All I Want Is You 12/?
SHINY HAPPY PEOPLE.
A Little While Later.
With wide eyes Miranda watched as Natalie's hands flew over the keyboard typing what to her looked to be gibberish nonsense of all different codes whatever the hell that meant.
“You've got some serious malware on the system.” Natalie spoke. “I think it's safe to say that while you aren't around people are getting up to no good on the computers.”
“You mean...”
“Sex sites. Possibly even the dark web.”
“The dark web?”
“Think of it like a black market but on the net. It's every paedophiles dream. Some of the things I've seen you can never un-see. You would never want to know the half of it.” Natalie said as Miranda had opened her mouth to ask another question. “If you're still confused I'll give you two words; child auctions. I've seen a baby as young as three months old being sold online.”
Miranda cupped her mouth. This girl was so ridiculously young to be witnessing such horrific things. “Why do you do... all this?”
“I love coding.” Natalie replied. “Been doing it since I was 10. Some of those sites I accidentally stumbled into. I was just so glad I knew how to cover my tracks so no one knew that I had been in those rooms.”
“I have a feeling you're quite the spy.”
“Yes and no. I've hacked the FBI and had a look around but it was pretty boring so then I challenged myself to go even higher and hacked the CIA which was incredibly eye opening. Saw lots of stuff on the Middle East and all that bullshit of innocents being killed by drone strikes. American soldiers being killed by their own people. That type of thing. I tried to get into their other classified documents, you know about 9/11 that sort of thing, but they were unfortunately way above my ability to access them. Maybe someday though. Then I hacked NASA with a friend as we were both dying to find out all we could on aliens but just as we entered one of their classified pages they shut their system down along with ours.”
“What did you do?”
“We were only young still. Freaked out. Unplugged and smashed everything to pieces and brought a whole new system and started again with a whole new backdoor.”
“You never got caught?”
“No. They weren't able to trace our steps, but to be on the safe side we destroyed everything.”
“Better to be safe than sorry.”
“Exactly.” Natalie replied, shutting down the green coding she had been doing and pulled up a ton of different documents. “You can breathe easy again.” She spoke, sitting back and looking quite smug.
Miranda looked closer to see all of the issue which had been lost that was right there on the screen. “Oh my goodness, I don't know how on earth you did all of what you did, but I am forever grateful.”
Natalie laughed. “It was a piece of cake. I've even put a stronger malware and Trojan projection on all the computers but I still think you should keep an eye out on what your employees do on computers that should be for work and only work.”
Miranda's lips curved. Yes, she quite liked this young girl. “You're so very right. Now, what place do you go for all your computer needs? I'll send you a voucher for all your hard work.”
“Oh, I don't do this for rewards.” Natalie responded.
“I wouldn't feel right having you walk out of here without some kind of repayment.” Miranda replied, and insisted the girl tell her all the places she brought from that she would have vouchers made up for and sent to her later.
~*~
Andy looked up grinning at Dylan who walked into the kitchen. She still lived in Doug's place but it was now her place as he had signed the lease over to her because he has u-hauled with his new boyfriend.
“It's so great seeing you!” She spoke and she couldn't help but hug her brother again. “I have to admit that I never thought I'd see the day where you stepped foot in the Big Apple.”
Dylan shrugged. “I thought I should come and see what all the fuss is about… why it has my sister all obsessed.”
“And?”
“And it is pretty impressive.”
Andy grinned. “Wait until you see it at night time!”
“Speaking about night time are you going to come and hit the clubs with me?”
“Are you kidding me?! I'd be crazy to pass up a night out on the town of NYC with my awesome brother!”
At her words Dylan grinned. “I can't wait!” He replied, loving a good night out. He looked at the time. “6:35pm. Time to get our pre-drinking on!”
“You read my mind however I'm surprised you haven't already started.” Andy responded.
“Oh Andy.” Dylan replied, pulling out a flask from the inside of his jacket and then one from his back jeans pocket. “I'm always the life of the party... you should know that!”
“Yes how stupid of me to say those words!” Andy replied, shaking her head as she pulled open the fridge. “We have wine and beer.”
“Beer!”
“Woo-hoo!” Andy said, just like Homer Simpson, pulling out two bottles. “Ah, beer.”
“The cause of and the solution to all of life's problems.” Dylan spoke.
“Expand my brain, learning juice!” Andy laughingly said, clinking her bottle with Dylan's before they took a swig.
“I do have better thoughts when I'm drinking learning juice!” Dylan said in a serious tone.
Andy laughed at those words. “Oh brother, I love you and don't ever change!”
~*~
Miranda was closing the girls' curtains which they had forgotten to shut when she was surprised to see the town car pull up and her lover exiting.
As she walked out of the bedroom her phone buzzed in her hand. “Hi darling.” She softly said as she left Cassidy and Caroline's door open ajar.
“Hi! I know it's late, but I'm out the front.”
“I know, I saw the car from the girls' room.”
“Oh good! You aren't in bed yet!”
“No. I was about to be though I'm glad I won't be crawling in to an empty bed anymore.”
“I'm glad too. I can't wait to hold you.”
Smiling Miranda began making her way down the hall.
“I really need to pee! Are you close to the door?”
Miranda chuckled. “I'm nearly there.” She replied and when she opened the door her lover breezed past.
“Hi hi, I love you!” Andrea said, quickly making her way to the downstairs powder room. “Ahhh that is so much better!” Her lover said a couple minutes later, coming out and pulling her in for a hug, their mouths meeting.
“Hmm... something sour... but also something sweet. Pineapple and Apple maybe?” Miranda asked as they pulled away. It was clear that her lover had been drinking cocktails.
Andrea smirked. “We had lots of different drinks. They were on Danielle. Did you say something to her?”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Not a word. Honestly.”
“I believe you.” Andrea sweetly smiled at her, their lips meeting again. “She would have spent a fortune on us though!”
“Definitely pineapple.”
“Mmm, I remember one of them having pineapple... I don’t remember any of the names.”
Chuckling Miranda took Andrea's hand and they began making their way upstairs to her room. “What did the two of you end up doing? Were you at Danielle's this whole time?” She asked, knowing that the adjourning bar to the chefs WAFFLE HOUSE was open 24/7.
“We decided to check out a few bars in Brooklyn then we went to this night club in Park Slope but we felt way awkward and out of place in there, everyone knew we weren't high class like them, so we came into Manhattan and went to Viva, Ceilo, tried getting into the Sky Room but it was too expensive and then we ended up at Latifah for a little while to meet with Doug who came with us to Danielle's bar where Dylan met his new boyfriend, had cocktails and Dylan picked up yet again.”
“Another waitress?”
“Danielle. He went home with her.”
Miranda's eyes widened. “He's going to get a shock in the morning. She has two children, toddlers.”
“Oh god, I should send him a text to warn him.” Andrea replied. “He's great with kids but at the moment isn't ready for his own and those are his own words because he knows he's still too much like a kid himself.”
“That's why it took me so long.” Miranda replied. “I was never ready. For a long time I didn't think I ever would be until I met Eric, then when the RUNWAY whirlwind settled, we thought... why shouldn’t we at least try? He was big on the idea of children and I realised that the prospect excited me. Then we found out we were having twins and he freaked out yet I remained calm. Had you told me this decades ago I would have laughed. I would have thought it to be me to freak out. But I saw them in the ultra sound picture and I knew how lucky I was.”
“A two in one package.” Andrea commented causing Miranda to heartily laugh as they reached her room, the room in which they have been spending a lot of their time when they haven’t been at the brunette’s apartment.
“Yes, and still to this day I am delighted to have them... happy, healthy and knowing they’ll always have each other.”
“Their friendship is an incredible one.” Andrea replied as she pulled back the duvet, sitting down and took off her shoes and socks. “I remember when I was little wishing that I had a twin. I knew how special that bond would be, and to be able to see it first hand with Cass and Caroline… it’s amazing.” Her lover said, taking off her dress and underwear.
“It's one that can never be explained and can only to be felt by those two individuals.” Miranda responded, turning on her alarm before taking off her robe to reveal her nude body, the brunette's eyes instantly taking her all in.
“Unique.” Andrea replied.
“Indeed.” Miranda replied as they both moved into the bathroom to do their nightly rituals.
Smiling Miranda watched as her lover began brushing her teeth, standing completely nude as well, a sight she would never tire of. “Did you enjoy your night?”
“It was fantastic. I love being around Dylan.”
“You have a wonderful vibe going on when you're together.”
“I know we can be annoying.”
“Nonsense. I found it quite the opposite... amusing. I didn't want to leave for work this afternoon.”
“I didn’t want you to leave either.”
Miranda smiled. “Did you end up having dinner at Danielle’s too?” she asked, pulling out her fake second premolar tooth before beginning to brush the rest.
“Oh, I wouldn't have heard the end of it if we didn't go back there for food.” Andrea laughingly replied around the toothpaste in her mouth. “We had a small waffled Margherita pizza each, and Waffled Bimbimbap.”
“A waffled Bimbimbap?” Miranda asked, eyebrow raised. “That sounds... horrid.”
“It was... different.” Andrea laughingly replied. “Can't say I'd have it again.”
“And Dylan?”
“The same. He continued raving about it and the breakfast we'd had, but I think it was only to impress Danielle.”
“And did he enjoy his night out on the town?”
“Oh for sure! Though it's definitely safe to say that Dylan is a country boy all the way!” Andrea said, spitting out the tooth paste and Miranda did the same. “And I wouldn't want him any differently!”
“I don't have any siblings.” Miranda replied.
“I wouldn't have picked you as an only child.”
Miranda snorted. “That might be so now but you didn't know me when I was younger. My mother wasn't rich so could barely spoil me but somehow I still ended up acting like a spoilt brat. I hated playing with other children because I never wanted to share my toys. I was the loner child of the neighbourhood, no one liked me, and I didn't give a flying toss. I still don't care if somebody doesn't like me.”
“I used to get butt hurt when I found out someone didn't like me, but now I shrug it off.”
“It's better to be like that instead of dwelling on "why don't they like me?" and you definitely aren't a dweller.”
“Oh, I definitely was when it came to you! Trying to figure out what was going on in that head of yours! If I hadn't of had Doug I think I would have gone mental!” Andrea replied.
“And I would have come and found you and rock you back to life.” Miranda replied making the both of them smile widely. “Will Dylan still be here tomorrow?”
“Yeah, he said he'll stick around for another night.”
“Invite him over. We can do lunch, I'm free from 11am to 1:30pm.”
At her words her lover beamed. “I'll let him know!”
“I take it you'll have another day off work?” Miranda queried. She knew Andrea was correct and would efficiently be able to catch up on her work before her print deadline.
“Yeah, Bryan is pretty lax especially when I told him my long-lost brother appeared and we had to catch up.” Andrea laughingly said.
“You didn't actually say that?”
“I did!” Andrea covered her face, giggling. “He believed me!”
“You devil!”
“What! It's not like he'll ever know the truth!”
Miranda chuckled, shaking her head. “Your long-lost brother. Oh darling, you're one of a kind.”
