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A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my little story. I was a little nervous about writing this pairing. It's a bit out of my comfort zone, but I'm glad I did it. I hope I did them justice. Again, thanks for reading!
Epilogue: 3 Months Later
"Here we are guys. I think this is us." Andy said double checking the numbers on their tickets.
Alex immediately flopped down in the inside chair at the end of their row, far away from the women. Josh followed, leaving Andy, Audrey, and Keisha to the outside chairs.
Andy raised a brow at them. Josh shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Don't worry. You girls can talk clothes and shoes. We guys will be fine on our end."
Andy rolled her eyes at him and punched his arm.
"Hey!"
He went to punch her back only for Andy to smack him in the back of the head first.
"Hey! Mom!"
"Children." Audrey said trying to ignore them.
"I should probably check in with Miranda in case she needs anything." The tall ebony-skinned woman said smoothly.
Andy removed her sunglasses and smiled up at her. She had to admit it; Cassidy really did know how to pick them. Keisha Norwood was almost too stunning to look at. The hazel-eyed beauty was six feet tall with a body of a Greek goddess. Her skin was a flawless sea of coco brown. Everything about the woman screamed super model. Andy was surprised her wife hadn't been able to talk the girl into doing a cover for one of Elias-Clarke's publications. It certainly wasn't for the lack of trying. Apparently, Keisha had repeatedly turned the offers down. Cassidy had proudly boasted that Keisha wanted to one day edit the magazines, not be on the front of them. That in itself earned the girl a little bit more of Miranda's respect.
"Keisha, you're not here as Miranda's executive assistant. You're here as Cassidy's partner. You don't have to work today."
Keisha smiled charmingly and shrugged her shoulders. "I know and thank you for that, but we both know Miranda Priestly's assistant is never off duty. Besides, I think she might be a little nervous about today."
"Cassidy's nervous?" Audrey asked.
Keisha blushed a little and bit her lip. "Umm… no. I actually meant Miranda."
Audrey snorted and shook her head. "That's a first."
"I can't imagine Miranda being nervous about anything." Josh added.
"Miranda's used to being the center of attention. That's not the problem. The problem is speaking in public. Very few people know that she hates giving public speeches."
"Wow. And she agreed to deliver the commencement address?" Josh asked with humor.
Andy nodded. "Yep. They're giving her an honorary degree today as well. Just what the world needs, a Dr. Priestly… as if her ego isn't already big enough."
Audrey snorted and Keisha bit back a grin. "I'm going to go check on her before the ceremony begins."
"Okay, but hurry back. Cassie's department is up first. You don't want to miss her."
"I wouldn't dare. Can I get anyone anything while I'm…"
Andy cut her off with a stern, but playful look. Keisha grinned and nodded before walking away.
Josh watched her go with a dreamy look on his face. "How is it fair that my little niece managed to snag a woman hotter than anyone I've ever dated in my entire life?"
"You're little niece isn't very little anymore and Cassidy isn't just anyone, Joshie. She's a Priestly. They never do anything halfway." Andy said with a knowing smile.
Josh frowned. "I don't even want to know, do I?"
"Probably not."
Audrey simply shook her head and went back to flipping through the program.
"Moms, I have to go to the bathroom." Alex said out of the blue.
Andy rolled her eyes heavenward. She had asked him if he needed to go repeatedly before they took their seats.
"I can take you, big guy. I need to drain the lizard too." Josh said standing.
Andy glared at him. "Josh! Don't say things like that around him. You know he'll just repeat it and Miranda will undoubtedly find a way to blame me for it."
"I know. It's totally cool." Josh laughed as he led his nephew back down the aisle.
Audrey watched her daughter over her glasses for a moment then went back to reading the program. "Things seem to be better between you two."
Andy sighed. "We're getting there. It helps that he's been spending a lot of time in New York. Alex worships him and the girls adore him. He's a complete mush ball with them. It's been nice having him around."
"I'm glad. You two were always so close growing up. It's nice to see you two getting that closeness back."
"Me too."
Across the arena, Keisha was handing Miranda a bottle of water. Unable to get her hands on a cup of coffee, water was the best she could do. Miranda was putting the final touches on her robe. Keisha could tell the woman was nervous. Her hands were shaking slightly and she had worked herself up until she'd developed a tension headache.
