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The Proposal (7/9)
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I do not own the Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement. Also, I don't own The Proposal and I mean no infringement there either, I make no money from this.
summary Shamelessly borrowing the idea from The Proposal because of Ebert's comment that it was what DWP should have been (or something to that effect). Miranda's citizenship is in question and she latches onto Andy to save her, as usual.
The Priestly women were still fast asleep when the Sachs returned from Church. Danny's tie was balled up in his hand and he tossed it at the coat rack as he grumbled through the door. Andy climbed the stairs, stifling a yawn, and went into her bedroom. She was not surprised to see Miranda still sleeping.
"Miranda," Andy put a hand on her shoulder, "time to wake up, sleeping beauty."
"Beauty and the beast." She mumbled in her sleep.
"What?"
"She's so beautiful."
"Miranda, who's so beautiful?" Andy insisted.
Miranda blinked a couple of times and looked up at Andy in confusion, "what are you talking about?"
"Nevermind, you were talking in your sleep." Andy shrugged and stood up.
"Are the girls up yet?" Miranda rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. "God, I smell like alcohol."
"Why don't you take a shower and I'll make coffee."
Freshly showered and plied with aspirin Miranda headed down the stairs. Richard sat on the couch holding his head and Miranda cast him a sympathetic glance. "You didn't have to go to church." He whispered.
"Forty years in the desert excludes me from mass for an eternity." Miranda smirked as she slipped into the guestroom. She climbed onto the bed and cuddled up to her girls.
They stretched, smelling their mother's signature scent and smiling. They cuddled up to her. Miranda nuzzled the nearest head of red hair. "I think we're being asked to get up. Andrea and her family just got back from church."
"Mom, Andy's great, she's so cool." Cassidy said and Caroline nodded her agreement.
"She's way cooler than Stephen was."
"Yeah, or Todd."
"She treated us like people."
"And not your add-ons."
"We told you you deserve better than Stephen and Todd." The twins finished their joint sentence and punctuated it by hugging her tightly. Miranda closed her eyes, feeling them well up with tears and she really didn't believe that she deserved better. Maybe she deserved her loneliness, she deserved her miserable love life.
Miranda pulled herself together, kissed both of their heads and stood up, "get dressed, girls, Mrs. Sachs is making breakfast."
"Rick, bring in the extra table and set it for me, would you?" Josephine called from the kitchen.
"Josie, have mercy on me. My head is throbbing." Richard rubbed his temples.
"Rick, I have no sympathy for you. If you didn't drink yourself into a stupor every night-" Josephine stopped when Andy walked into the room. She smiled at her daughter, "thank you for humoring us and going to mass."
"Two masses a year, it's hardly a huge sacrifice, mom." Andy looked around the kitchen, "what can I do, mom?"
"Um, there's French toast, corned beef hash and oatmeal." Josephine shrugged a little, "I think I've got it."
Andy grinned, "all carbs, Miranda's going to have to suck it up or starve this morning but I know you will endear yourself to the girls with this spread."
"Well, I have some fruit that Miranda could have if she wants something else to eat."
Andy shook her head, "buttery food will do her hangover good."
"She's hungover too?" Josephine furrowed her brow.
Andy nodded a little, "I think her ex-husband really got to her yesterday. Totally long story though. I don't think I've ever met two people who hate each other more than they do."
"That's too bad for their children."
Miranda flipped open her cell phone and hit the speed dial button for Emily. She waited impatiently as the phone rang. "Overnight me that dress that James Holt made for me for the benefit and pick out a Vera wedding dress for Andrea. Also, get the girls... red dresses."
Emily could scarcely speak. She'd read the headlines in Page Six, of course, and dealt with Leslie having a panic attack about not having been informed, but to hear it from the horse's mouth. "For your wedding to Andy." She said, asking her question in statement form.
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I am so glad I don't pay you to use your brain." Miranda hung up.
Emily called Nigel.
Miranda, Cassidy and Caroline sat on one side of the table and the Sachs watched them with awe. The three of them wielded their cutlery with perfect precision, they sat up straight and never talked with their mouths full.