“Your one and only.” Andrea murmured, pushing herself into her, their mouths meeting once again.
“Mmm yes.” She softly moaned.
“I haven't been out clubbing that long in ages. I forgot how tiring it is.” Andrea said, yawning.
“You wouldn't know it though. You're glowing and exquisite as always.”
“You're so full of it!” Andrea grinned, nudging her, cheeks flushing.
“Am not!”
“Thank you. You're way too kind.” Andrea responded.
“Only for you, my darling.” Miranda replied, kissing again.
“Mmm, however I'm not too tired for you." Andrea replied, beginning to kiss her way down her body, kneeling on the tiles.
"Ohhh!" Miranda gasped, gripping the edge of the basin, her body instinctively pushing into Andrea's talented mouth. "I love you so much!"
The brunette chuckled heartily. "And I love you."
~*~
They woke up at 4:15am to Andrea's vibrating phone.
Groaning in annoyance her lover reached out blindly for the ringing device. “Someone better have died!” She growled into the phone.
Dylan laughed on the other end. “Didn't you know, I'm like Batman... I'm untouchable!”
“How on earth can you be this cheery at nearly 4:30 in the friggen morning?” Andrea asked, not at all impressed.
“Booze and a good greasy feed of Micky D's.”
Andrea sighed. “Why do I have a feeling you're going to drag me out of bed?” She questioned, rolling over to face her. “I'm sorry.” Her lover mouthed.
Miranda waved the words away. She had only been dosing anyway having woken up at 3:30 thinking she heard one of the girls calling out, but to go in to see they were snuggled up together sound asleep, and she hadn't been able to fully fall back into slumber from then.
“I'm lost!” Dylan replied. “Though she told me Central Park isn't far. Is that close to you guys?”
“Kind of.”
“Just tell him to get into a taxi.” Miranda whispered.
“Miranda says to just get into a taxi and she'll pay the driver because we don't want you using that hard earned money...”
Dylan sighed. “You know I don't like leaning on people like this.”
Miranda's lips curled. The trait Andrea has, of not wanting to use other's money, seems to run in the family.
“However I am going to need to pass out soon. I didn't get much sleep.”
“I can imagine.”
“And when I did get some sleep I get woken up at 4am to the sensation of feeling like I'm on a boat due to these kids jumping up and down on the bed! Turns out Danielle has children! Like what the fuck... why do all the hot ones have children?!”
“I'm not sure.” Andrea responded, yawning again.
“Anyway, she quickly kicked me out five minutes later when she informed me that her husband would be on his way home soon!”
Husband? Miranda was surprised by these words. “I didn't know she was married!” She vocally said.
“It's an open marriage but apparently he still would have ripped my head off if he came home to see me there while the kids were there.”
“That's crazy.” Andrea said.
“I know, I'm so shitty! She would have been a keeper!” Dylan replied, sighing. “I guess it's a good thing though. It would have been a huge upheaval for me to leave home.”
“You're a home body.” Andrea smiled. “I could never see you living anywhere else.”
“That's the way I'll always be and whoever I eventually settle with will have to deal with that.”
“Because you're building your dream house on the land behind Mom and Dad when you become rich and famous with your business.”
“You've got that right!”
Of all the conversations they had yesterday Miranda had forgotten to ask what Dylan did for work. Her curiosity rose as she heard he ran his own business. Interesting... she couldn't wait to ask him about that.
“I see a taxi! Do I really just wave him or her over like in the movies?”
Andrea chuckled. “Yes, that's what you do.”
“Okay, so what's the address again?”
“I told you three times last night!” Andrea sighed.
“I know, but I kept getting distracted by Dani! Tell me again seeing as you wouldn't write it down for me...”
~*~
Deciding it was better that they just got up ten minutes later Miranda got in the shower to get ready for her day whilst her lover waited downstairs for Dylan.
Fifteen minutes later though he still hadn't arrived but as Miranda was exiting the house for the town car the taxi was pulling up.
“Good morning!” Dylan brightly said, looking up at the sky. “What a wonderful morning it is!”
Andrea walked out from the house laughing at her brother. “You're still way too cheerful for this time of morning.”
“Nope, no such thing as being too cheerful this time of morning. Look around you! It's glorious weather!”
Dylan did have a point. The weather was beginning to warm up and the sky, still dark, was cloudfree. He then looked up at her home.
“I must have entered a fairy-tale land!”
“Thanks for getting him here safely.” Andrea said, handing over a wad of cash to the driver before the yellow car drove off.
“Here I thought Danielle's house was to die for! This is just... holy moly! I've got no words!”
“That's how I was the first time!” Andrea spoke.
“You've won the jackpot.” Dylan whispered, putting an arm around Andrea. “Wait! Where are you going?” He asked, turning them around to stare at her.
“Work is never ending!”
“Ah come on! Surely one day off won't hurt!”
“That's not how the fashion world works, honey.” Andrea laughingly replied.
“That's shit!”
“I enjoy it, that's when my employees aren't making me want to pull my hair out, and it allows me to live in a home like this.”
“And have a villa in the South of France!” Dylan commented.
“That's not as big as I'm sure you're imagining.” Miranda replied as the siblings began making their way to the door. “If you haven't made any plans for lunch we'll go to Pastis.”
“Sounds fancy!”
“It is. I think you'll thoroughly enjoy it.” Miranda replied, opening the car door.
“We're looking forward to it!” Dylan responded, nearly tripping over the front steps.
“Time to get you to bed!” Andrea firmly said.
Chuckling they shared a quick look at each other, both smiling, before she entered the car and began her journey to work hoping that the traffic wasn't busy.
~*~
Andy walked downstairs and into the kitchen to fix Dylan up a glass of juice and two Advil's however when she made her way back upstairs she found her brother passed out on the entertainment room couch.
Laughing softly she placed the glass and two pills on the coffee table in front of him, moved to the end of the couch and pulled down the thin blanket to cover Dylan. “Love you baby brother.” She whispered, kissing his forehead before walking out of the room, flicking the lights out, the curtains already closed and encasing the room into darkness.
Yawning she too went back to bed for a few more hours, cuddling Miranda's pillow as she slept.
~*~
A Few Hours Later.
“There she is! Good morning sunshine!” Dylan said, looking up from where he sat at the kitchen counter, holding out his mug of coffee which she gladly took. "You need this!"
“Only thanks to you for waking me up at 4:15 and making me have a shitful sleep when I got back into bed… I feel like I have overslept and have a headache!” Andy growled as she sipped the coffee, nearly blanching at the strong taste of whisky. “Dylan!”
“You know what they say... hair of the dog, it works wonders.” Dylan winked at her.
Shrugging Andy downed more of the coffee. At least it meant she would be in bed earlier tonight. “You know I don't make a habit of day drinking but just this once.”
Dylan grinned at her words.
~*~
Half an hour later at 11:13 Miranda walked into the kitchen in all her glory.
“Sorry I'm late.” Her lover said, kissing her quickly, moving past Dylan and squeezing his arm. “There's a bad accident around the corner. We had to be diverted.”
“Not to worry.” Andy replied as she continued cutting up bell peppers and a bit of onion.
“What is all this?” Miranda asked after sipping some PELLEGRINO. “Are we not going to Pastis?” she asked, pulling out her phone to cancel the table.
“Dylan thought he’d cook brunch instead.”
“You're cooking brunch too!” Dylan spoke.
“I've hardly done anything.” Andy laughed as Dylan began whisking six eggs with a hint of salt and pepper. “I hope you're in the mood for eggs again?”
“I know I don't have the accent anymore, but I'm English. I'm always in the mood for eggs.”
The Sachs grinned at her words turning to look at each other. “English? Who needs that? I'm never going to England!” They chorused.
Miranda raised an eyebrow at them. “Another TV quote?!”
“Homer Simpson. We love him!” Andy laughingly explained.
“Let's face it! We love all of The Simpson’s characters.” Dylan said.
“That is true.” Andy replied, her brother turning back to her lover.
“I didn't realise you were originally from England?” Dylan asked.
“Born and bred.” Miranda replied, picking up one of the chopped cherry tomatoes.
Dylan smiled. “Where abouts?”
“Cornwall. The lower class side.”
“Us Sachs have always wanted to go to England, isn't that right.” Dylan said, turning to Andy.
“That's right!” Andy beamed.
“Really?” Miranda asked.
“Really, really.”
Miranda smirked. “Maybe I can help that dream become a reality someday.”
“Oh man! Look what you've done!” Andy looked to Dylan. “You've put another thought in her mind about what she can do with her money!”
Dylan bit his lip, putting the whisked eggs into a small frying pan. “She's a grown woman! She'll do what she wants with her money!”
“Thank you, Dylan!” Miranda responded. “That I will!”
Andy rolled her eyes as her lover's arms went around her waist whilst Dylan's back was turned. God, she's so beautiful. Beyond perfect! Without being able to help herself she captured those delectable lips with her own and was glad that Miranda reciprocated without caring they weren't alone.
Miranda cleared her throat once they pulled apart and she watched her lover run her fingers through that magnificent iconic hair. “I'll take the two of you out to dinner tonight then.”
Dylan shrugged. “I guess, but it would be easier to cook food here. I noticed your freezer is packed! We might as well start using some instead of wasting more money.”
“Time and money enjoyed wasted was not wasted at all.” Miranda responded pointedly.
Andy smirked. “Still, I think Dylan has a point, and he's a great cook!”
“I don’t doubt it!” Miranda replied, they kissed once more before her lover began helping set the small table by the back windows that looked out to the cute little garden.
~*~
“That was by far the best scrambled eggs I've ever had!” Miranda said, feeling completely satisfied.
The Sachs beamed at her.
I wonder what he'll have up his sleeve for tonight? She wondered, feeling anticipation for the evening.
“What was this I heard about you running your own business?” She questioned as Dylan finished his own breakfast.
“Dylan has his own motorbike restoration business. He gets old bikes brought in and he whips them into brand new bikes. I don't know how he does it but he does and he's very impressive.” Andrea said, grinning and looking from her to Dylan. “You've built it up from being a backyard shed to a great little budding business. He even got a mention on the American Restoration TV show!”
Miranda smiled at how proudly Andrea spoke about her brother. “I've never been a fan of motorbikes, but I think it's absolutely wonderful you have your own business that is excelling. How many bikes do you restore and sell monthly?”
Dylan answered her question with an impressive figure - sometimes up to five thousand each month. “They're great bikes. Fucking amazing, sorry for the French, but at the end of the day they're only worth a couple thousand once restored. Except for the one I rode down for this rich guy, Garry Peterson.”
“Peterson?” Miranda raised an eyebrow. “That's Susan's husband!”
“Who’s Susan?” The Sachs asked her.
“She's an annoying Hampton's socialite who looks after Cassidy and Caroline's horses.” Miranda explained. She doesn’t experience many of these 'small world moments' so it always took her by surprise when it happened.
