, stressed.
“Me, too. This is worse than when you leave me for Paris or London. At least then I don’t know you’re right down the street.” Andy yawned, stretching out in the large, empty king-sized bed.
Miranda’s low laughter was heard over the phone and Andy smiled, glad to know that she could still make her wife laugh.
“I need you.” Andrea whispered.
“I want to touch you,” Miranda’s voice was lower yet, aroused.
“Miranda,” Andrea groaned in protest. This was torture.
“My lips are on your breast, my tongue is circling your taut, nipple,” this elicited a moan from the brunette, and her hand quickly moved from its resting spot beside her in the bed, to her breast, gently pinching the nipple. “My hand is on your stomach, moving down to your warm, wet…” just Miranda’s words alone were enough to send Andy sky-rocketing over the edge, but she let her fingers play in her wet folds, imagining they were not her fingers at all, but those of a certain silver-haired temptress.
She moaned against her own touch, using Miranda’s coaxing words to help guide her over her edge. And Miranda, in return, sounded rather breathless as if she had just been mirroring Andy’s actions.
“Andrea,” Miranda’s voice called out, almost pleading with the younger woman to return the favor.
“Are you close, Miranda?” Andy asked, letting her wet fingers trail lazily over her stomach, listening as her wife moaned against her own fingers.
She heard a strangled ‘yes’, and took that as Miranda being very close.
“Come for me, baby.” Andy lowered her voice, desperately hoping that the twins in the other room were not witnessing this at all.
And as soon as the words left Andy’s mouth she could hear Miranda’s release.
“I love you,” Andy whispered, wishing she could be in her own room, in her own bed right about now so that she could see that shining glint in Miranda’s eyes, that glow that took over her entire body right after she came down from an orgasm. But alas, several roads, a couple of blocks of buildings, and a case of the chickenpox kept them apart.
“I love you, too.” Miranda was still panting…
~*~
“Mommy, stay with me.” Isabella sing-songed in that sweet little voice of hers, and Miranda couldn’t help but stay wrapped up beside her daughter.
She wanted the girl to sleep, for she hadn’t slept well the night before. Almost immediately after Miranda’s phone conversation with Andrea, the little girl had appeared in her doorway, begging to sleep with her. The girl had tossed and turned all night, scratching at her arms and her stomach in her sleep.
Miranda had barely been able to sleep with the thrashing girl, and so she’d finally given up entirely and had sneaked off to do some work in her study.
But tonight she was certain that the girl would stay in her own bed. That evening, as she had gotten Isabella ready for bed, Miranda had noticed the bumps were receding. It was gradually going away. This was a good sign. She just had to keep the girl from scratching herself, and Andrea would certainly be able to move back in by that Friday.
Thoughts of Andrea kept Miranda from falling asleep in her daughter’s room.
She waited, and waited, and waited until she heard Isabella’s even breathing.
Slowly she crept out of the bed, away from her daughter’s sleeping form. She switched off a lamp that sat on a dresser and then quietly stepped out of the room.
Realizing that she was free, Miranda quickly returned to her room, wasting no time hitting her speed dial number 2.
“Good evening, honey.”
“Fuck me,”
“Long day?” Andrea laughed on the other end.
Miranda just half grunted, quickly undoing her pants and climbing into her soft Egyptian cotton sheets. Her fingers found her entrance, guided by her wife’s husky, commanding voice. Before long she was easing two digits in and out of her wet entrance, her palm pressing firmly against her clit.
And it was at the exact moment she began to feel her release that she noticed her bedroom door was coming open. “Shit,” she cursed, nearly dropping the phone. Her hand stilled its motions, and she looked up expectantly, her voice catching, no longer able to breathe.
“What, what is it?” Andrea’s voice could be heard on the other end of the line. She sounded concerned, confused.
“Mommy, can I come sleep with you.” Isabella’s timid voice sounded from the dark doorway.
Miranda took a deep breath and sharply inhaled, “Andrea your daughter just came in, I’m going to have to call you in the morning, good night.” And without waiting for a reply, Miranda shut off the phone and extracted her wet hand from her lacy, soaked La Perla underwear. “Of course, darling. Mommy just needs to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.” Miranda patted the empty spot beside her, waiting for Isabella to hop into the bed before tucking her in and heading for the bathroom.