"I have some pain killers with me if you need them, Miranda."
Miranda was again pleased with her assistant. She rarely had to request anything. It was as if the young woman could read her mind. Her efficiency often reminded her of another competent assistant from her past.
Miranda took the pills and washed them down with the water.
"Oh, your wife asked me to give this to you." Keisha handed her a small envelope before discretely turning away to give the woman privacy.
Miranda flipped it open and found her wife's signature stationary inside. She quickly read it and smiled. It simply said… 'Knock'em dead Priestly.'
Miranda handed the envelope along with her purse over to Keisha for safe keeping. "I know that technically you're not working at the moment, but I want you to know that I appreciate your assistance today."
Keisha looked her straight in the eye, something she knew Miranda always appreciated. "You're welcome, Miranda."
Miranda nodded and looked out at the sea of graduates and guest. "Hmm… Forgive me if I have been remiss to say this, but my daughter could do much worse than you."
Keisha smiled knowing that was about as close to a glowing compliment as one could ever expect from Miranda Priestly. The woman certainly never stopped surprising her.
Flashback: 2 Months Ago-
Andy made her way downstairs in search of Miranda. After coming up empty in the living room and study, she made her way through the kitchen and found her in the formal dining room. Andy leaned in the doorway and watched Miranda for a few minutes as she was putting the finishing touches on the elaborate table setting.
"It's been a while since we had dinner in here. I thought Cass said she wanted this to be kind of casual?"
Miranda glanced up for a moment before returning to the task at hand. "If it were up to Cassidy, we'd all have a family dinner at the local Pizza Hut."
"Hey, I like Pizza Hut."
Miranda raised a brow as if to say 'of course you would'.
Andy laughed and pushed off the doorway and moved into the spacious room. Miranda's eyes raked over her. Andy could see her pursing her lips.
"I assume you will be changing before dinner."
Andy looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a plain button down shirt, and a pair of worn leather loafers. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"
"Andrea, our daughter is bringing her girlfriend home to officially meet her parents. You could at least look the part of the loving and concerned mother."
"First of all, Keisha already knows me. Secondly, what do I have to be concerned about?"
Miranda scoffed. "Laid back to a fault… both of you. She gets that from you, you know?"
Andy moved around the table and halted Miranda's movements. She turned the older woman around to face her. "Hey, you're going to work yourself up into a snit and then all of us will pay for it. Now, chill out and talk to me. You've been acting off since Cass called and set this dinner up. What's going on with you? A few weeks ago, you seemed okay with the idea of them being together."
"She's young, Andrea. She's only twenty-two years old. Keisha is seven years older and…"
"Yeah, and we would be two of the biggest hypocrites in the world if we made assumptions about a couple when it comes to age, don't you think?"
Miranda simply pursed her lips.
Andy slipped her arms around her slender waist and pulled her close. "Let's see. I know you couldn't care less about the fact that she's African-American. Race never crosses your mind when it comes to people. I know you don't care about the fact that she's a woman. You've always encouraged Cass and Carrie to see the person, not the gender. So, what is this really about?"
Miranda sighed heavily. "Keisha is extremely talented. She is smart, creative, and ambitious."
"And she sounds like a mother's dream."
Miranda ignored her. "I also have no doubt that she will be at the helm of RUNWAY or any other publication of her choice very soon."
Andy's eyes widened. "What about Emily? I thought she…"
"Emily agreed to take the position of Editor-in-Chief of RUNWAY as long as it was temporary. She has expressed an interest in starting her own publication… with Serena's help of course. She made her wishes known to me well over two years ago; just before Keisha came aboard."
"I… I had no idea." Andy was stunned. "How do you feel about that?"
"Emily wants her legacy to be one of her own making, not continuing mine. I completely understand and respect her decision."
"Wow. I always thought Emily would be the new you. So what does all of this mean?"
"I have offered to help Emily with her endeavor. She will have the full backing of Elias-Clarke. I have no doubt that she will not disappoint me."
Andy snorted. "She'd rather gorge on carbs first."
"She and Serena have agreed to wait until their son begins grade school in two years before they begin putting the publication together."
Andy smiled as she thought of her little godson, Drew. The couple had named their little boy Andrew after her because Andy had been instrumental in getting them together. Andy was incredibly honored.