“He rang me up, sent me the parts and then paid for me to ride it down to him, and he’s paying me to fly back home… even offered to pay for my accommodation before I told him my sister lives here.” Dylan spoke. “It's crazy! I've never had such a client before! It was an older bike too and the bikes I normally do-up aren't old... like unique old, old motorbikes. I do have a few but I'll never sell them.”
“They're Grampa’s.” Andrea commented, placing a hand over her chest. “May he be resting in peace.”
Miranda squeezed Andrea's thigh which her hand was resting on. “And is he who inspired your passion for motorbikes?”
“Oh hell yeah! Every weekend I'd be out in the exact shed I am in every weekend helping him.”
“He was the cutest little mechanic.” Andrea said, roughing up Dylan's hair.
“Hey! I still am cute!” Dylan responded.
“Kind of.” Andrea laughingly said, nudging her brother.
“Old or new, there is always someone who is wanting a new bike and I'm the guy in Cincy to come to!”
Miranda smiled. “Sounds like a lucrative business.”
“I'm getting there...”
“Slowly but surely.” Andrea chimed in, beaming. “This amazing guy here works incredibly hard every single day! Though I'm glad you've taken a break and come to finally visit your big sister!”
“I've enjoyed myself so far and meeting you, Miranda, has been unexpected but delightful. I can see why Andy has fallen in love... not for the material things and this extraordinary house but for you... you're one of a kind. The rest of the family are gonna love you!”
Miranda could only hope those words will be true. “I've had a delightful time too however I must be getting back to work.”
“Already?” Andrea frowned.
“I've pushed up the CHANEL shoot for 2pm.”
“Awww okay.” Andrea replied.
“And tonight dinner will be brought to you by your one of a kind, one and only and her hot shot brother!” Dylan winked.
Miranda heartily laughed at those words. “No no, you're both one of a kind.”
Dylan then surprised her by quickly getting up and passing her bag to her like a true gentleman.
“Thank you.” She smiled, looking to Andrea. “I'm looking forward to dinner.”
Dylan nudged her. “We're gonna cook you up a storm! Aren't we, sis?”
“You betcha!” Andrea winked.
Licking her lips Miranda turned around and began to leave the room.
“Oi! Aren't you forgetting something?”
At her lover's words Miranda turned back around, smirking as she watched Andrea roll her eyes and come over to kiss her.
“You should know the rule by now!” Andrea firmly told her.
Miranda smirked. “Ooops. Sorry.”
“Hmmm, I'll let you off without punishment this time.” Andrea softly replied.
Chuckling at Andrea's words she turned back around. “I'll see you tonight.”
“That you will, gorgeous.” Andrea replied before she reached the front door. “That you will.”
Smiling Miranda exited and wasn't at all annoyed at the posy of reporters out the front who continued to yell the same old questions about Eric. They'll never get it through their heads that they're wasting their time when they could be running after another NYC celebrity.
Sighing Miranda sat back in the car, closed her eyes and hoped that the rest of the day would go smoothly so she could get home on time for what she knew would be another amazingly cooked meal by the talented Sachs siblings.
~*~
When she returned back home later that evening at 8pm due to her scheduling being messed up by the new assistant she is greeted by delicious aromas floating down the hall way.
Walking down to the kitchen she found it to be empty but heard the laughter of the siblings outside in the backyard.
This surprised her, she has barely used that backyard, and last she knew the door was stuck closed and wouldn't budge.
With an eager curiosity she walked to the French doors and exited the house onto the back veranda where she found Andrea and Dylan enjoying a couple of beers whilst the handsome young man kept an eye on the cooking chicken, which she noticed and caused her eyes to widen and mouth to salivate, upon seeing it rotating on a rotisserie. “I don't own a rotisserie.” Was all she could think to say.
“I whipped it up from a few things I found in your garden shed." Dylan replied, shrugging as if it was no big deal.
Those words she hadn't been expecting. It looked like the rotisserie had been brought from a shopping mall as she accepted a beer from Dylan.
As she continued watching the whole chicken cook she was extremely impressed. “A man of many talents. I like that." she responded and she thought this even more so once she tasted the perfectly seasoned chicken.
“It's been a long time that I've had chicken this good!” Miranda replied, even going as far to have a small second serve. “I think I'm going to have to hire you as my next chef when Cara retires next year.”
Dylan laughed at her words as he continued eating dinner where they sat outside.
“She's being serious.” Andrea commented.
“If you want a change of scenery even if for a short while the offer will be there.” Miranda replied, really enjoying Dylan's company.
“Wow, I... sure... if I ever get bored!” Dylan responded.
Andrea beamed at her. She winked in return.
“Though I'm pretty sure it would be hard to pry him away from his bikes for too long.” Her lover chimed in. “You definitely inherited a lot of gramps' genes! The drinking one of them!” The long haired brunette laughingly said.
“We all got that gene. Thanks Gramps!” Dylan said, looking heavenward. “I remember that one Christmas you drank a whole Jack Daniel's bottle yourself.”
Miranda’s eyes widened.
“Yes, and I couldn't get out of bed two days straight. Never. Again. But that was a Christmas to never forget.”
“Well... I could easily forget what happened with Harrison.” Dylan responded.
“Harrison is a dickhead. You need to learn to ignore what he says. How else do you think I sit there listening to his crap?”
“He deserved to be punched and I’ll punch him again if he ever says shit like that to me again!”
Miranda’s eyebrow raised. This conversation had turned very differently and she was curious.
“I don't have a violent bone in my body but when it comes to our brother sometimes I just want to... Homer Simpson style strangle him.” Dylan continued.
“As much as I agree he deserved to be punched, hell I want to punch him often when he doesn't learn to keep his trap shut, but I know you know you could have handled that situation better which didn't end up with the two of you with black eyes.”
“But you know how much he fires me up!”
“Because he wants you to bite back!”
“He's a sicko who gets off on it!”
“Yeah, and you need to ignore him, tell him to fuck off and whatever else, then walk away. The sun comes up and it's a new day.”
“He thinks I'm an immature fuckhead who is going nowhere in life and loves picking and picking at me like a scab every god damn chance he gets! I can't deal with it! Having him constantly on my back! That's what I have a mom for!”
“That's why maybe if you act differently around him-“
“I would if he wasn't such an arrogant maggot thinking his shit don't stink because he has this fancy ass job because he makes the most sales each month… that he's better than the rest of us!”
“That's just how he is! You've just gotta deal with it, build a wall and get over it like I've had to! He's our brother at the end of the day, and yes he's a jerk, but show him more maturity and maybe just maybe he might get off your back.”
“Sorry to chime in, but it sounds to me that's why he likes working you up, he thinks you need to pick up your act, be the mature "shit don't stink" type of guy like he is.”
Andrea cupped her mouth, laughing. “Did the Miranda Priestly really just say shit don't stink?”
Miranda rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I'm a little drunk.” Andrea added, as she finished the rest of her champagne. “You’re very true with what you said.” Her lover said, looking pointedly to Dylan who sighed. The older brunette sat back and yawned. "You've taken it out of me, little brother!"
“Don’t tell me you’re going to bed yet… the nights still young!” Dylan chimed in, standing and walking to the fridge. “Mind if I have a look?”
“By all means. Help yourself. There's plenty of food in the pantry and countless leftovers in the second freezer box which is up in the butler’s pantry.” Miranda replied, pointing her fingers to the floor above them.
“And no, we are not going to bed just yet.” Andrea responded as the double door fridge was pulled open.
~*~
A Little While Later.
“Well shit! This is like every food lover’s dream!” Dylan said, looking around the butler’s pantry that was big enough to be a bedroom. “You're definitely set if some kind of nuclear or contagion bomb went off.”
“My first husband, Eric the fraud, set this up. He's right into the whole Doomsday Prepping.” Miranda explained.
“It's a good way to be.” Dylan responded, picking up item after item. “The world is a crazy place. FEMA has been acting suspiciously down our way. I can tell it's their vehicles but they're unmarked and they're carrying these trailer loads of large plastic type containers, they look like they could be make-shift coffins that would be deep enough to fit at least four people inside.”
“Yeah, you were telling me about this a couple months ago and they're taking them to empty fields where there are thousands of them just stacked there.” Andrea spoke.
“Makes you wonder why they’re there… what are they doing? Are they're getting ready for a disaster they know that's about to happen or a potential disaster?” Dylan questioned.
“I guess we'll know when something happens.” Andrea responded.
“The way the two of you are speaking you'll like to know that the girls and I have a bunker beneath the basement.” Miranda chimed in.
The Sachs' eyes widened at her words. “You're serious?” Andrea asked.
“Very much so. When Eric found out that underneath the house is an old subway line he was giddy with excitement.”
“You do realise you're going to have to show him now.” Andrea said, putting an arm around her.
Looking into Andrea’s eyes she could see the excitement that was evident on Dylan's face in her lovers brown eyes. “Follow me then.”
They began exiting the room but not before Dylan spied something. “Truffles! I've always wanted to try truffles!”
“If you're still here tomorrow at lunch time I'll have Cara prepare a meal with some.”
Dylan couldn't believe his ears from the look on his face. “I always knew you had the lucky streak in the family!” He said, looking to Andrea. “Look where you get to live and the food you get to eat!”
Andrea bit her lip at those words but as they turned to look at each other they realised that they did practically live together.
Since Andrea came back from California they have only been apart one night and it was a sleepless night for the both of them. Not to mention this whole time she has seen her home as Andrea's home.
As she walked them down through the basement and into her bunker she realised it was time to give Andrea a key, to make it official.
“Oh holy mother of...!” Dylan trailed off, looking around in awe.
“This is...” Andrea also trailed off.
“Over the top.” Miranda continued for them. “Ridiculous... a panic room we'll never need to use.”
“Never say never!” Dylan firmly said, picking up an old Soviet Union gas mask, putting it on. “How do I look?”
Andrea heartily laughed. “Take it off before you suffocate, meathead!”
Grinning Dylan took it off and hung it back up. “Can I...” he trailed off, pointing around the corner at the back.
“Of course.” Miranda responded watching as he practically skipped away with excitement.
“You're definitely full of surprises, darling.” Andrea said, turning into her, putting those long slender arms around her neck.
“Like I said, this wasn't my doing.”
“You allowed him to do it which means you might have that small sliver of worry that something could happen.”
Miranda rolled her eyes. “I was simply humouring him.” She replied however they both knew that she was glad she was prepared for a possible outbreak of something or other.
“Oh my god! You even have an old Subway car down here!” Dylan's voice was heard. “It's your little security camera area! So cool!”
“That's due to incidents with hard-core fans in the past coming to the house, a few of them having gotten inside. Now I have the highest security system money can buy.” She explained.
“I did see someone hanging around across the street the other day.” Andrea responded.
“Oh yes.” Miranda rolled her eyes, he had been an incredibly flamboyant gay man who had gotten fed up trying to meet her other ways. “As stalkerish as that comes across it happens often and they're harmless. They're fans that think the only way they can meet me is by hanging around the house when they aren't hanging around Elias-Clarke. Of all the events and benefits I attend throughout the weeks they don't think to do some actual research and find what public places I'll be at.”