By the time she got into the bathroom she had lost all desire to get herself off, and so instead she went through her nightly routine of removing make-up, applying anti-aging wrinkle cream, brushing her teeth and so on before slipping, disappointed, back into bed with her sick child.
~*~
Sex and children almost never seemed to mix, Miranda decided.
She was wicked at work the next day, clearly frustrated by her lack of Andrea.
But a quick after lunch phone call from her wife began to soothe away her anxiety.
“I called the doctor and he said it would be all right for me to come back tomorrow. She shouldn’t be contagious any longer, so it’ll be all right.”
“Thank God.” Miranda mumbled against her Starbuck’s lid.
“The girl’s miss you,” Andrea added, looking at the large amount of food she had just ordered at a downtown deli. She was starving.
“I miss them,” Miranda sighed, refreshing her browser to see if an e-mail she’d sent for earlier had arrived.
“Well, we’ll all be back together tomorrow evening. I do hope you will make it home for dinner,” Andrea’s voice was a bit playful, but Miranda took the comment seriously.
“I most certainly will be.” She replied, already typing a quick message to Emily, instructing her to rearrange her evening the following day so that she could be home by five.
“Good,” Andrea’s smile was audible. “So, when do you think we should tell them?” The question came out of nowhere, and Miranda’s fingers stilled on her keyboard.
“Um, I was thinking of waiting until we went for the…”
“That’s too long,” Andrea was eager to expel her good news.
“In a week?” Miranda suggested.
“A week? Why a week?”
“I just feel like after this little incident with Isabella we don’t need anything else for a little while.” Miranda shrugged, returning to her e-mail.
Andrea sighed. “Fine. I’ll wait a week, but only a week.”
Miranda grinned, “perfect.”
~*~
The following evening the entire family reunited and Isabella was quite happy to see her mother again. “MOM!” She cried, barreling past Miranda, past the twin’s, and in to her mother’s waiting arms.
“Bella, how are you, sweetheart?” Andy asked, grabbing the girl up into her arms.
“Good. Look!” Isabella thrust out her arm. “Itchy go away.”
Andy studied her daughter’s arm and noticed that the bumps were definitely leaving. She kissed her daughter’s arm and then kissed her cheek. “That’s wonderful, Bella.”
Miranda watched this sweet exchange, waiting as patiently as she could for her wife to set her child down so that she could come to her. Miranda’s arms ached to hold her, to touch her, and she was so close, yet not quite there.
Chocolate eyes met blue, and Andy gently set her daughter down, walking straight towards a half-smiling Miranda. Their bodies met in a simple embrace and it was like an electric shock surged through Miranda’s body. She pressed a gentle kiss to Andy’s neck, to her lips. “God, I missed you.” She whispered in Andy’s ear.
Andy leaned slightly back, her lips grazing Miranda’s cheek, coming to rest at her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.”
Miranda’s cheeks burned with a powerful blush; she suddenly felt warm all over. Was she sweating?
“Okay, mom, please. Can we go eat now?” Caroline was quickly finished with this disgusting display of affection.
Andy reluctantly stepped out of Miranda’s embrace, not letting go of her hand as she led her into the dining room after their daughter’s.
The meal was perfectly cooked and prepared. It was delicious and better than anything room service could ever serve. Miranda could not keep her eyes off her younger lover, and she was thoroughly glad to have her back under her roof.
“I am so glad I got vaccinated for chickenpox,” Cassidy sighed, watching as Isabella mindlessly scratched at her remaining bumps.
“But it fun! I get to play with mommy and watch movies!” Isabella grinned; her toothy smile was completely adorable.
Andy laughed, “I remember when I had chickenpox. My mom read me books and I took at least two baths a day.”
Isabella seemed enthralled by this information. Her mom had experienced that same thing she had!
“Wait,” Caroline’s voice cut in.
And immediately Miranda’s face paled. Andrea had given herself away.
