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Chapter 8/Epilogue

New York. City of possibilities.

Andy never dreamed in a million years that her life would be as it was now.

As her wife helped her into a Cartier necklace designed specifically for her, she adjusted her La Perla bra. Soft hands moved over the lace of her black bra, lips tugging gently at her ear.

“We have to get going, Miranda. I wouldn’t want you to be late to the ever popular Black and White Ball.” Andy laughed, wrapping her arms around Miranda, who was behind her, as best she could, allowing her love to kiss her neck.

“You’re right.” Miranda hummed. And just as Andy turned in her lovers embrace to kiss her, the girls came charging into the room. All three of their precious girls.

“Mommy!” Isabella tottered towards Miranda, reaching for her, wanting her to pick her up.

“How come she always goes to you?” Andy asked, playfully miffed as she watched Miranda sweep Isabella up into her arms. Andy let her hand run through her daughter’s long brunette hair.

“She likes me better, don’t you Bella?” Miranda grinned at her daughter, kissing her on her cheek as she snuggled into her mother’s neck.

“Mom, can I go to Katie’s tonight?” Caroline asked, her fingers working fast as they flew across her blackberry’s keypad.

“No, you’re going to stay here and help Cassidy babysit.” Miranda responded. When Caroline looked like she was going to protest Miranda sent her a glare. “If you don’t, you’re not going to Blake’s birthday.”

Caroline sighed.

“Hey, girls?” Andy cut in, “would you mind giving Bella something to eat before you put her to sleep. I don’t think she ate at all at dinner, did you sweetheart?” Andy felt her forehead. “Are you feeling all right, sweetheart?” Oh God, she sounded like her mom.

Bella nodded, “I okay, mommy.” She smiled at Andy and reached out to her, sensing that Miranda needed to finish getting ready. Andy took her and watched as her wife moved to her closet. She was looking for the new shoes that her new assistant had delivered for her earlier today.

“Girls, why don’t you take Bella downstairs? Mommy and Andy need to get ready, okay?” Miranda called from the closet, appearing moments later with her heels in hand.

Andy still needed to fix her hair. She allowed Cassidy to take Bella from her, making sure to kiss all three girls before sending them off.

Miranda’s lips were on hers the instant their daughter’s departed. “Go finish getting ready.” She kissed her again and sent her away with a swift pat on the butt.

Yes, this was not at all how Andy had imagined her life would be.

After sneaking around the city, moving from hotel to hotel on their lunch breaks, sneaking to little known restaurants, the paparazzi had quickly caught on. Before long it was impossible for them to pretend like nothing was happening. And it became too much to be apart. They were married in Boston; the girls gradually began accepting Andy. Miranda and Andy were so smitten together that they had agreed a baby was the next logical step and thus Isabella had come into their lives and Andy didn’t know how she could love someone so much. She had had no idea that she could love someone so much.

Miranda was equally besotted with the little girl, who was now three.

It all seemed too perfect and Andy could only thank the-powers-that-be that had landed she and Miranda at that same Ritz-Carlton on that same weekend.

It might not have happened if they hadn’t had that chance encounter and as cheesy as it sounded, Andy would have it no other way.