“To be fair though you aren't always approachable at those events.” Andrea commented.
Miranda smirked. “You have a point, but I always do try to make time for the genuine fans.”
“It must get annoying though… people hanging around, trying to figure out who is genuine and who isn’t...” Andrea responded.
Miranda shrugged. “It comes with the job, I knew that. It's something I've had to get used to. As long as they don't actually come up to the house or pester the girls and the neighbours I don't have a problem.”
“You're an amazing person." Andrea said, leaning into her. "I love you.” she said, and they kissed before Dylan interrupted them.
“Look! I'm an old Soviet Union soldier!” Dylan spoke, wearing an old hazmat suit and also wielding a gun from that era. “Get down! We're under attack!” He drunkenly yelled, dropping to the floor.
The laughter that escaped her lover's mouth was absolutely wonderful, bubbling up with so much joy and love for her brother.
“You're such an idiot!” Andrea yelled.
“A loveable idiot!” Dylan responded, checking out the shot gun in closer details where he still lay on the carpet. “It's a fine piece, this.”
“They're Eric's pride and joy. I'm not sure he'd like that you're touching them.” Miranda replied causing Dylan to look worried. She laughed. “Not that I care anymore. He's done his dash with me! Touch whatever you like in here! It was his problem to leave most of it here in the first place.”
“Come and play dress up with me!” Dylan said to Andrea who bit her lip.
“Go on.” Miranda said, knowing how much her lover wanted to.
“Really?”
Miranda smiled. “Yes, really, I'll go up and get my camera. The girls will think it's hilariously great.”
“They should be here.” Andrea said over her shoulder as she joined her brother.
Smiling again at how her lover was always thinking of including the girls Miranda began walking back upstairs. She loved seeing Dylan walk out in that vintage hazmat suit and the idea of Andrea dressing up also was too good that she had to photograph this moment. Not to mention she also wanted to rub it in Eric's face. She knew it was petty but she couldn't help herself.
~*~
Later.
“Is Andy there?” Caroline asked.
Smiling Miranda nodded. “Andrea is most certainly here. We also have an unexpected visitor who came yesterday.”
“Who?! We never have visitors!” Cassidy responded.
“Andrea's brother, Dylan. He's very lovely. I think the two of you will think he's awesome.”
The girls grinned at her. “If he’s as fun and cool as Andy then we sure will, won’t we Cass?” Caroline said.
“Defo!” Cassidy responded.
As if knowing he was being spoken about Dylan wandered on in with Andrea right behind him.
“You know how in the Special Olympics they give out medals just for showing up?” Andrea asked.
“How many times do I have to tell you to quit comparing our relationship to the Special Olympics?” Dylan responded in his best Marge Simpson voice.
“That was the greatest Marge voice ever!” The twins chimed in, cutting off whatever Andrea was going to say next.
“Who is that?” Dylan whispered.
“Cassidy and Caroline.”
Dylan's eyes widened and he quickly went into view of the laptop.
“You must be the famous Dylan Andy is always talking about!”
“The famous Dylan?” He spoke, turning to Andrea. “Oh, you're teaching them well!”
Miranda grinned, and moved from her desk chair so Dylan could sit and have a quick chat.
“Your mom just showed us your awesome bunker room!” Dylan excitedly said.
“How cool is it! It's like we have our own museum!” Cassidy responded.
“Andy and I dressed up in some of the old hazmat suits!” Dylan announced.
“No!” Caroline's mouth dropped open. “Dad will flip!” Cassidy added.
“That's what your Mom said but she still took a photo.” Andrea spoke.
The girls began laughing. “We can't wait to see it!”
“How long are you in Manhattan for?” Caroline asked.
“I'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon some time.” Dylan replied, instantly the girls frowned.
“Damn! We won't be able to meet you in person!”
“You guys will have to come to the Homestead!” Dylan suggested, looking up at her.
Miranda nodded. “That would be wonderful!” She replied, but work these next several weeks were going to be hectic. What's new there though?
“So, tell me about the two of you!” Dylan excitedly asked.
The girls chattered away just as excitedly for a few moments.
“And what do you think you'll do career wise?”
“I'm going to be a pilot like my Daddy.” Caroline replied. “A pilot Dad knows says Life's easier in the air"
“Really?” Dylan asked. “What kind of plane do you want to fly?”
“I want to go into the Air Force for a few years. I'm going to fly fighter jets, and then I'll eventually get into working for a commercial airline like Daddy.”
“And I'm going to study medicine.” Cassidy said. “I want to be a Paramedic. I love being adventurous, Dad takes us hiking a few times each year, and so I might eventually become an Air Rescue Paramedic.”
“Wow!” Dylan was stunned. “You're so young yet you so clearly know what your plans are for the future. That's wicked!”
They spoke for a little while longer until Cara was heard in the background telling them that they should be in bed.
“Have a great rest of your stay!” Dylan said.
“You too! Was great talking to you Dylan!” The twins chorused.
Miranda sat back down. “I love the two of you so very much. Make sure you text me throughout the day letting me know how your adventures are going, but for now… get some more sleep.” she replied, her girls having called her because they couldn’t sleep and wanted to say goodnight.
“I will!” Both girls chorused. “Love you too, mommy!”
They then disconnected the SKYPE video call.
“They're wonderful kids.” Dylan said as he stood back up. “You're definitely good with them and have raised them exceptionally, Mama Priestly.” He added and even went as far as to kiss her on the cheek.
Oh my, what a charmer!
“You're so sucky!” Andrea said before she could say anything.
Chuckling Miranda thanked Dylan. “Now should we go down the hall for a night cap before bed?”
“Sounds great to me!” Dylan responded as they exited the room.
~*~
“Oh. Em. Gee!”
Miranda looked over her shoulder from the drinks trolley at her lover's familiar exited phrase. Andrea's eyes were glued to her laptop screen she was checking her emails on whilst Dylan used the bathroom. “What is it?”
“I have an email from the NEW YORKER. They've noticed my work in RUNWAY and AUTO UNIVERSE and want me to come in for an interview.” Andrea said, sounding like she couldn't believe it. “Oh my god!”
“Oh, darling! I am so happy for you!” Miranda said, putting down the bottle of whisky and went over to her lover to embrace her. She loved knowing she had been able to help get Andrea's writing noticed like this.
“What happened? What have I missed out on?” Dylan asked as he entered the room off of the dining area.
“I have an interview with the NEW YORKER!” Andrea loudly said, beginning to jump up and down.
“Oh shit, Andy! That is the greatest news!” Dylan replied, jumping around with her also.
“Oh my god! I have to call Doug!” Andrea said a few seconds later picking up her phone. “You'll never believe what I'm about to tell you...”
Chuckling as she could hear Doug freaking out on the other end and squealing his excitement, Miranda went over to the bar and pulled out a fancier bottle of whisky to celebrate with her lover who she knew would get the job. Oh, I am so proud of her! Her heart swelled with so much happiness as Andrea continued chatting excitedly and jumping around the room.
~*~
“I didn't forget what you said about Harrison.” Dylan slurred as Andy put him to bed. “I can't and won’t promise anything but I will try to ignore how he is and be a more mature person around him when he fires me up.”
“Good thankfully though he doesn't fire you up often. It's only when you've both had too much to drink and he barely drinks.”
“Normally it's when he gets his hands on my pot. It turns him into a completely different person. I thought it would mellow him out hence why I gave him some in the first place.” Dylan said as he kicked off the duvet. “I'm not even tired. Why are we going to bed?!”
“Because the nights not young anymore! It's nearly 12:30 in the morning and Miranda and I have to be up at 6 o'clock.”
“You two are no fun then!” Dylan said, pouting at the both of them, Miranda standing in the door way.
“Good night, Dylan, it's been an enjoyable night.” Her lover said.
“We're doing it again! Next time at the Homestead.” Dylan responded.
“Yes, I'm definitely looking forward to it. We'll work something out in the next couple of months.”
Smiling Andy pulled the duvet off the floor and put it in reaching distance for Dylan. “Nighty night.” She said, kissing his cheek.
“Night Andy!” Dylan said, smiling as his eyes drooped shut.
She hadn't even reached the door when he started snoring.
“So much for not being tired.” Miranda laughed.
Andy smiled. “Typical Dylan.” She replied, covering a yawn, her own head buzzing from too much alcohol. She knew she would be feeling it later this morning.
They entered the bathroom in the master suite and did their nightly rituals albeit much faster than normal before crawling into bed.
“I hope you don't think we're this violent dysfunctional family after what you heard about how Harrison and Dylan can act. They have had several punch ups, but they're good people.” Andy said, settling down on her pillow.
“Oh darling, I never once judged. All families have their problems and it's not my place to point and comment when, hell, my past with my family is not a pleasant one.”
“Did you want to talk about it?” Andy questioned, tracing her fingers along Miranda’s cheek.
Miranda smiled, cupping her face. “It's a story for another day not to mention I don't enjoy talking about it, but one day when the time is right, I will tell you.”
“I believe you, and it's okay if you never do if it really is that hard to even think about.” Andy replied, rolling onto her stomach and laying her right arm over Miranda as their mouths connected. “I really, really want to eat you out right now, but my eyes are waaaay too heavy.”
A shot of arousal went through her at those words but she nodded. “I am exactly the same. This is the latest I've sat up drinking in a long time.”
“I'm sorry.” Andy murmured, kissing Miranda once more, eyes already closing.
“No no, it’s been one of the best nights I've ever had.”
“The best night?” Andy asked, opening her eyes and raising an eyebrow.
“Well...” Miranda licked her lips. “The best night ever was when we first made love.” She whispered, continuing. “However tonight... tonight was incredible. I've never had that much fun, genuine fun, with two incredibly talented people in such a long time.”
Andy smiled widely.
“It's a night I will always cherish.” Miranda whispered, kissing her soundly. “Just like how I will always cherish you.”
“Oh Miranda.” Andy whispered, staring into those gorgeous blues. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my darling, and I love Dylan too.”
“Oooh, should I be worried?!” Andy asked, smirking and sticking her tongue out, waggling her eyebrows.
Miranda threw her head back, mouth opening to release a hearty laugh.
“I'm very funny, aren't I?!” Andy asked before yawning. God, I’m drunk!
They looked back into each other’s eyes and her lover spoke. “Yes darling, you're very funny.”
“Mmm.” Andy hummed, chuckling softly as she kissed Miranda once more before laying her head back down on her pillow. “Sleepy time.”
“Indeed. What will Dylan want for breakfast?” Miranda asked as she turned off the lamp and the room illuminated in soft, dim hues from her lover's ceiling night lights.
“Oh don't worry about that meathead!” Andy laughed as she ran her bare foot up and down Miranda's leg. “He won't be awake until at least midday and he'll fend for himself.”
“Hmm, okay.” Miranda replied, those gorgeous blues also beginning to droop. She smiled when her lover leaned forward to kiss her good night.
“Nighty night, my beautiful Miranda.”
Miranda smiled beautifully, albeit sleepily, at her. “Good night, my darling Andrea.” And with those words they both drifted into much needed slumber.