“Why did we have to go stay at the Ritz if you already had chickenpox? I thought if you had it, or had the vaccination you could be around people with it without it affecting you…” Caroline trailed off, looking from her mother to Andrea.
Andrea and Miranda exchanged a quick glance and Miranda finally gave in.
Andrea grinned and glanced down at her three wonderful girls. She reached out and found Miranda’s hand and grasped it as she simply stated, “girls, I’m pregnant.”
Author: outuendo_11
Rating: m
Pairing: Mirandy
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, cept Isabella. She's mine.
A/N: This is for a jealous
pandora_007
It is loosely based off of my story Aspen Hell Lands, kind of like a little looksee into their just mundane daily lives, kind of...haha...so...yeah, like a sequel, kind of....sort of....so yeah. Just some fun fluff. I know, you people think I've forgotten how to write fluff. Ha. So yeah...just for fun. :)
Quarantine
“Is this Andrea Sachs?” A bored, secretarial voice inquired on the other end of the phone.
Andy had realized, upon answering, that this phone call was coming from her daughter’s preschool. “This is she. Is everything all right? Is Isabella hurt?” The concern quickly laced the young woman’s voice, her heart skipping a beat.
“She’s not hurt,” the woman announced.
“Oh, thank goodness!” Andy released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in.
“But she has come down with what looks to be chickenpox.”
“Oh no,” shit. Andy couldn’t deal with this. Now was not the best time for Isabella to contract such a disease. Not when Andy was in such a state.
“She will need to be picked up immediately.”
~*~
The phone rang for what seemed like hours before a cool, icy voice filled the line. “What?”
“Honey, we have a little problem.”
~*~
A black town car pulled up to the curb in front of the quaint, private preschool and one Prada heel was placed firmly on the chalk laden sidewalk. With a purposeful stride, a striking older woman strode towards the doors of the little preschool, peeling off her Versace sunglasses as she stepped inside the warm confines of the old school.
“Where is she?”
“Oh, Ms. Priestly!” A woman nearly dropped the stack of papers she was holding and sprang up from her seat, as if she might salute the silver-haired woman who had just walked in off the street. “We weren’t expecting you.” The clumsy secretary nearly shrieked, her words seeming to tumble out before she could process what she was saying.
Miranda stared at her expectantly, willing her to speak, to explain, but she did not. She stood there looking completely mesmerized by the fact that the Miranda Priestly was gracing the school with her presence.
“Well,” Miranda snapped.
“Oh, right. Right this way.” The woman quickly hopped to, nearly tripping over herself in what looked to be excitement as she began walking quickly down the hall of the school and towards the health room. When Miranda rounded the corner, she quickly found a stylishly clad young girl with long brunette hair, sitting on the edge of a cot, colorful Lelli Kelly shoes swinging mindlessly back and forth. The little girl immediately spotted the silver-haired woman standing in the entrance of the room and a huge smile spread like wild fire across her beautiful, youthful face.
“Mommy!” She cried, nearly tripping over herself, as the young secretary had done only moments before, in her haste to reach Miranda.
Her small little arms wrapped tightly around Miranda’s thigh and Miranda tenderly wrapped her arms around the girl, noticing, for the first time, the irritated looking red bumps peppering her fair skin. “Hello, my darling.” Miranda swept down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Mommy, I itch real bad.” Isabella informed her mother, demonstrating her statement by scratching roughly at her already scratched up looking arm.
Miranda grabbed her hand, “no. No, Isabella. Don’t scratch. It will make it worse.”
Isabella looked up at Miranda with those deep, chocolate eyes and she felt bad for having to chastise the girl. She was almost as bad as her mother.
“Come now, let’s get you home.” Miranda collected the girl up into her arms and then looked up at the nurse. “How is it that she caught this?”
“We’re not entirely certain. An outbreak seems to be going around the school. It could have come from a number of sources.” The nurse, who looked frightened by Miranda’s presence, attempted to explain. She looked completely unnerved when she managed to finally ask, “had she not had the vaccination?”
Miranda’s stomach immediately churned. On the outside she looked pensive and annoyed that she had had to come and take her daughter out of school, but on the inside she was chastising herself for having told Andrea to hold off on the vaccinations. “No,” she simply stated.