"And when Emily steps down, you plan to put Keisha in that position." Andy stated already knowing the answer.
"The other board members will have to approve and Keisha will have to accept the position, of course, but yes. That was the plan."
Andy started to understand things more clearly. "You've been grooming her from the beginning. Come to think about it, you've never really treated Keisha like a typical assistant. She's always been more like a protégé."
Miranda stepped away and moved over to the large window. She looked out over the view of their garden. They stood in silence for a few minutes before Andy spoke again.
"You're worried that Keisha will have to choose between Cassidy and the magazine. You're afraid she'll choose RUNWAY."
"Keisha will be the same age I was when I took the helm. I, too, had to choose. RUNWAY always won out."
Andy stepped behind Miranda and slipped her arms around her. She placed a kiss on her shoulder before resting her chin
"RUNWAY may have been your mistress all these years, but it didn't always win out. We managed to do alright, didn't we?"
"You must have forgotten about the two failed marriages and trail of broken relationships, RUNWAY and I left in our wake."
Andy snorted. "No, but I do know that your two ex-husbands were selfish jackasses who simply wanted a trophy wife. I can't speak for these other relationships you speak of. I like to allow myself to think there was no one else but me."
Miranda turned in her arms and caressed Andy's cheek. "You are the only one that ever mattered."
Andy leaned in and kissed her chastely. "Keisha and Cassidy are Keisha and Cassidy; no one else. Whatever happens will happen because it's what they choose. I know you want to protect Cassidy, but you can't. She is already head-over-heels in love and trying to get her to back off will only make her want to be with Keisha more. Besides, I think Keisha might continue to surprise you. You've kept her incredibly busy and she still managed to not only make a relationship work, but a long distance relationship to boot."
Miranda nodded and sighed. She knew her wife had a point. "Are you upset that I didn't tell you?"
Andy shrugged her shoulders. "I wish I would have had just a little heads up, but I'm not upset. I've never questioned how you do business. RUNWAY is your domain, Miranda. You know that. Does Keisha know about any of this?"
"Of course not. I wanted to see if she would excel on her own, not because of a possible promotion."
"And you think she'll be ready by then?"
Miranda nodded. "She's ready now. It's just a matter of allowing her believe it herself."
The moment was broken by the sound of Andy's cell phone. She fished it out of her back pocket and stepped away to take the call. She saw Cassidy's name flashing on the screen. "Hey sweetie. What's up?"
Miranda stood off to the side and listened to the one-sided conversation.
"Of course, I did… I will… Will you stop worrying?... Is Keisha still picking you up at the airport?... Oh great… We'll see you soon, baby…. Love you too. Bye."
"That was Cass. Keisha just picked her up from the airport. They will be here soon. Oh and she asked me to tell you to be nice to Keisha tonight."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I suppose you should go change then. I think that new Stella McCartney number will do nicely."
Andy pouted. "Why can't I be comfortable at dinner in my own home?"
"If I have to be uncomfortable tonight, so do you." Miranda said pushing a grumbling Andy towards the stairs.
The dinner, for the most part, went as well as could be expected. Miranda was quiet and reserved, but she wasn't being all… La Priestly to Cassidy's relief. Fortunately, Andy had the ability to make just about anyone feel at ease. She and Keisha had kept the conversation flowing throughout dinner.
"So where are you originally from, Keisha?" Andy asked over dinner.
"I'm actually from Washington, D.C. My parents still live there."
"Really? You seem like a native New Yorker."
Keisha shrugged her shoulders a little. "We had to travel a lot because of my dad's job. We spent a lot of time here in the city."
"What do your parents do… if you don't mind me asking?"
Keisha grinned at the journalist. Cassidy had warned her about her mother's intense curiosity. "I don't mind at all. My mother is a professor of history. She still teaches at Georgetown University. My dad is a politician."
Andy squinted her eyes. It only took a moment for recognition to set in. "Your father is Congressman Wesley Norwood isn't he?"
Keisha glanced at Cassidy and they both grinned.
"I told you she would figure it out. Moms used to cover political events and elections years ago when she started out as a reporter."
Keisha nodded sheepishly. She knew this was probably the first time Miranda was hearing this information as well. She had deliberately left her family history out of her applications and contacts when she applied with RUNWAY.
"Yes, he's my father."