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~*~
A Little While Later.
With wide eyes Miranda watched as Natalie's hands flew over the keyboard typing what to her looked to be gibberish nonsense of all different codes whatever the hell that meant.
“You've got some serious malware on the system.” Natalie spoke. “I think it's safe to say that while you aren't around people are getting up to no good on the computers.”
“You mean...”
“Sex sites. Possibly even the dark web.”
“The dark web?”
“Think of it like a black market but on the net. It's every paedophiles dream. Some of the things I've seen you can never un-see. You would never want to know the half of it.” Natalie said as Miranda had opened her mouth to ask another question. “If you're still confused I'll give you two words; child auctions. I've seen a baby as young as three months old being sold online.”
Miranda cupped her mouth. This girl was so ridiculously young to be witnessing such horrific things. “Why do you do... all this?”
“I love coding.” Natalie replied. “Been doing it since I was 10. Some of those sites I accidentally stumbled into. I was just so glad I knew how to cover my tracks so no one knew that I had been in those rooms.”
“I have a feeling you're quite the spy.”
“Yes and no. I've hacked the FBI and had a look around but it was pretty boring so then I challenged myself to go even higher and hacked the CIA which was incredibly eye opening. Saw lots of stuff on the Middle East and all that bullshit of innocents being killed by drone strikes. American soldiers being killed by their own people. That type of thing. I tried to get into their other classified documents, you know about 9/11 that sort of thing, but they were unfortunately way above my ability to access them. Maybe someday though. Then I hacked NASA with a friend as we were both dying to find out all we could on aliens but just as we entered one of their classified pages they shut their system down along with ours.”
“What did you do?”
“We were only young still. Freaked out. Unplugged and smashed everything to pieces and brought a whole new system and started again with a whole new backdoor.”
“You never got caught?”
“No. They weren't able to trace our steps, but to be on the safe side we destroyed everything.”
“Better to be safe than sorry.”
“Exactly.” Natalie replied, shutting down the green coding she had been doing and pulled up a ton of different documents. “You can breathe easy again.” She spoke, sitting back and looking quite smug.
Miranda looked closer to see all of the issue which had been lost that was right there on the screen. “Oh my goodness, I don't know how on earth you did all of what you did, but I am forever grateful.”
Natalie laughed. “It was a piece of cake. I've even put a stronger malware and Trojan projection on all the computers but I still think you should keep an eye out on what your employees do on computers that should be for work and only work.”
Miranda's lips curved. Yes, she quite liked this young girl. “You're so very right. Now, what place do you go for all your computer needs? I'll send you a voucher for all your hard work.”
“Oh, I don't do this for rewards.” Natalie responded.
“I wouldn't feel right having you walk out of here without some kind of repayment.” Miranda replied, and insisted the girl tell her all the places she brought from that she would have vouchers made up for and sent to her later.
~*~
Andy looked up grinning at Dylan who walked into the kitchen. She still lived in Doug's place but it was now her place as he had signed the lease over to her because he has u-hauled with his new boyfriend.
“It's so great seeing you!” She spoke and she couldn't help but hug her brother again. “I have to admit that I never thought I'd see the day where you stepped foot in the Big Apple.”
Dylan shrugged. “I thought I should come and see what all the fuss is about… why it has my sister all obsessed.”
“And?”
“And it is pretty impressive.”
Andy grinned. “Wait until you see it at night time!”
“Speaking about night time are you going to come and hit the clubs with me?”
“Are you kidding me?! I'd be crazy to pass up a night out on the town of NYC with my awesome brother!”
At her words Dylan grinned. “I can't wait!” He replied, loving a good night out. He looked at the time. “6:35pm. Time to get our pre-drinking on!”
“You read my mind however I'm surprised you haven't already started.” Andy responded.
“Oh Andy.” Dylan replied, pulling out a flask from the inside of his jacket and then one from his back jeans pocket. “I'm always the life of the party... you should know that!”
“Yes how stupid of me to say those words!” Andy replied, shaking her head as she pulled open the fridge. “We have wine and beer.”
“Beer!”
“Woo-hoo!” Andy said, just like Homer Simpson, pulling out two bottles. “Ah, beer.”
“The cause of and the solution to all of life's problems.” Dylan spoke.
“Expand my brain, learning juice!” Andy laughingly said, clinking her bottle with Dylan's before they took a swig.
“I do have better thoughts when I'm drinking learning juice!” Dylan said in a serious tone.
Andy laughed at those words. “Oh brother, I love you and don't ever change!”
~*~
Miranda was closing the girls' curtains which they had forgotten to shut when she was surprised to see the town car pull up and her lover exiting.
As she walked out of the bedroom her phone buzzed in her hand. “Hi darling.” She softly said as she left Cassidy and Caroline's door open ajar.
“Hi! I know it's late, but I'm out the front.”
“I know, I saw the car from the girls' room.”
“Oh good! You aren't in bed yet!”
“No. I was about to be though I'm glad I won't be crawling in to an empty bed anymore.”
“I'm glad too. I can't wait to hold you.”
Smiling Miranda began making her way down the hall.
“I really need to pee! Are you close to the door?”
Miranda chuckled. “I'm nearly there.” She replied and when she opened the door her lover breezed past.
“Hi hi, I love you!” Andrea said, quickly making her way to the downstairs powder room. “Ahhh that is so much better!” Her lover said a couple minutes later, coming out and pulling her in for a hug, their mouths meeting.
“Hmm... something sour... but also something sweet. Pineapple and Apple maybe?” Miranda asked as they pulled away. It was clear that her lover had been drinking cocktails.
Andrea smirked. “We had lots of different drinks. They were on Danielle. Did you say something to her?”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Not a word. Honestly.”
“I believe you.” Andrea sweetly smiled at her, their lips meeting again. “She would have spent a fortune on us though!”
“Definitely pineapple.”
“Mmm, I remember one of them having pineapple... I don’t remember any of the names.”
Chuckling Miranda took Andrea's hand and they began making their way upstairs to her room. “What did the two of you end up doing? Were you at Danielle's this whole time?” She asked, knowing that the adjourning bar to the chefs WAFFLE HOUSE was open 24/7.
“We decided to check out a few bars in Brooklyn then we went to this night club in Park Slope but we felt way awkward and out of place in there, everyone knew we weren't high class like them, so we came into Manhattan and went to Viva, Ceilo, tried getting into the Sky Room but it was too expensive and then we ended up at Latifah for a little while to meet with Doug who came with us to Danielle's bar where Dylan met his new boyfriend, had cocktails and Dylan picked up yet again.”
“Another waitress?”
“Danielle. He went home with her.”
Miranda's eyes widened. “He's going to get a shock in the morning. She has two children, toddlers.”
“Oh god, I should send him a text to warn him.” Andrea replied. “He's great with kids but at the moment isn't ready for his own and those are his own words because he knows he's still too much like a kid himself.”
“That's why it took me so long.” Miranda replied. “I was never ready. For a long time I didn't think I ever would be until I met Eric, then when the RUNWAY whirlwind settled, we thought... why shouldn’t we at least try? He was big on the idea of children and I realised that the prospect excited me. Then we found out we were having twins and he freaked out yet I remained calm. Had you told me this decades ago I would have laughed. I would have thought it to be me to freak out. But I saw them in the ultra sound picture and I knew how lucky I was.”
“A two in one package.” Andrea commented causing Miranda to heartily laugh as they reached her room, the room in which they have been spending a lot of their time when they haven’t been at the brunette’s apartment.
“Yes, and still to this day I am delighted to have them... happy, healthy and knowing they’ll always have each other.”
“Their friendship is an incredible one.” Andrea replied as she pulled back the duvet, sitting down and took off her shoes and socks. “I remember when I was little wishing that I had a twin. I knew how special that bond would be, and to be able to see it first hand with Cass and Caroline… it’s amazing.” Her lover said, taking off her dress and underwear.
“It's one that can never be explained and can only to be felt by those two individuals.” Miranda responded, turning on her alarm before taking off her robe to reveal her nude body, the brunette's eyes instantly taking her all in.
“Unique.” Andrea replied.
“Indeed.” Miranda replied as they both moved into the bathroom to do their nightly rituals.
Smiling Miranda watched as her lover began brushing her teeth, standing completely nude as well, a sight she would never tire of. “Did you enjoy your night?”
“It was fantastic. I love being around Dylan.”
“You have a wonderful vibe going on when you're together.”
“I know we can be annoying.”
“Nonsense. I found it quite the opposite... amusing. I didn't want to leave for work this afternoon.”
“I didn’t want you to leave either.”
Miranda smiled. “Did you end up having dinner at Danielle’s too?” she asked, pulling out her fake second premolar tooth before beginning to brush the rest.
“Oh, I wouldn't have heard the end of it if we didn't go back there for food.” Andrea laughingly replied around the toothpaste in her mouth. “We had a small waffled Margherita pizza each, and Waffled Bimbimbap.”
“A waffled Bimbimbap?” Miranda asked, eyebrow raised. “That sounds... horrid.”
“It was... different.” Andrea laughingly replied. “Can't say I'd have it again.”
“And Dylan?”
“The same. He continued raving about it and the breakfast we'd had, but I think it was only to impress Danielle.”
“And did he enjoy his night out on the town?”
“Oh for sure! Though it's definitely safe to say that Dylan is a country boy all the way!” Andrea said, spitting out the tooth paste and Miranda did the same. “And I wouldn't want him any differently!”
“I don't have any siblings.” Miranda replied.
“I wouldn't have picked you as an only child.”
Miranda snorted. “That might be so now but you didn't know me when I was younger. My mother wasn't rich so could barely spoil me but somehow I still ended up acting like a spoilt brat. I hated playing with other children because I never wanted to share my toys. I was the loner child of the neighbourhood, no one liked me, and I didn't give a flying toss. I still don't care if somebody doesn't like me.”
“I used to get butt hurt when I found out someone didn't like me, but now I shrug it off.”
“It's better to be like that instead of dwelling on "why don't they like me?" and you definitely aren't a dweller.”
“Oh, I definitely was when it came to you! Trying to figure out what was going on in that head of yours! If I hadn't of had Doug I think I would have gone mental!” Andrea replied.
“And I would have come and found you and rock you back to life.” Miranda replied making the both of them smile widely. “Will Dylan still be here tomorrow?”
“Yeah, he said he'll stick around for another night.”
“Invite him over. We can do lunch, I'm free from 11am to 1:30pm.”
At her words her lover beamed. “I'll let him know!”
“I take it you'll have another day off work?” Miranda queried. She knew Andrea was correct and would efficiently be able to catch up on her work before her print deadline.
“Yeah, Bryan is pretty lax especially when I told him my long-lost brother appeared and we had to catch up.” Andrea laughingly said.
“You didn't actually say that?”
“I did!” Andrea covered her face, giggling. “He believed me!”
“You devil!”
“What! It's not like he'll ever know the truth!”
Miranda chuckled, shaking her head. “Your long-lost brother. Oh darling, you're one of a kind.”