Much to Andy's surprise Miranda took small portions of all the carbohydrates set in front of her. Apparently Miranda would have to hand in her 5 year chip. Miranda had forgotten how much she'd loved French toast.
Breakfast was almost over when Miranda's phone rang out with "ding dong the witch is dead" and Cassidy announced, "dad's calling!"
"I got it." Caroline jumped up to get the phone. The twins jumped at any chance to play mediator between their easily enraged parents. "Hi dad."
Miranda handed Cassidy her plate, "why don't you help with the dishes, Bob?"
Cassidy nodded and took the plates, following Richard into the kitchen. Josephine smiled, "your daughters are lovely, Miranda. Andy said they were twins but I think I wasn't prepared for them to be so identical."
Miranda nodded, "they're still in the stage where they like to dress alike. They like to try and trick people and I think they know they're more unnerving if they dress exactly alike."
Caroline came back into the room. "Dad wants to pick us up. Is that cool?"
"My parents are having a little anniversary party this afternoon, they can't stay for that?" Andy furrowed her brow.
"He's pretty insistent." Caroline frowned.
"Let me talk to him." Miranda held out her hand for the phone. Caroline looked unsure about handing the conversation over. Finally she placed the blackberry into Miranda's waiting hand.
Caroline sat down at the table with Andy and Josephine. She couldn't erase the feeling of dread she felt enabling her parents' discourse. Cassidy joined them and waited silently for Miranda to return.
Miranda came back and dropped her phone onto the table. "He'll be here in about an hour to pick you up."
"But mom, what about the party? I want to go to it."
"Talk to your father. I am absolutely done arguing with him." Miranda scowled. "I'm just done. Excuse me."
Andy and the twins watched Miranda go up the stairs and when Andy turned to look at the twins they were looking at her. "Right, I'll go talk to her."
"Girls," Josephine said, barely able to contain her smile. "I know that we haven't spent much -- or really any -- time together but I'm really excited for you two to be part of my extended family and I hope that we can spend time together soon. Andy told me that you're creative so I got each of you sketchbooks and sketch pencils. I would have liked to get you more individual gifts but I didn't know where to begin. Maybe soon we can get to know each other better."
The girls looked down at the sketchbooks wrapped in red ribbon that Josephine slid across the table to them. They smiled up at Andy's mother.
Miranda slammed Andy's door behind her, almost hitting Andy with it unintentionally. Andy opened it and Miranda turned around, her expression softened a little, "I'm sorry."
"No," Andy closed the door again and walked towards Miranda, "no, you don't have to be sorry, you're upset."
Miranda sat down on the bed, ankles crossed and hands clasped over her lap.
"No, Miranda," Andy shook her head, she took her hands and unclasped them and put her foot between Miranda's. Miranda looked up at Andy in shock. "None of this prim and proper attempt at burying your feelings. You're mad. You're angry. Talk about it, let it out!"
Miranda studied Andy's face, her heart pounded in her chest. She looked down at Andy's hands holding hers and then further down at Andy's leg pushed between her own. Finally she looked back up at Andy.
"I'm thick skinned but I'm not made of stone." Miranda sighed. "I have feelings, I am human."
"I know you are, Miranda." Andy said soothingly.
"All I want is to be allowed to do my jobs and to do them well. Those jobs being a mother and editor-in-chief. I have never tried to deny Lucas his right to have partial custody of his children. I can't imagine why he hates me so much that he would try so hard to keep me from them." Miranda closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
"You're a good mother, Miranda, and by virtue of that you'll come through this. I'm sure of it." Andy squeezed Miranda's hands gently.
Miranda shifted her leg against Andy's and Andy blushed. Feeling Miranda's skin moving against hers made her whole body flush. She let go of Miranda's hands and took a small, shaky step backwards.
"Let's go downstairs and spend some more time with them before Lucas comes to get them." Andy suggested, moving towards the door.
Miranda nodded, "give me a minute, I'll be right down."
Down in the living room, sometime later, Miranda sat with Caroline in her lap, while Andy sat with Cassidy in hers and Josephine and Danny huddled close together playing team poker.