“Well no need to worry about it now,” the nurse gave her a semi-smile that quickly receded and died. Miranda had not found this statement funny. “Well get her home, I’m sure she will be just fine in a couple of days.”
Miranda nodded and turned on her heels, carrying the poor, itching child out to her waiting car.
~*~
“I don’t want to get in there. It looks gross.” The three-year old was on her way to a temper tantrum and Miranda was in no mood to deal with her. She wished Andrea was there to deal with the girl.
“Isabella, it will stop the itching.” Miranda grabbed the little girl’s hand.
“I want mom!” The girl stamped her foot. Miranda knew this routine all too well. She was normally a very pleasant child, but when she was frightened she could sure put on a show.
“Your mother is at work, and I’ve already told you that she cannot come here until you are all better, darling.” Miranda tried to level with the girl, her voice not rising from its normal soft level.
“But I want mom!!” Isabella cried once more, attempting to free herself from her mother’s grasp and race away, out of the large master bathroom, away from the weird smelling stuff that her mother had just poured into her once clear, warm bathwater.
“Come on, Isabella. It’s not going to hurt you. It’s going to make you feel better.” Miranda pulled the girl towards her, stroking her long, brunette hair.
The girl finally relaxed against her mother’s embrace, rubbing her itching arm ever so slightly against her mother’s arm.
“Will you get in the water for mommy?” Miranda whispered into the girl’s ear.
Isabella whimpered against Miranda’s neck.
“Come on, darling. I’ll let you watch movies in my room if you take a bath for me.” Miranda had gone there. She had stooped to the point of bargaining with her daughter.
Isabella looked at her mother. She stared into her mother’s crystal, clear blue eyes and Miranda watched as something registered in that smart little head of hers. She obediently nodded and without the help of her mom, she climbed up the marble stairs and slid into the murky looking water.
“Mommy?” Isabella’s voice was smooth, commanding. Miranda could see herself ever so slightly being mirrored in this little girl a little bit more every day.
“Yes, Isabella.” Miranda replied, mindlessly splashing the Epson-salt and oatmeal filled water against the little girl’s spotty back.
“This water smells bad.”
Miranda let a small smirk grace her features as she watched her little baby play with a pink pony that sailed the white waters on a purple ship.
~*~
“I’ve had Emily book you a room at the Ritz-Carlton,” Miranda stated, peeking quickly in on Isabella, whose attention was solely focused on Beauty and the Beast. She was lying sprawled out on the comforter of the master bedroom bed. She looked completely worry free, except every now and then she’d mindlessly scratch at her arm.
“I wish I could be there, is she doing all right?” Andrea’s worried voice came loudly over the phone line.
“She’s doing just fine, Andrea.” Miranda turned away from the girl and headed back towards her study where the remainder of her work for the day sat, sprawled out atop her old, oak desk. “I’ve given her a bath and now she’s just watching a movie.”
“I know she’s fine, I just wish…” Andrea sighed in frustration.
“Darling,” Miranda sat down at her desk and lowered her voice, “it’s going to be all right. We are perfectly fine going on without you. I know that you would love to be here right now, but I will not allow it.”
Andrea took a deep breath, audible over the phone. “I know, I know honey. I understand, I’m just…I wish I could be there.”
Miranda shuffled through some of the mock-ups and layouts Emily had brought her earlier. “How are you feeling, are you all right?” Miranda quickly inquired, trying to take her wife’s mind off of their ailing daughter.
“I’m fine, I’m perfectly all right.”
“Well if you feel a fever coming on I would suggest you call Doctor Snyder.” Miranda stated, her voice hinting at concern.
“Miranda, I’ll be fine.”
“I’m just saying in case you feel under the weather, I don’t want you to hesitate to call, that’s all I’m…”
“I know, I know. I will. All right?” Andrea cut in. She hated when Miranda got concerned like this. Sometimes she could be so overly-protective.
“Andrea, I’m just concerned.”
“Miranda, I’m going to be fine.”
There was a long moment of silence where both seemed to collect themselves.