“Your one and only.” Andrea murmured, pushing herself into her, their mouths meeting once again.
“Mmm yes.” She softly moaned.
“I haven't been out clubbing that long in ages. I forgot how tiring it is.” Andrea said, yawning.
“You wouldn't know it though. You're glowing and exquisite as always.”
“You're so full of it!” Andrea grinned, nudging her, cheeks flushing.
“Am not!”
“Thank you. You're way too kind.” Andrea responded.
“Only for you, my darling.” Miranda replied, kissing again.
“Mmm, however I'm not too tired for you." Andrea replied, beginning to kiss her way down her body, kneeling on the tiles.
"Ohhh!" Miranda gasped, gripping the edge of the basin, her body instinctively pushing into Andrea's talented mouth. "I love you so much!"
The brunette chuckled heartily. "And I love you."
~*~
They woke up at 4:15am to Andrea's vibrating phone.
Groaning in annoyance her lover reached out blindly for the ringing device. “Someone better have died!” She growled into the phone.
Dylan laughed on the other end. “Didn't you know, I'm like Batman... I'm untouchable!”
“How on earth can you be this cheery at nearly 4:30 in the friggen morning?” Andrea asked, not at all impressed.
“Booze and a good greasy feed of Micky D's.”
Andrea sighed. “Why do I have a feeling you're going to drag me out of bed?” She questioned, rolling over to face her. “I'm sorry.” Her lover mouthed.
Miranda waved the words away. She had only been dosing anyway having woken up at 3:30 thinking she heard one of the girls calling out, but to go in to see they were snuggled up together sound asleep, and she hadn't been able to fully fall back into slumber from then.
“I'm lost!” Dylan replied. “Though she told me Central Park isn't far. Is that close to you guys?”
“Kind of.”
“Just tell him to get into a taxi.” Miranda whispered.
“Miranda says to just get into a taxi and she'll pay the driver because we don't want you using that hard earned money...”
Dylan sighed. “You know I don't like leaning on people like this.”
Miranda's lips curled. The trait Andrea has, of not wanting to use other's money, seems to run in the family.
“However I am going to need to pass out soon. I didn't get much sleep.”
“I can imagine.”
“And when I did get some sleep I get woken up at 4am to the sensation of feeling like I'm on a boat due to these kids jumping up and down on the bed! Turns out Danielle has children! Like what the fuck... why do all the hot ones have children?!”
“I'm not sure.” Andrea responded, yawning again.
“Anyway, she quickly kicked me out five minutes later when she informed me that her husband would be on his way home soon!”
Husband? Miranda was surprised by these words. “I didn't know she was married!” She vocally said.
“It's an open marriage but apparently he still would have ripped my head off if he came home to see me there while the kids were there.”
“That's crazy.” Andrea said.
“I know, I'm so shitty! She would have been a keeper!” Dylan replied, sighing. “I guess it's a good thing though. It would have been a huge upheaval for me to leave home.”
“You're a home body.” Andrea smiled. “I could never see you living anywhere else.”
“That's the way I'll always be and whoever I eventually settle with will have to deal with that.”
“Because you're building your dream house on the land behind Mom and Dad when you become rich and famous with your business.”
“You've got that right!”
Of all the conversations they had yesterday Miranda had forgotten to ask what Dylan did for work. Her curiosity rose as she heard he ran his own business. Interesting... she couldn't wait to ask him about that.
“I see a taxi! Do I really just wave him or her over like in the movies?”
Andrea chuckled. “Yes, that's what you do.”
“Okay, so what's the address again?”
“I told you three times last night!” Andrea sighed.
“I know, but I kept getting distracted by Dani! Tell me again seeing as you wouldn't write it down for me...”
~*~
Deciding it was better that they just got up ten minutes later Miranda got in the shower to get ready for her day whilst her lover waited downstairs for Dylan.
Fifteen minutes later though he still hadn't arrived but as Miranda was exiting the house for the town car the taxi was pulling up.
“Good morning!” Dylan brightly said, looking up at the sky. “What a wonderful morning it is!”
Andrea walked out from the house laughing at her brother. “You're still way too cheerful for this time of morning.”
“Nope, no such thing as being too cheerful this time of morning. Look around you! It's glorious weather!”
Dylan did have a point. The weather was beginning to warm up and the sky, still dark, was cloudfree. He then looked up at her home.
“I must have entered a fairy-tale land!”
“Thanks for getting him here safely.” Andrea said, handing over a wad of cash to the driver before the yellow car drove off.
“Here I thought Danielle's house was to die for! This is just... holy moly! I've got no words!”
“That's how I was the first time!” Andrea spoke.
“You've won the jackpot.” Dylan whispered, putting an arm around Andrea. “Wait! Where are you going?” He asked, turning them around to stare at her.
“Work is never ending!”
“Ah come on! Surely one day off won't hurt!”
“That's not how the fashion world works, honey.” Andrea laughingly replied.
“That's shit!”
“I enjoy it, that's when my employees aren't making me want to pull my hair out, and it allows me to live in a home like this.”
“And have a villa in the South of France!” Dylan commented.
“That's not as big as I'm sure you're imagining.” Miranda replied as the siblings began making their way to the door. “If you haven't made any plans for lunch we'll go to Pastis.”
“Sounds fancy!”
“It is. I think you'll thoroughly enjoy it.” Miranda replied, opening the car door.
“We're looking forward to it!” Dylan responded, nearly tripping over the front steps.
“Time to get you to bed!” Andrea firmly said.
Chuckling they shared a quick look at each other, both smiling, before she entered the car and began her journey to work hoping that the traffic wasn't busy.
~*~
Andy walked downstairs and into the kitchen to fix Dylan up a glass of juice and two Advil's however when she made her way back upstairs she found her brother passed out on the entertainment room couch.
Laughing softly she placed the glass and two pills on the coffee table in front of him, moved to the end of the couch and pulled down the thin blanket to cover Dylan. “Love you baby brother.” She whispered, kissing his forehead before walking out of the room, flicking the lights out, the curtains already closed and encasing the room into darkness.
Yawning she too went back to bed for a few more hours, cuddling Miranda's pillow as she slept.
~*~
A Few Hours Later.
“There she is! Good morning sunshine!” Dylan said, looking up from where he sat at the kitchen counter, holding out his mug of coffee which she gladly took. "You need this!"
“Only thanks to you for waking me up at 4:15 and making me have a shitful sleep when I got back into bed… I feel like I have overslept and have a headache!” Andy growled as she sipped the coffee, nearly blanching at the strong taste of whisky. “Dylan!”
“You know what they say... hair of the dog, it works wonders.” Dylan winked at her.
Shrugging Andy downed more of the coffee. At least it meant she would be in bed earlier tonight. “You know I don't make a habit of day drinking but just this once.”
Dylan grinned at her words.
~*~
Half an hour later at 11:13 Miranda walked into the kitchen in all her glory.
“Sorry I'm late.” Her lover said, kissing her quickly, moving past Dylan and squeezing his arm. “There's a bad accident around the corner. We had to be diverted.”
“Not to worry.” Andy replied as she continued cutting up bell peppers and a bit of onion.
“What is all this?” Miranda asked after sipping some PELLEGRINO. “Are we not going to Pastis?” she asked, pulling out her phone to cancel the table.
“Dylan thought he’d cook brunch instead.”
“You're cooking brunch too!” Dylan spoke.
“I've hardly done anything.” Andy laughed as Dylan began whisking six eggs with a hint of salt and pepper. “I hope you're in the mood for eggs again?”
“I know I don't have the accent anymore, but I'm English. I'm always in the mood for eggs.”
The Sachs grinned at her words turning to look at each other. “English? Who needs that? I'm never going to England!” They chorused.
Miranda raised an eyebrow at them. “Another TV quote?!”
“Homer Simpson. We love him!” Andy laughingly explained.
“Let's face it! We love all of The Simpson’s characters.” Dylan said.
“That is true.” Andy replied, her brother turning back to her lover.
“I didn't realise you were originally from England?” Dylan asked.
“Born and bred.” Miranda replied, picking up one of the chopped cherry tomatoes.
Dylan smiled. “Where abouts?”
“Cornwall. The lower class side.”
“Us Sachs have always wanted to go to England, isn't that right.” Dylan said, turning to Andy.
“That's right!” Andy beamed.
“Really?” Miranda asked.
“Really, really.”
Miranda smirked. “Maybe I can help that dream become a reality someday.”
“Oh man! Look what you've done!” Andy looked to Dylan. “You've put another thought in her mind about what she can do with her money!”
Dylan bit his lip, putting the whisked eggs into a small frying pan. “She's a grown woman! She'll do what she wants with her money!”
“Thank you, Dylan!” Miranda responded. “That I will!”
Andy rolled her eyes as her lover's arms went around her waist whilst Dylan's back was turned. God, she's so beautiful. Beyond perfect! Without being able to help herself she captured those delectable lips with her own and was glad that Miranda reciprocated without caring they weren't alone.
Miranda cleared her throat once they pulled apart and she watched her lover run her fingers through that magnificent iconic hair. “I'll take the two of you out to dinner tonight then.”
Dylan shrugged. “I guess, but it would be easier to cook food here. I noticed your freezer is packed! We might as well start using some instead of wasting more money.”
“Time and money enjoyed wasted was not wasted at all.” Miranda responded pointedly.
Andy smirked. “Still, I think Dylan has a point, and he's a great cook!”
“I don’t doubt it!” Miranda replied, they kissed once more before her lover began helping set the small table by the back windows that looked out to the cute little garden.
~*~
“That was by far the best scrambled eggs I've ever had!” Miranda said, feeling completely satisfied.
The Sachs beamed at her.
I wonder what he'll have up his sleeve for tonight? She wondered, feeling anticipation for the evening.
“What was this I heard about you running your own business?” She questioned as Dylan finished his own breakfast.
“Dylan has his own motorbike restoration business. He gets old bikes brought in and he whips them into brand new bikes. I don't know how he does it but he does and he's very impressive.” Andrea said, grinning and looking from her to Dylan. “You've built it up from being a backyard shed to a great little budding business. He even got a mention on the American Restoration TV show!”
Miranda smiled at how proudly Andrea spoke about her brother. “I've never been a fan of motorbikes, but I think it's absolutely wonderful you have your own business that is excelling. How many bikes do you restore and sell monthly?”
Dylan answered her question with an impressive figure - sometimes up to five thousand each month. “They're great bikes. Fucking amazing, sorry for the French, but at the end of the day they're only worth a couple thousand once restored. Except for the one I rode down for this rich guy, Garry Peterson.”
“Peterson?” Miranda raised an eyebrow. “That's Susan's husband!”
“Who’s Susan?” The Sachs asked her.
“She's an annoying Hampton's socialite who looks after Cassidy and Caroline's horses.” Miranda explained. She doesn’t experience many of these 'small world moments' so it always took her by surprise when it happened.