To everyone's surprise, except Miranda's, the twins were adept little hustlers. Danny had been drawn into the game as another futile attempt to prove some intelligence to Miranda. They were playing for candy, Josephine sacrificed the bag of fun-sized Halloween candy and when Lucas came to collect the twins they walked away with more than half the bag in their pockets.
Miranda kissed their cheeks and stroked their hair. "I'll see you two tomorrow, have a good night, babies. I love you."
"Love you, too, mom." They hugged her and went to the door.
Miranda decided not to interact with Lucas and stayed on the couch. Andy, however, decided to give him a piece of her mind. The girls ran to the car that he had rented and buckled themselves in. Andy spoke up as he turned to leave, "hey. I want to talk to you for a second."
He turned around and gave Andy an aggrieved look. "Before you start, let me say that I am not fooled. I know that marrying you is just a feeble attempt at avoiding deportation. How do I know this, you may ask. Well, for one, I was married to her for three years and I happen to know that she is not gay. Second of all, if she were gay you would not be her type. Also, she is old enough to be your mother. She is your boss. And she is despicable."
Andy nodded a little. "Okay, you've said your piece. My turn." She gave him a condescending smile. "Miranda is one of the best mothers that I've ever met, she loves her children with her whole heart and wants nothing but for them to be happy and be loved, which is really more than I can say for you if you endeavor to take them away from her. Miranda is my boss and she is old enough to be my mother but she's so beautiful and so passionate. She's strong and resilient, she's larger than life, she's smart and witty. She can be deathly serious and she can be funny and she's everything that I've ever wanted in anyone. I am truly honored to have the opportunity to share her life and you were privileged to have those three years with her and if you can't appreciate that then I pity you because, with the possible exception of the twins, she was the best thing you've ever had in your life. You are despicable."
Lucas stared at Andy, he'd hardly expected her to string together two coherent sentences let alone deliver such an impassioned speech.
"That's all." Andy smirked haughtily before turning and going inside.
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by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I do not own the Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement. Also, I don't own The Proposal and I mean no infringement there either, I make no money from this.
summary Shamelessly borrowing the idea from The Proposal because of Ebert's comment that it was what DWP should have been (or something to that effect). Miranda's citizenship is in question and she latches onto Andy to save her, as usual.
The Priestly women were still fast asleep when the Sachs returned from Church. Danny's tie was balled up in his hand and he tossed it at the coat rack as he grumbled through the door. Andy climbed the stairs, stifling a yawn, and went into her bedroom. She was not surprised to see Miranda still sleeping.
"Miranda," Andy put a hand on her shoulder, "time to wake up, sleeping beauty."
"Beauty and the beast." She mumbled in her sleep.
"What?"
"She's so beautiful."
"Miranda, who's so beautiful?" Andy insisted.
Miranda blinked a couple of times and looked up at Andy in confusion, "what are you talking about?"
"Nevermind, you were talking in your sleep." Andy shrugged and stood up.
"Are the girls up yet?" Miranda rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. "God, I smell like alcohol."
"Why don't you take a shower and I'll make coffee."
Freshly showered and plied with aspirin Miranda headed down the stairs. Richard sat on the couch holding his head and Miranda cast him a sympathetic glance. "You didn't have to go to church." He whispered.
"Forty years in the desert excludes me from mass for an eternity." Miranda smirked as she slipped into the guestroom. She climbed onto the bed and cuddled up to her girls.
They stretched, smelling their mother's signature scent and smiling. They cuddled up to her. Miranda nuzzled the nearest head of red hair. "I think we're being asked to get up. Andrea and her family just got back from church."
"Mom, Andy's great, she's so cool." Cassidy said and Caroline nodded her agreement.
"She's way cooler than Stephen was."
"Yeah, or Todd."
"She treated us like people."
"And not your add-ons."
"We told you you deserve better than Stephen and Todd." The twins finished their joint sentence and punctuated it by hugging her tightly. Miranda closed her eyes, feeling them well up with tears and she really didn't believe that she deserved better. Maybe she deserved her loneliness, she deserved her miserable love life.