Andy nodded with approval. "I had the pleasure of speaking with him a few years back. You should be proud. He's one of the few good guys left on Capitol Hill."
"With a pedigree like that, what made you venture into something as frivolous as fashion?" Miranda asked in her quiet voice.
Everyone froze for a moment. They all knew Miranda didn't believe fashion was frivolous. This was a test of sorts. Keisha daintily wiped her mouth with the napkin before she looked Miranda straight in the eyes.
"My father always said that each person has a god-given talent and put on this earth for a purpose. Whatever that talent is, one must use it to make a contribution to the world. My mother's talent and purpose is to teach and share knowledge. My father uses his mind and his words to make changes in a world that is sometimes reluctant. My talent lies in vision and creativity. My purpose is to show the world beauty in all its forms. I may not stand before a classroom full of eager students or a group of politicians, but my purpose isn't frivolous by a long shot."
Miranda appraised the woman before giving the faintest of nods. Cassidy beamed. She knew her mother was impressed.
"So… Cass, you ready for graduation? The big day is getting closer." Andy asked changing the subject.
"God, you have no idea. I am so ready to be back in the city."
"I know your brother will be happy. I hope you and Caroline know that he's already prepared an agenda of activities for your first week home." Miranda said.
Cassidy playfully groaned. "I'll be sure to tell Caroline when I go back. Where is he, by the way? I was sure he'd tackle us when we came through the door."
"Your Uncle Josh is in town on business. He took Alex to dinner and a movie." Andy answered.
"Cool." Cassidy said tossing her napkin on the table. "Well guys, I am officially stuffed. Please thank Louisa for making my favorite and tell her that she still rocks."
"And how do you know I didn't prepare this lovely meal for you?" Miranda asked looking affronted.
Cassidy and Andy looked at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. Keisha wasn't stupid. She suddenly became very interested in the designs on the delicate tea-cup.
The laughter and good-natured teasing finally died down and Miranda stood. "Cassidy, help your mother clear the table. Keisha, why don't you join me in the study?"
Cassidy was about to object when Keisha placed a hand on the girl's arm. "It's fine."
Cassidy watched them leave then turned back to Andy. "Was that a good idea… letting her go in there alone?"
"You're mother just wants to talk to her about a few things. You saw her tonight. Keisha can handle it."
"I hope you're right."
Miranda led Keisha inside her private study and promptly offered her a drink. Keisha refused of course. Miranda leaned back against the desk and gazed at the woman before her.
"Do I need to ask if your intentions are honorable?"
"I believe you do. I would ask if it were my daughter."
Miranda almost smirked. "So?"
"I love Cassidy. I love everything about her. My intention is to be with her for as long as she'll have me."
"She's young."
"Which she makes up for in maturity."
"Andrea says that makes me a hypocrite… referring to age. I'm suire you are aware that there is quite an age difference between Cassidy's other mother and I."
Keisha moved farther into the room. "My father is twelve years older than my mother. She always said that she needed to find an older man because she was much too mature for the men her own age. I assume that was the same for your wife. I can only hope that is the case for Cassidy as well."
"Touché." Miranda said with a smirk.
She pushed off the desk and rounded to the other side. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a file. She walked over and handed it to Keisha.
"I would like you to know that this plan was put into place long before I was made aware of your relationship with my daughter. You should not think this is a bribe for you to leave her or stay with her. You do, however, need to make a decision as to whether or not this is what you want for yourself as it will affect all aspects of your life."
Keisha took a seat on the sofa and started reading through the file. Miranda could tell the exact moment the younger woman understood what she was reading. She had become terribly still. A short while later Keisha finally looked up. Her face was completely unreadable.
"You think I can do this?"
Miranda tilted her head and raised a deadly brow.
Keisha nodded. "Of course. We wouldn't even be talking about it if you didn't. Sorry."
Miranda lazily waved her hand in response.
"Does Cassidy know?"
"No. It is up to you to tell her if you wish."
Keisha licked her lips and swallowed. "If it's a choice between Cassidy and this job, I would choose her. You need to know that before we take this conversation any further."
Miranda smiled on the inside but remained stoic. "This is quite the opportunity; one that may not come along again."
"I'm aware of that… but I don't think someone like Cassidy will come along again either."
"Very well. You've made your choice."