“He rang me up, sent me the parts and then paid for me to ride it down to him, and he’s paying me to fly back home… even offered to pay for my accommodation before I told him my sister lives here.” Dylan spoke. “It's crazy! I've never had such a client before! It was an older bike too and the bikes I normally do-up aren't old... like unique old, old motorbikes. I do have a few but I'll never sell them.”
“They're Grampa’s.” Andrea commented, placing a hand over her chest. “May he be resting in peace.”
Miranda squeezed Andrea's thigh which her hand was resting on. “And is he who inspired your passion for motorbikes?”
“Oh hell yeah! Every weekend I'd be out in the exact shed I am in every weekend helping him.”
“He was the cutest little mechanic.” Andrea said, roughing up Dylan's hair.
“Hey! I still am cute!” Dylan responded.
“Kind of.” Andrea laughingly said, nudging her brother.
“Old or new, there is always someone who is wanting a new bike and I'm the guy in Cincy to come to!”
Miranda smiled. “Sounds like a lucrative business.”
“I'm getting there...”
“Slowly but surely.” Andrea chimed in, beaming. “This amazing guy here works incredibly hard every single day! Though I'm glad you've taken a break and come to finally visit your big sister!”
“I've enjoyed myself so far and meeting you, Miranda, has been unexpected but delightful. I can see why Andy has fallen in love... not for the material things and this extraordinary house but for you... you're one of a kind. The rest of the family are gonna love you!”
Miranda could only hope those words will be true. “I've had a delightful time too however I must be getting back to work.”
“Already?” Andrea frowned.
“I've pushed up the CHANEL shoot for 2pm.”
“Awww okay.” Andrea replied.
“And tonight dinner will be brought to you by your one of a kind, one and only and her hot shot brother!” Dylan winked.
Miranda heartily laughed at those words. “No no, you're both one of a kind.”
Dylan then surprised her by quickly getting up and passing her bag to her like a true gentleman.
“Thank you.” She smiled, looking to Andrea. “I'm looking forward to dinner.”
Dylan nudged her. “We're gonna cook you up a storm! Aren't we, sis?”
“You betcha!” Andrea winked.
Licking her lips Miranda turned around and began to leave the room.
“Oi! Aren't you forgetting something?”
At her lover's words Miranda turned back around, smirking as she watched Andrea roll her eyes and come over to kiss her.
“You should know the rule by now!” Andrea firmly told her.
Miranda smirked. “Ooops. Sorry.”
“Hmmm, I'll let you off without punishment this time.” Andrea softly replied.
Chuckling at Andrea's words she turned back around. “I'll see you tonight.”
“That you will, gorgeous.” Andrea replied before she reached the front door. “That you will.”
Smiling Miranda exited and wasn't at all annoyed at the posy of reporters out the front who continued to yell the same old questions about Eric. They'll never get it through their heads that they're wasting their time when they could be running after another NYC celebrity.
Sighing Miranda sat back in the car, closed her eyes and hoped that the rest of the day would go smoothly so she could get home on time for what she knew would be another amazingly cooked meal by the talented Sachs siblings.
~*~
When she returned back home later that evening at 8pm due to her scheduling being messed up by the new assistant she is greeted by delicious aromas floating down the hall way.
Walking down to the kitchen she found it to be empty but heard the laughter of the siblings outside in the backyard.
This surprised her, she has barely used that backyard, and last she knew the door was stuck closed and wouldn't budge.
With an eager curiosity she walked to the French doors and exited the house onto the back veranda where she found Andrea and Dylan enjoying a couple of beers whilst the handsome young man kept an eye on the cooking chicken, which she noticed and caused her eyes to widen and mouth to salivate, upon seeing it rotating on a rotisserie. “I don't own a rotisserie.” Was all she could think to say.
“I whipped it up from a few things I found in your garden shed." Dylan replied, shrugging as if it was no big deal.
Those words she hadn't been expecting. It looked like the rotisserie had been brought from a shopping mall as she accepted a beer from Dylan.
As she continued watching the whole chicken cook she was extremely impressed. “A man of many talents. I like that." she responded and she thought this even more so once she tasted the perfectly seasoned chicken.
“It's been a long time that I've had chicken this good!” Miranda replied, even going as far to have a small second serve. “I think I'm going to have to hire you as my next chef when Cara retires next year.”
Dylan laughed at her words as he continued eating dinner where they sat outside.
“She's being serious.” Andrea commented.
“If you want a change of scenery even if for a short while the offer will be there.” Miranda replied, really enjoying Dylan's company.
“Wow, I... sure... if I ever get bored!” Dylan responded.
Andrea beamed at her. She winked in return.
“Though I'm pretty sure it would be hard to pry him away from his bikes for too long.” Her lover chimed in. “You definitely inherited a lot of gramps' genes! The drinking one of them!” The long haired brunette laughingly said.
“We all got that gene. Thanks Gramps!” Dylan said, looking heavenward. “I remember that one Christmas you drank a whole Jack Daniel's bottle yourself.”
Miranda’s eyes widened.
“Yes, and I couldn't get out of bed two days straight. Never. Again. But that was a Christmas to never forget.”
“Well... I could easily forget what happened with Harrison.” Dylan responded.
“Harrison is a dickhead. You need to learn to ignore what he says. How else do you think I sit there listening to his crap?”
“He deserved to be punched and I’ll punch him again if he ever says shit like that to me again!”
Miranda’s eyebrow raised. This conversation had turned very differently and she was curious.
“I don't have a violent bone in my body but when it comes to our brother sometimes I just want to... Homer Simpson style strangle him.” Dylan continued.
“As much as I agree he deserved to be punched, hell I want to punch him often when he doesn't learn to keep his trap shut, but I know you know you could have handled that situation better which didn't end up with the two of you with black eyes.”
“But you know how much he fires me up!”
“Because he wants you to bite back!”
“He's a sicko who gets off on it!”
“Yeah, and you need to ignore him, tell him to fuck off and whatever else, then walk away. The sun comes up and it's a new day.”
“He thinks I'm an immature fuckhead who is going nowhere in life and loves picking and picking at me like a scab every god damn chance he gets! I can't deal with it! Having him constantly on my back! That's what I have a mom for!”
“That's why maybe if you act differently around him-“
“I would if he wasn't such an arrogant maggot thinking his shit don't stink because he has this fancy ass job because he makes the most sales each month… that he's better than the rest of us!”
“That's just how he is! You've just gotta deal with it, build a wall and get over it like I've had to! He's our brother at the end of the day, and yes he's a jerk, but show him more maturity and maybe just maybe he might get off your back.”
“Sorry to chime in, but it sounds to me that's why he likes working you up, he thinks you need to pick up your act, be the mature "shit don't stink" type of guy like he is.”
Andrea cupped her mouth, laughing. “Did the Miranda Priestly really just say shit don't stink?”
Miranda rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I'm a little drunk.” Andrea added, as she finished the rest of her champagne. “You’re very true with what you said.” Her lover said, looking pointedly to Dylan who sighed. The older brunette sat back and yawned. "You've taken it out of me, little brother!"
“Don’t tell me you’re going to bed yet… the nights still young!” Dylan chimed in, standing and walking to the fridge. “Mind if I have a look?”
“By all means. Help yourself. There's plenty of food in the pantry and countless leftovers in the second freezer box which is up in the butler’s pantry.” Miranda replied, pointing her fingers to the floor above them.
“And no, we are not going to bed just yet.” Andrea responded as the double door fridge was pulled open.
~*~
A Little While Later.
“Well shit! This is like every food lover’s dream!” Dylan said, looking around the butler’s pantry that was big enough to be a bedroom. “You're definitely set if some kind of nuclear or contagion bomb went off.”
“My first husband, Eric the fraud, set this up. He's right into the whole Doomsday Prepping.” Miranda explained.
“It's a good way to be.” Dylan responded, picking up item after item. “The world is a crazy place. FEMA has been acting suspiciously down our way. I can tell it's their vehicles but they're unmarked and they're carrying these trailer loads of large plastic type containers, they look like they could be make-shift coffins that would be deep enough to fit at least four people inside.”
“Yeah, you were telling me about this a couple months ago and they're taking them to empty fields where there are thousands of them just stacked there.” Andrea spoke.
“Makes you wonder why they’re there… what are they doing? Are they're getting ready for a disaster they know that's about to happen or a potential disaster?” Dylan questioned.
“I guess we'll know when something happens.” Andrea responded.
“The way the two of you are speaking you'll like to know that the girls and I have a bunker beneath the basement.” Miranda chimed in.
The Sachs' eyes widened at her words. “You're serious?” Andrea asked.
“Very much so. When Eric found out that underneath the house is an old subway line he was giddy with excitement.”
“You do realise you're going to have to show him now.” Andrea said, putting an arm around her.
Looking into Andrea’s eyes she could see the excitement that was evident on Dylan's face in her lovers brown eyes. “Follow me then.”
They began exiting the room but not before Dylan spied something. “Truffles! I've always wanted to try truffles!”
“If you're still here tomorrow at lunch time I'll have Cara prepare a meal with some.”
Dylan couldn't believe his ears from the look on his face. “I always knew you had the lucky streak in the family!” He said, looking to Andrea. “Look where you get to live and the food you get to eat!”
Andrea bit her lip at those words but as they turned to look at each other they realised that they did practically live together.
Since Andrea came back from California they have only been apart one night and it was a sleepless night for the both of them. Not to mention this whole time she has seen her home as Andrea's home.
As she walked them down through the basement and into her bunker she realised it was time to give Andrea a key, to make it official.
“Oh holy mother of...!” Dylan trailed off, looking around in awe.
“This is...” Andrea also trailed off.
“Over the top.” Miranda continued for them. “Ridiculous... a panic room we'll never need to use.”
“Never say never!” Dylan firmly said, picking up an old Soviet Union gas mask, putting it on. “How do I look?”
Andrea heartily laughed. “Take it off before you suffocate, meathead!”
Grinning Dylan took it off and hung it back up. “Can I...” he trailed off, pointing around the corner at the back.
“Of course.” Miranda responded watching as he practically skipped away with excitement.
“You're definitely full of surprises, darling.” Andrea said, turning into her, putting those long slender arms around her neck.
“Like I said, this wasn't my doing.”
“You allowed him to do it which means you might have that small sliver of worry that something could happen.”
Miranda rolled her eyes. “I was simply humouring him.” She replied however they both knew that she was glad she was prepared for a possible outbreak of something or other.
“Oh my god! You even have an old Subway car down here!” Dylan's voice was heard. “It's your little security camera area! So cool!”
“That's due to incidents with hard-core fans in the past coming to the house, a few of them having gotten inside. Now I have the highest security system money can buy.” She explained.
“I did see someone hanging around across the street the other day.” Andrea responded.
“Oh yes.” Miranda rolled her eyes, he had been an incredibly flamboyant gay man who had gotten fed up trying to meet her other ways. “As stalkerish as that comes across it happens often and they're harmless. They're fans that think the only way they can meet me is by hanging around the house when they aren't hanging around Elias-Clarke. Of all the events and benefits I attend throughout the weeks they don't think to do some actual research and find what public places I'll be at.”
“To be fair though you aren't always approachable at those events.” Andrea commented.