Andrea hated fighting with Miranda, and she knew Miranda equally hated fighting back. But fighting seemed to be Miranda’s way of masking the hurt and disappointment she carried and once Andrea got her anger under control, she softly asked, “what’s bothering you, Miranda?”
“I’m just…” Miranda played with the corner of a sketch for a new layout. “I can’t see you.” Her voice was soft, hardly audible.
The words tore at Andrea’s heart and she immediately wanted to be home so she could throw her arms around her lover and give her a reassuring, loving kiss.
“I know,” Andrea replied, “and I can’t see you. And we haven’t…” she coughed, “since last week and I’m about to go mad.”
At the very mention of that, Miranda’s stomach flipped. “Andrea, we can’t…not right now. We need to get through this week and get Isabella well…” Miranda was trying to avoid slipping in to thoughts of her wife’s naked body. Luckily, or unluckily, at that exact moment a cute little brunette slipped her way into her mother’s study. “Oh, Isabella is here.” Miranda’s voice held an undertone of a warning for Andrea to let it go, and an overtone of happiness that her daughter had interrupted her thoughts.
“Put her on,” Andrea quickly exclaimed.
“Here, come talk to your mom.” Miranda reached out her arms for her daughter, who crawled into her lap and placed the phone against her ear.
“Mom?” Isabella asked into the phone.
“Yes, sweetheart, how’s my little girl? How are you feeling?” Andy inquired, glad to hear her baby’s voice.
“Itchy.”
Miranda stifled her laughter.
~*~
“Neither of you have ever had chickenpox, so it is up to you. You can stay here with us, or go to the Ritz with Andrea.” Miranda explained to her daughter’s who had her on speakerphone.
“Well I don’t want to stay in that sick house, even if I have had the vaccination,” Caroline scrunched up her nose.
“And I don’t really want Andy staying by herself, either.” Cassidy added in.
“So you both would like to stay at the Ritz?” Miranda was surprised by her twin’s responses.
There was a momentary pause where neither twin said anything and it seemed as if they were quietly considering their options.
Finally, after some hushed deliberation, Cassidy spoke up. “We want to stay with Andy.”
~*~
Andy couldn’t sleep. She hated being away from Miranda, something that had been happening all too often lately. Between the two of them there was always some publication deadline, or some huge event going that needed tending to and by the time they had a spare moment, one or both would be exhausted. They had barely had time for one another the week before, but Miranda had finally put her foot down and had claimed Thursday evening as their date night and they’d had a lovely meal followed by an adventurous tumble in bed.
It had been much needed and stress relieving, but it hadn’t been enough. Really not enough to get either of them through a whole week of not being able to see one another at all.
The girls were asleep in the room next door; Andy could hear their even breathing through the half-opened door that separated their rooms. She tried to find comforting solace in the fact that Miranda’s daughter’s hadn’t wanted her to end up spending the night alone, but it still just wasn’t enough. She needed their mother. Beside her.
Her hormones were surging like crazy, she’d been aroused since early on that week, so much so that she’d finally broken down and gotten herself off in the shower because Miranda had had a function that had gone long and Andrea was too tired to wait up for her.
She began to wonder if this decline in sex meant something more was wrong. Andy knew, for a fact, that Miranda loved her, and she, in turn, still loved Miranda. So she did not feel that their relationship was on rocky grounds. But perhaps something was there. She most certainly hoped nothing was wrong, especially not now.
Andrea’s hands came to rest on her ever so slightly swollen stomach. She was gaining weight. This was good, wasn’t it?
As if she could read her mind, Andrea suddenly heard her cell phone vibrating on her bedside table.
She answered it without checking to see who it was, seeming to know that she already knew.
“I’m going crazy without you,” Miranda’s voice was soft, tired, stressed.
“Me, too. This is worse than when you leave me for Paris or London. At least then I don’t know you’re right down the street.” Andy yawned, stretching out in the large, empty king-sized bed.
Miranda’s low laughter was heard over the phone and Andy smiled, glad to know that she could still make her wife laugh.
“I need you.” Andrea whispered.
“I want to touch you,” Miranda’s voice was lower yet, aroused.