Keisha took a deep breath and found her center, knowing she'd made the right decision. She knew Miranda Priestly's reputation. One simply did not refuse Miranda without there being consequences.
"You will simply have to find a balance."
Keisha frowned. "Ex… Excuse me?"
"Your life, Keisha… you will have to find a balance between work and… other things." Miranda said rolling her eyes. Although Cassidy was a grown woman, she still had a difficult time picturing her daughter as someone's lover. "Do keep up will you? You know how I love repeating myself."
Keisha snorted humorlessly. "Finding a balance... that's easier said than done, Miranda. How did you do it?"
Miranda couldn't help it. She let out a soft laugh. "Terribly of course and if you tell anyone I said that I will earn my reputation."
Cassidy and Andy were hovering on the other side of the door. When they heard the soft laughter coming from inside, they began to worry. They both jumped back and hid around the corner as the door to the study was pulled open. They were stunned to see Miranda with a gentle hand on Keisha's back as they made their way down the hall.
Cassidy's eyes were wide as saucers when she looked at Andy. "What the fuck was that?"
Andy giggled. "Language, Cassidy. Language."
"I've seen the changes in my daughter lately. You've been a good influence in her life."
"Thank you, Miranda. That means a lot coming from you." Keisha said humbly. She cleared her throat and stood back. "If there is nothing else, I should head back to my seat. Cassidy would kill me if I managed to miss her name being called."
Miranda smirked. "She has you on a bit of a short leash doesn't she?"
Keisha laughed at Miranda's rare display of her wicked sense of humor. "She is a Priestly woman. Patience is not her best quality."
Miranda glared at her with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Cheeky."
Keisha sighed secretly in relief. She was still getting used to this new side of Miranda. Following that dinner two months prior, Miranda began treating Keisha as if she were a colleague rather than an assistant. She was officially Miranda's protégé and everyone knew it. This made Keisha's life a little easier. Although Miranda was still the ever demanding boss that sometimes drove her employees to the brink of insanity, Keisha was privy to the many complicated sides of this miraculous woman; a woman whose gigantic shoes she was destined to fill. Miranda was now her teacher and Keisha was soaking up the wisdom like a sponge.
Keisha sometimes wondered if Miranda was more relaxed around her because of her relationship with Cassidy. Either way, she had decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she had anything to say about it, Miranda Priestly was going to be a fixture in her life for years to come; possibly for the rest of her life judging by the Tiffany ring hidden at the bottom of her sock drawer.
Forty-five minutes later, the ceremony was nearly over. After an intense disagreement with the head of the University, Miranda was allowed to forgo the traditional headdress. The idea of disturbing her iconic silver mane was unacceptable. Once the hair crisis had been averted, Miranda was bestowed her honorary fine arts degree and she gave her address to the graduates. Andy had been immensely proud.
The speech was poignant, yet brief. She spoke about remaining true to one's beliefs and values while in search of success; that ambition could be both a blessing and a curse. One simply had to know the difference. Miranda had even broken one of her own cardinal rules. She spoke about her daughter's in public. Andy could hear the change in the tone of Miranda's voice when she mentioned their names. She knew the older woman was feeling emotional in that moment; she was sure Caroline and Cassidy would notice as well. The Ice Queen had shown a rare display of emotion, in public no less, which was a testament of just how proud Miranda was of them.
The issuing of the degrees took the longest amount of time. Cassidy had already received her degree. Andy had grinned as her brother and son whistled and cheered their hearts out. She was sure Miranda would kill them for their barbaric display.
They were now waiting patiently for Caroline's name to be called. Keisha had been a godsend. She had managed to have a professional photographer ready and waiting to get shots of the girls' as they were given their diploma. It was even more touching because Miranda was allowed to hand the diploma to her daughters personally.
As a few more names were called, she was distracted by her son's constant movement at the end of the row.
"Alex, will you please sit still? It's almost over."
"But I'm bored, Moms." He said slumping in his chair.
"Alexander, this is your sisters' graduation and you will sit here and enjoy it even if it kills you." Andy said giving him the evil eye.
Alex's eyes widened and he immediately sat up. "Geeze Moms, you don't have to break out the death glare." He pulled out his phone and started snapping a few pictures.
Audrey and Josh both looked away and smothered their grins. Keisha kept her eyes straight ahead.