Miranda pulled herself together, kissed both of their heads and stood up, "get dressed, girls, Mrs. Sachs is making breakfast."
"Rick, bring in the extra table and set it for me, would you?" Josephine called from the kitchen.
"Josie, have mercy on me. My head is throbbing." Richard rubbed his temples.
"Rick, I have no sympathy for you. If you didn't drink yourself into a stupor every night-" Josephine stopped when Andy walked into the room. She smiled at her daughter, "thank you for humoring us and going to mass."
"Two masses a year, it's hardly a huge sacrifice, mom." Andy looked around the kitchen, "what can I do, mom?"
"Um, there's French toast, corned beef hash and oatmeal." Josephine shrugged a little, "I think I've got it."
Andy grinned, "all carbs, Miranda's going to have to suck it up or starve this morning but I know you will endear yourself to the girls with this spread."
"Well, I have some fruit that Miranda could have if she wants something else to eat."
Andy shook her head, "buttery food will do her hangover good."
"She's hungover too?" Josephine furrowed her brow.
Andy nodded a little, "I think her ex-husband really got to her yesterday. Totally long story though. I don't think I've ever met two people who hate each other more than they do."
"That's too bad for their children."
Miranda flipped open her cell phone and hit the speed dial button for Emily. She waited impatiently as the phone rang. "Overnight me that dress that James Holt made for me for the benefit and pick out a Vera wedding dress for Andrea. Also, get the girls... red dresses."
Emily could scarcely speak. She'd read the headlines in Page Six, of course, and dealt with Leslie having a panic attack about not having been informed, but to hear it from the horse's mouth. "For your wedding to Andy." She said, asking her question in statement form.
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I am so glad I don't pay you to use your brain." Miranda hung up.
Emily called Nigel.
Miranda, Cassidy and Caroline sat on one side of the table and the Sachs watched them with awe. The three of them wielded their cutlery with perfect precision, they sat up straight and never talked with their mouths full.
Much to Andy's surprise Miranda took small portions of all the carbohydrates set in front of her. Apparently Miranda would have to hand in her 5 year chip. Miranda had forgotten how much she'd loved French toast.
Breakfast was almost over when Miranda's phone rang out with "ding dong the witch is dead" and Cassidy announced, "dad's calling!"
"I got it." Caroline jumped up to get the phone. The twins jumped at any chance to play mediator between their easily enraged parents. "Hi dad."
Miranda handed Cassidy her plate, "why don't you help with the dishes, Bob?"
Cassidy nodded and took the plates, following Richard into the kitchen. Josephine smiled, "your daughters are lovely, Miranda. Andy said they were twins but I think I wasn't prepared for them to be so identical."
Miranda nodded, "they're still in the stage where they like to dress alike. They like to try and trick people and I think they know they're more unnerving if they dress exactly alike."
Caroline came back into the room. "Dad wants to pick us up. Is that cool?"
"My parents are having a little anniversary party this afternoon, they can't stay for that?" Andy furrowed her brow.
"He's pretty insistent." Caroline frowned.
"Let me talk to him." Miranda held out her hand for the phone. Caroline looked unsure about handing the conversation over. Finally she placed the blackberry into Miranda's waiting hand.
Caroline sat down at the table with Andy and Josephine. She couldn't erase the feeling of dread she felt enabling her parents' discourse. Cassidy joined them and waited silently for Miranda to return.
Miranda came back and dropped her phone onto the table. "He'll be here in about an hour to pick you up."
"But mom, what about the party? I want to go to it."
"Talk to your father. I am absolutely done arguing with him." Miranda scowled. "I'm just done. Excuse me."
Andy and the twins watched Miranda go up the stairs and when Andy turned to look at the twins they were looking at her. "Right, I'll go talk to her."
"Girls," Josephine said, barely able to contain her smile. "I know that we haven't spent much -- or really any -- time together but I'm really excited for you two to be part of my extended family and I hope that we can spend time together soon. Andy told me that you're creative so I got each of you sketchbooks and sketch pencils. I would have liked to get you more individual gifts but I didn't know where to begin. Maybe soon we can get to know each other better."