“Miranda,” Andrea groaned in protest. This was torture.
“My lips are on your breast, my tongue is circling your taut, nipple,” this elicited a moan from the brunette, and her hand quickly moved from its resting spot beside her in the bed, to her breast, gently pinching the nipple. “My hand is on your stomach, moving down to your warm, wet…” just Miranda’s words alone were enough to send Andy sky-rocketing over the edge, but she let her fingers play in her wet folds, imagining they were not her fingers at all, but those of a certain silver-haired temptress.
She moaned against her own touch, using Miranda’s coaxing words to help guide her over her edge. And Miranda, in return, sounded rather breathless as if she had just been mirroring Andy’s actions.
“Andrea,” Miranda’s voice called out, almost pleading with the younger woman to return the favor.
“Are you close, Miranda?” Andy asked, letting her wet fingers trail lazily over her stomach, listening as her wife moaned against her own fingers.
She heard a strangled ‘yes’, and took that as Miranda being very close.
“Come for me, baby.” Andy lowered her voice, desperately hoping that the twins in the other room were not witnessing this at all.
And as soon as the words left Andy’s mouth she could hear Miranda’s release.
“I love you,” Andy whispered, wishing she could be in her own room, in her own bed right about now so that she could see that shining glint in Miranda’s eyes, that glow that took over her entire body right after she came down from an orgasm. But alas, several roads, a couple of blocks of buildings, and a case of the chickenpox kept them apart.
“I love you, too.” Miranda was still panting…
~*~
“Mommy, stay with me.” Isabella sing-songed in that sweet little voice of hers, and Miranda couldn’t help but stay wrapped up beside her daughter.
She wanted the girl to sleep, for she hadn’t slept well the night before. Almost immediately after Miranda’s phone conversation with Andrea, the little girl had appeared in her doorway, begging to sleep with her. The girl had tossed and turned all night, scratching at her arms and her stomach in her sleep.
Miranda had barely been able to sleep with the thrashing girl, and so she’d finally given up entirely and had sneaked off to do some work in her study.
But tonight she was certain that the girl would stay in her own bed. That evening, as she had gotten Isabella ready for bed, Miranda had noticed the bumps were receding. It was gradually going away. This was a good sign. She just had to keep the girl from scratching herself, and Andrea would certainly be able to move back in by that Friday.
Thoughts of Andrea kept Miranda from falling asleep in her daughter’s room.
She waited, and waited, and waited until she heard Isabella’s even breathing.
Slowly she crept out of the bed, away from her daughter’s sleeping form. She switched off a lamp that sat on a dresser and then quietly stepped out of the room.
Realizing that she was free, Miranda quickly returned to her room, wasting no time hitting her speed dial number 2.
“Good evening, honey.”
“Fuck me,”
“Long day?” Andrea laughed on the other end.
Miranda just half grunted, quickly undoing her pants and climbing into her soft Egyptian cotton sheets. Her fingers found her entrance, guided by her wife’s husky, commanding voice. Before long she was easing two digits in and out of her wet entrance, her palm pressing firmly against her clit.
And it was at the exact moment she began to feel her release that she noticed her bedroom door was coming open. “Shit,” she cursed, nearly dropping the phone. Her hand stilled its motions, and she looked up expectantly, her voice catching, no longer able to breathe.
“What, what is it?” Andrea’s voice could be heard on the other end of the line. She sounded concerned, confused.
“Mommy, can I come sleep with you.” Isabella’s timid voice sounded from the dark doorway.
Miranda took a deep breath and sharply inhaled, “Andrea your daughter just came in, I’m going to have to call you in the morning, good night.” And without waiting for a reply, Miranda shut off the phone and extracted her wet hand from her lacy, soaked La Perla underwear. “Of course, darling. Mommy just needs to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.” Miranda patted the empty spot beside her, waiting for Isabella to hop into the bed before tucking her in and heading for the bathroom.
By the time she got into the bathroom she had lost all desire to get herself off, and so instead she went through her nightly routine of removing make-up, applying anti-aging wrinkle cream, brushing her teeth and so on before slipping, disappointed, back into bed with her sick child.