"And what are you two grinning at?"
Josh leaned over and whispered. "That was pretty scary. You've totally turned into Mom."
"And what is so displeasing about that, Joshua?" Audrey asked in an icy tone.
Josh paled and swallowed hard. "Nothing Mom."
Andy simply grinned and awaited her daughter's name.
After the graduation ceremony was over, the entire family went to Tamarine for a celebratory dinner. Miranda ordered the most expensive champagne and toasted her girls' success. Before long, the dinner began to wind down. The girls were in their own world while Miranda and Audrey began a debate over what Andy's new book should be titled. Andy had written Miranda's biography. It was a daunting endeavor that had taken nearly two years to complete. The last few chapters were dedicated to Miranda becoming the first female Chair of the Board of Elias-Clarke Publications. Never being one to say she was at the end of her story, Miranda thought 'The Next Chapter' was a fitting title. Audrey, who just loved busting Miranda's chops, insisted that it be titled 'That's all.'
After a long day of excitement, Alex fell asleep in Keisha's lap during the limo ride back to the hotel. He had developed quite the crush on the beautiful woman. No one could really blame him for that. He was Miranda Priestly's son; of course he had impeccable taste. Keisha helped carry him up to their rooms where Audrey took him to her suite for the night.
Josh said his goodbye in the lobby, meeting up with an old acquaintance that was now living nearby. Andy could tell by the way her brother's eyes lit up at the sight of the attractive blonde that she would be seeing the mystery woman again.
After another round of hugs and kisses, Caroline, Cassidy and Keisha all promised to be ready for their flight home the next morning before leaving to check out a new dance club. Andy was sure they wouldn't be leaving on time.
Following a relaxing shower, Andy walked out of the bathroom and found Miranda already sitting up in bed reading a magazine.
"And then there were two." She said flopping down on the bed face first.
Miranda looked at her and chuckled. "Tired darling?"
Andy mumbled a few words before turning over on her side and gazing up at Miranda. "I don't think tired covers what I'm feeling at the moment. I feel like I need a week of continuous sleep just to feel human again."
"The last few months have been quite stressful for you with finishing the book, the girls' graduation, and other things."
Andy knew Miranda was skirting around mentioning her father. It had been a troubling time for her. She thought saying goodbye at the funeral would bring her the closure she needed, but up until recently she still found herself struggling with the past.
"You don't have to tip-toe around it, babe. I know I haven't been myself for a while." She reached over and took Miranda's hand. "But I think I'm finally okay now."
Miranda raised a brow. "Really?"
Andy nodded. "Yeah. It finally hit me today… as I watched our girls walk across that stage. I realized I have absolutely no regrets… about anything. This is the life I was meant to have and I wouldn't change a single thing about the past because it led me to this moment… with you and our family. I'm sure that I'll never forget how things ended with my father, but… I think I can finally forgive him."
Miranda's eyes softened and Andy was sure she saw a flicker of a tear… or it could have been an effect of the soft lighting.
"You are a rare creäture, Andrea. Not many people could remain so open and loving after going through what you've been through. I feel honored to be loved by you."
Andy graced Miranda with one of her full-blown smiles. Miranda felt her breath catch just as it had for the past fifteen years. "Well lucky for you I plan to keep on loving you for a very long time. If I weren't about to pass out, I'd show you just how lucky you are."
Miranda smirked deviously. "And you're supposed to be the May in this May-December romance. The youth of today have no stamina."
Andy peered up at her through one open eye. "Are you saying I have no stamina lady?"
Miranda sniffed. "Well, I am lying here in new lingerie and you haven't even noticed. I guess we've finally become an old married couple. I suppose we could just sleep the night away… since you're…."
Andy narrowed her eyes in determination before pouncing. "I'll show you stamina, Priestly."
"Promises… Promises." Miranda laughed before Andy quickly shut her up with a scorching kiss.
Hours later, Miranda and Andy fell back on the bed a sweaty mess and both struggling to breathe. Andy turned and grinned. "Any other comments about my stamina?"
Miranda let out a contented sigh before releasing a rare giggle. "No, No. That's all."
The End.
A/N 2: I totally stole the twins' graduation story from a youtube video of Meryl at her youngest daughter's ceremony. I thought it fit well.