The girls looked down at the sketchbooks wrapped in red ribbon that Josephine slid across the table to them. They smiled up at Andy's mother.
Miranda slammed Andy's door behind her, almost hitting Andy with it unintentionally. Andy opened it and Miranda turned around, her expression softened a little, "I'm sorry."
"No," Andy closed the door again and walked towards Miranda, "no, you don't have to be sorry, you're upset."
Miranda sat down on the bed, ankles crossed and hands clasped over her lap.
"No, Miranda," Andy shook her head, she took her hands and unclasped them and put her foot between Miranda's. Miranda looked up at Andy in shock. "None of this prim and proper attempt at burying your feelings. You're mad. You're angry. Talk about it, let it out!"
Miranda studied Andy's face, her heart pounded in her chest. She looked down at Andy's hands holding hers and then further down at Andy's leg pushed between her own. Finally she looked back up at Andy.
"I'm thick skinned but I'm not made of stone." Miranda sighed. "I have feelings, I am human."
"I know you are, Miranda." Andy said soothingly.
"All I want is to be allowed to do my jobs and to do them well. Those jobs being a mother and editor-in-chief. I have never tried to deny Lucas his right to have partial custody of his children. I can't imagine why he hates me so much that he would try so hard to keep me from them." Miranda closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
"You're a good mother, Miranda, and by virtue of that you'll come through this. I'm sure of it." Andy squeezed Miranda's hands gently.
Miranda shifted her leg against Andy's and Andy blushed. Feeling Miranda's skin moving against hers made her whole body flush. She let go of Miranda's hands and took a small, shaky step backwards.
"Let's go downstairs and spend some more time with them before Lucas comes to get them." Andy suggested, moving towards the door.
Miranda nodded, "give me a minute, I'll be right down."
Down in the living room, sometime later, Miranda sat with Caroline in her lap, while Andy sat with Cassidy in hers and Josephine and Danny huddled close together playing team poker.
To everyone's surprise, except Miranda's, the twins were adept little hustlers. Danny had been drawn into the game as another futile attempt to prove some intelligence to Miranda. They were playing for candy, Josephine sacrificed the bag of fun-sized Halloween candy and when Lucas came to collect the twins they walked away with more than half the bag in their pockets.
Miranda kissed their cheeks and stroked their hair. "I'll see you two tomorrow, have a good night, babies. I love you."
"Love you, too, mom." They hugged her and went to the door.
Miranda decided not to interact with Lucas and stayed on the couch. Andy, however, decided to give him a piece of her mind. The girls ran to the car that he had rented and buckled themselves in. Andy spoke up as he turned to leave, "hey. I want to talk to you for a second."
He turned around and gave Andy an aggrieved look. "Before you start, let me say that I am not fooled. I know that marrying you is just a feeble attempt at avoiding deportation. How do I know this, you may ask. Well, for one, I was married to her for three years and I happen to know that she is not gay. Second of all, if she were gay you would not be her type. Also, she is old enough to be your mother. She is your boss. And she is despicable."
Andy nodded a little. "Okay, you've said your piece. My turn." She gave him a condescending smile. "Miranda is one of the best mothers that I've ever met, she loves her children with her whole heart and wants nothing but for them to be happy and be loved, which is really more than I can say for you if you endeavor to take them away from her. Miranda is my boss and she is old enough to be my mother but she's so beautiful and so passionate. She's strong and resilient, she's larger than life, she's smart and witty. She can be deathly serious and she can be funny and she's everything that I've ever wanted in anyone. I am truly honored to have the opportunity to share her life and you were privileged to have those three years with her and if you can't appreciate that then I pity you because, with the possible exception of the twins, she was the best thing you've ever had in your life. You are despicable."
Lucas stared at Andy, he'd hardly expected her to string together two coherent sentences let alone deliver such an impassioned speech.
"That's all." Andy smirked haughtily before turning and going inside.
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