~*~
Sex and children almost never seemed to mix, Miranda decided.
She was wicked at work the next day, clearly frustrated by her lack of Andrea.
But a quick after lunch phone call from her wife began to soothe away her anxiety.
“I called the doctor and he said it would be all right for me to come back tomorrow. She shouldn’t be contagious any longer, so it’ll be all right.”
“Thank God.” Miranda mumbled against her Starbuck’s lid.
“The girl’s miss you,” Andrea added, looking at the large amount of food she had just ordered at a downtown deli. She was starving.
“I miss them,” Miranda sighed, refreshing her browser to see if an e-mail she’d sent for earlier had arrived.
“Well, we’ll all be back together tomorrow evening. I do hope you will make it home for dinner,” Andrea’s voice was a bit playful, but Miranda took the comment seriously.
“I most certainly will be.” She replied, already typing a quick message to Emily, instructing her to rearrange her evening the following day so that she could be home by five.
“Good,” Andrea’s smile was audible. “So, when do you think we should tell them?” The question came out of nowhere, and Miranda’s fingers stilled on her keyboard.
“Um, I was thinking of waiting until we went for the…”
“That’s too long,” Andrea was eager to expel her good news.
“In a week?” Miranda suggested.
“A week? Why a week?”
“I just feel like after this little incident with Isabella we don’t need anything else for a little while.” Miranda shrugged, returning to her e-mail.
Andrea sighed. “Fine. I’ll wait a week, but only a week.”
Miranda grinned, “perfect.”
~*~
The following evening the entire family reunited and Isabella was quite happy to see her mother again. “MOM!” She cried, barreling past Miranda, past the twin’s, and in to her mother’s waiting arms.
“Bella, how are you, sweetheart?” Andy asked, grabbing the girl up into her arms.
“Good. Look!” Isabella thrust out her arm. “Itchy go away.”
Andy studied her daughter’s arm and noticed that the bumps were definitely leaving. She kissed her daughter’s arm and then kissed her cheek. “That’s wonderful, Bella.”
Miranda watched this sweet exchange, waiting as patiently as she could for her wife to set her child down so that she could come to her. Miranda’s arms ached to hold her, to touch her, and she was so close, yet not quite there.
Chocolate eyes met blue, and Andy gently set her daughter down, walking straight towards a half-smiling Miranda. Their bodies met in a simple embrace and it was like an electric shock surged through Miranda’s body. She pressed a gentle kiss to Andy’s neck, to her lips. “God, I missed you.” She whispered in Andy’s ear.
Andy leaned slightly back, her lips grazing Miranda’s cheek, coming to rest at her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.”
Miranda’s cheeks burned with a powerful blush; she suddenly felt warm all over. Was she sweating?
“Okay, mom, please. Can we go eat now?” Caroline was quickly finished with this disgusting display of affection.
Andy reluctantly stepped out of Miranda’s embrace, not letting go of her hand as she led her into the dining room after their daughter’s.
The meal was perfectly cooked and prepared. It was delicious and better than anything room service could ever serve. Miranda could not keep her eyes off her younger lover, and she was thoroughly glad to have her back under her roof.
“I am so glad I got vaccinated for chickenpox,” Cassidy sighed, watching as Isabella mindlessly scratched at her remaining bumps.
“But it fun! I get to play with mommy and watch movies!” Isabella grinned; her toothy smile was completely adorable.
Andy laughed, “I remember when I had chickenpox. My mom read me books and I took at least two baths a day.”
Isabella seemed enthralled by this information. Her mom had experienced that same thing she had!
“Wait,” Caroline’s voice cut in.
And immediately Miranda’s face paled. Andrea had given herself away.
“Why did we have to go stay at the Ritz if you already had chickenpox? I thought if you had it, or had the vaccination you could be around people with it without it affecting you…” Caroline trailed off, looking from her mother to Andrea.
Andrea and Miranda exchanged a quick glance and Miranda finally gave in.
Andrea grinned and glanced down at her three wonderful girls. She reached out and found Miranda’s hand and grasped it as she simply stated, “girls, I’m pregnant.”