Miranda smirked. “You have a point, but I always do try to make time for the genuine fans.”
“It must get annoying though… people hanging around, trying to figure out who is genuine and who isn’t...” Andrea responded.
Miranda shrugged. “It comes with the job, I knew that. It's something I've had to get used to. As long as they don't actually come up to the house or pester the girls and the neighbours I don't have a problem.”
“You're an amazing person." Andrea said, leaning into her. "I love you.” she said, and they kissed before Dylan interrupted them.
“Look! I'm an old Soviet Union soldier!” Dylan spoke, wearing an old hazmat suit and also wielding a gun from that era. “Get down! We're under attack!” He drunkenly yelled, dropping to the floor.
The laughter that escaped her lover's mouth was absolutely wonderful, bubbling up with so much joy and love for her brother.
“You're such an idiot!” Andrea yelled.
“A loveable idiot!” Dylan responded, checking out the shot gun in closer details where he still lay on the carpet. “It's a fine piece, this.”
“They're Eric's pride and joy. I'm not sure he'd like that you're touching them.” Miranda replied causing Dylan to look worried. She laughed. “Not that I care anymore. He's done his dash with me! Touch whatever you like in here! It was his problem to leave most of it here in the first place.”
“Come and play dress up with me!” Dylan said to Andrea who bit her lip.
“Go on.” Miranda said, knowing how much her lover wanted to.
“Really?”
Miranda smiled. “Yes, really, I'll go up and get my camera. The girls will think it's hilariously great.”
“They should be here.” Andrea said over her shoulder as she joined her brother.
Smiling again at how her lover was always thinking of including the girls Miranda began walking back upstairs. She loved seeing Dylan walk out in that vintage hazmat suit and the idea of Andrea dressing up also was too good that she had to photograph this moment. Not to mention she also wanted to rub it in Eric's face. She knew it was petty but she couldn't help herself.
~*~
Later.
“Is Andy there?” Caroline asked.
Smiling Miranda nodded. “Andrea is most certainly here. We also have an unexpected visitor who came yesterday.”
“Who?! We never have visitors!” Cassidy responded.
“Andrea's brother, Dylan. He's very lovely. I think the two of you will think he's awesome.”
The girls grinned at her. “If he’s as fun and cool as Andy then we sure will, won’t we Cass?” Caroline said.
“Defo!” Cassidy responded.
As if knowing he was being spoken about Dylan wandered on in with Andrea right behind him.
“You know how in the Special Olympics they give out medals just for showing up?” Andrea asked.
“How many times do I have to tell you to quit comparing our relationship to the Special Olympics?” Dylan responded in his best Marge Simpson voice.
“That was the greatest Marge voice ever!” The twins chimed in, cutting off whatever Andrea was going to say next.
“Who is that?” Dylan whispered.
“Cassidy and Caroline.”
Dylan's eyes widened and he quickly went into view of the laptop.
“You must be the famous Dylan Andy is always talking about!”
“The famous Dylan?” He spoke, turning to Andrea. “Oh, you're teaching them well!”
Miranda grinned, and moved from her desk chair so Dylan could sit and have a quick chat.
“Your mom just showed us your awesome bunker room!” Dylan excitedly said.
“How cool is it! It's like we have our own museum!” Cassidy responded.
“Andy and I dressed up in some of the old hazmat suits!” Dylan announced.
“No!” Caroline's mouth dropped open. “Dad will flip!” Cassidy added.
“That's what your Mom said but she still took a photo.” Andrea spoke.
The girls began laughing. “We can't wait to see it!”
“How long are you in Manhattan for?” Caroline asked.
“I'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon some time.” Dylan replied, instantly the girls frowned.
“Damn! We won't be able to meet you in person!”
“You guys will have to come to the Homestead!” Dylan suggested, looking up at her.
Miranda nodded. “That would be wonderful!” She replied, but work these next several weeks were going to be hectic. What's new there though?
“So, tell me about the two of you!” Dylan excitedly asked.
The girls chattered away just as excitedly for a few moments.
“And what do you think you'll do career wise?”
“I'm going to be a pilot like my Daddy.” Caroline replied. “A pilot Dad knows says Life's easier in the air"
“Really?” Dylan asked. “What kind of plane do you want to fly?”
“I want to go into the Air Force for a few years. I'm going to fly fighter jets, and then I'll eventually get into working for a commercial airline like Daddy.”
“And I'm going to study medicine.” Cassidy said. “I want to be a Paramedic. I love being adventurous, Dad takes us hiking a few times each year, and so I might eventually become an Air Rescue Paramedic.”
“Wow!” Dylan was stunned. “You're so young yet you so clearly know what your plans are for the future. That's wicked!”
They spoke for a little while longer until Cara was heard in the background telling them that they should be in bed.
“Have a great rest of your stay!” Dylan said.
“You too! Was great talking to you Dylan!” The twins chorused.
Miranda sat back down. “I love the two of you so very much. Make sure you text me throughout the day letting me know how your adventures are going, but for now… get some more sleep.” she replied, her girls having called her because they couldn’t sleep and wanted to say goodnight.
“I will!” Both girls chorused. “Love you too, mommy!”
They then disconnected the SKYPE video call.
“They're wonderful kids.” Dylan said as he stood back up. “You're definitely good with them and have raised them exceptionally, Mama Priestly.” He added and even went as far as to kiss her on the cheek.
Oh my, what a charmer!
“You're so sucky!” Andrea said before she could say anything.
Chuckling Miranda thanked Dylan. “Now should we go down the hall for a night cap before bed?”
“Sounds great to me!” Dylan responded as they exited the room.
~*~
“Oh. Em. Gee!”
Miranda looked over her shoulder from the drinks trolley at her lover's familiar exited phrase. Andrea's eyes were glued to her laptop screen she was checking her emails on whilst Dylan used the bathroom. “What is it?”
“I have an email from the NEW YORKER. They've noticed my work in RUNWAY and AUTO UNIVERSE and want me to come in for an interview.” Andrea said, sounding like she couldn't believe it. “Oh my god!”
“Oh, darling! I am so happy for you!” Miranda said, putting down the bottle of whisky and went over to her lover to embrace her. She loved knowing she had been able to help get Andrea's writing noticed like this.
“What happened? What have I missed out on?” Dylan asked as he entered the room off of the dining area.
“I have an interview with the NEW YORKER!” Andrea loudly said, beginning to jump up and down.
“Oh shit, Andy! That is the greatest news!” Dylan replied, jumping around with her also.
“Oh my god! I have to call Doug!” Andrea said a few seconds later picking up her phone. “You'll never believe what I'm about to tell you...”
Chuckling as she could hear Doug freaking out on the other end and squealing his excitement, Miranda went over to the bar and pulled out a fancier bottle of whisky to celebrate with her lover who she knew would get the job. Oh, I am so proud of her! Her heart swelled with so much happiness as Andrea continued chatting excitedly and jumping around the room.
~*~
“I didn't forget what you said about Harrison.” Dylan slurred as Andy put him to bed. “I can't and won’t promise anything but I will try to ignore how he is and be a more mature person around him when he fires me up.”
“Good thankfully though he doesn't fire you up often. It's only when you've both had too much to drink and he barely drinks.”
“Normally it's when he gets his hands on my pot. It turns him into a completely different person. I thought it would mellow him out hence why I gave him some in the first place.” Dylan said as he kicked off the duvet. “I'm not even tired. Why are we going to bed?!”
“Because the nights not young anymore! It's nearly 12:30 in the morning and Miranda and I have to be up at 6 o'clock.”
“You two are no fun then!” Dylan said, pouting at the both of them, Miranda standing in the door way.
“Good night, Dylan, it's been an enjoyable night.” Her lover said.
“We're doing it again! Next time at the Homestead.” Dylan responded.
“Yes, I'm definitely looking forward to it. We'll work something out in the next couple of months.”
Smiling Andy pulled the duvet off the floor and put it in reaching distance for Dylan. “Nighty night.” She said, kissing his cheek.
“Night Andy!” Dylan said, smiling as his eyes drooped shut.
She hadn't even reached the door when he started snoring.
“So much for not being tired.” Miranda laughed.
Andy smiled. “Typical Dylan.” She replied, covering a yawn, her own head buzzing from too much alcohol. She knew she would be feeling it later this morning.
They entered the bathroom in the master suite and did their nightly rituals albeit much faster than normal before crawling into bed.
“I hope you don't think we're this violent dysfunctional family after what you heard about how Harrison and Dylan can act. They have had several punch ups, but they're good people.” Andy said, settling down on her pillow.
“Oh darling, I never once judged. All families have their problems and it's not my place to point and comment when, hell, my past with my family is not a pleasant one.”
“Did you want to talk about it?” Andy questioned, tracing her fingers along Miranda’s cheek.
Miranda smiled, cupping her face. “It's a story for another day not to mention I don't enjoy talking about it, but one day when the time is right, I will tell you.”
“I believe you, and it's okay if you never do if it really is that hard to even think about.” Andy replied, rolling onto her stomach and laying her right arm over Miranda as their mouths connected. “I really, really want to eat you out right now, but my eyes are waaaay too heavy.”
A shot of arousal went through her at those words but she nodded. “I am exactly the same. This is the latest I've sat up drinking in a long time.”
“I'm sorry.” Andy murmured, kissing Miranda once more, eyes already closing.
“No no, it’s been one of the best nights I've ever had.”
“The best night?” Andy asked, opening her eyes and raising an eyebrow.
“Well...” Miranda licked her lips. “The best night ever was when we first made love.” She whispered, continuing. “However tonight... tonight was incredible. I've never had that much fun, genuine fun, with two incredibly talented people in such a long time.”
Andy smiled widely.
“It's a night I will always cherish.” Miranda whispered, kissing her soundly. “Just like how I will always cherish you.”
“Oh Miranda.” Andy whispered, staring into those gorgeous blues. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my darling, and I love Dylan too.”
“Oooh, should I be worried?!” Andy asked, smirking and sticking her tongue out, waggling her eyebrows.
Miranda threw her head back, mouth opening to release a hearty laugh.
“I'm very funny, aren't I?!” Andy asked before yawning. God, I’m drunk!
They looked back into each other’s eyes and her lover spoke. “Yes darling, you're very funny.”
“Mmm.” Andy hummed, chuckling softly as she kissed Miranda once more before laying her head back down on her pillow. “Sleepy time.”
“Indeed. What will Dylan want for breakfast?” Miranda asked as she turned off the lamp and the room illuminated in soft, dim hues from her lover's ceiling night lights.
“Oh don't worry about that meathead!” Andy laughed as she ran her bare foot up and down Miranda's leg. “He won't be awake until at least midday and he'll fend for himself.”
“Hmm, okay.” Miranda replied, those gorgeous blues also beginning to droop. She smiled when her lover leaned forward to kiss her good night.
“Nighty night, my beautiful Miranda.”
Miranda smiled beautifully, albeit sleepily, at her. “Good night, my darling Andrea.” And with those words they both drifted into much needed slumber.
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