I do not own anything from DWP but I am having fun using them for inspiration.

Rated M A two chapter story. Let me know what you think.

Andréa walked into Miranda's office with the information that had demanded first thing off the elevator that morning. Since Emily had been out Andréa was working double time. As Andréa went to lay the packet on Miranda's desk she looked up and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Mira …"

Just then Nigel whipped in around Andréa with a large portfolio and was ready to plop it down on Miranda's desk when he too stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly he started backing up.

Miranda was wearing one of her metallic jackets over a white silk shirt that was open enough to show plenty of chest. She was furiously scratching her left arm. Miranda looked up and leveled one of her best glares at the two employees in her office.

"What has gotten into the two of you?"

Andréa had her right hand covering a wide grin that was spreading across her face. Nigel was frowning and rubbing his hand over his bald head.

"Well, is no one able to talk? Did both of you have your tongues amputated?"

Nigel started giggling, then he broke out laughing and he could not stop. Tears were running down his face and he began snorting.

Miranda was about ready to fire the two as they had seem to go into hysterics until Andréa spoke up. "Miranda how long have you been itchy?"

Miranda spun her head at the beautiful brown-eyed woman. "What business is it of yours about how long I have been itchy, as you put it?"

Andréa had to cover her mouth again as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Miranda have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"

The Dragon Lady was ready to burn both of them. "Is there some reason you what to know that?" She humped.

"Miranda you look like the spotted dog on the island of misfit toys." Andréa giggled.

Miranda stood up abruptly and lunged forward, her hands slamming on her desk top, "Excuse me!"

"I – I'm s – sorry Miranda, but I think you have chickenpox."

Now Miranda knew her employees, or at least her second assistant had lost their minds. "Chickenpox. And what pray tell makes you think that? Did you receive a Ph.D. that I do not know about?"

Nigel finally found his voice, "Miranda have you ever had chickenpox?"

Miranda exacerbated, replied, "The girls had chickenpox when they were five. I took care of them for almost three weeks. Caroline broke out with them first then Cassidy broke out about five days later."

Andréa gasped, "And you never got them?"

Miranda flung her hands in the air, "I am sure I had them as a child. How could I have gotten them again?"

Andréa and Nigel shook their heads.

"Miranda you have spots all over your face and down your chest." Andréa pointed out, then blushed a bright red.

Miranda rolled her eyes, "And where would I have caught chickenpox?"

Andréa and Nigel laughed.

"Miranda, do you not remember Emily has been out of work for the last week because she has chickenpox?"

Miranda stopped and stared at the woman. She looked down at her chest and before Nigel knew it Miranda had bolted from behind her desk and was headed for her private bathroom just off the office. Miranda had not paid attention as to why her first assistant had not been at work the past few days. She only observed her second assistant being able to do both jobs without much effort. Why would she care where Emily was as long as everything was getting done? Miranda looked, shocked at her face. She ran a hand down her neck and to her chest pulling away the shirt. Red spots were everywhere, and she itched so badly.

Nigel moved out-of-the-way on instinct as he had never had the childhood disease and getting it now was not something he cared to participate in.

"Andrea bag."

Before Andy could move Miranda was sprinting out of the bathroom, her large sunglasses on and a Hermes scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face.

Andréa was just able to turn and head out in front of Miranda. As Miranda got onto the elevator Andréa was on the phone to Roy.

As Miranda exited the elevator everyone parted for her but then they turned and stared. What in the world was she wearing was all they could think.

Roy had the car by the curb and was standing with the back door open for Miranda. She slid in the seat and before Roy had the chance to Miranda grabbed the handle and slammed it shut. She than leaned for and pushed the button to put the privacy screen up.

Nigel came walking out of the office still rubbing his head. Andréa glared at him, "That was not very nice or smart to be laughing at her."

Nigel shook his head, "Six I am sorry but I could not help it. Now what are we going to do?"

Andy took a deep breath, "You need to take over today. I'll call HR and have them get a temp secretary in to answer the phones. Maybe Serena can help you out. I need to call Miranda's doctor and see if there is anything he can do for her and then I need to go get the supplies she will need to help her through this. I am going to need to figure out what to do with the girls too. I know Miranda is not going to be up to caring for them for a few days."

Nigel shook his head, "Serena took some days off to stay at home and nurse Emily."

Andréa frowned, "Nurse my ass. She just wants to be able to spend all day and all night in bed with Emily."

Nigel gasped, "Six!" and he started laughing again.

Andy smiled, "Sorry. Is there anyone else who can help you?"

Nigel thought for a moment, "I'll call Jocelyn."

"Just do not tell them why Miranda is out of the office." Andréa warned.

"Six, I am shocked that you would think I would go around telling any and every one that." Nigel held his hand up to his heart.

Andy frowned, "Really Nigel? I know you all too well."

Andy was on the phone to Miranda's doctor, "What is your name? Well, Tracy, this is Miranda Priestly's assistant do you want me to tell her that you would not put me through to Dr. Greene?"

Soon a strong but feminine voice came across the phone, "Hello, this is Dr. Greene what can I do for you?"

Andréa took a deep breath, "Miranda just went home. I believe she has chickenpox. She has these little fluid filled bumps all over her face and chest, and she has been scratching all morning."

There was a pause, "She has them all over her chest?"

Andy stammered, "We – Well I me – mean the part that you can see. I – I mean the part that is not covered up by her shirt."

Dr. Greene was smiling on the other end of the phone, "have you seen chickenpox before?"

"Yes, Miranda's first assistant broke out in them just a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh, well that is interesting. I know Miranda had been vaccinated and her children had it years ago and Miranda never caught them. I am going to call in a prescription for her an antiviral medication. You need to keep an eye on her for any complications."

Andy's voiced cracked, "Complications? Is that serious?"

Dr. Greene sighed, "It could be. Chickenpox in adults can make them very sick."

Andy gasped, "O.K. what do I need to look for?"

Dr. Greene started listing the symptoms, "Difficulty breathing, high fevers. You can give her Tylenol to help keep her fevers down. It will help to keep her comfortable too. Do not let her scratch she may infect the lesions if she breaks them open by scratching. Any difficulty walking, stiff neck, or lethargy. Also if any area on her body looks reddened, swollen, or very hot to touch. If any of this shows up you need to contact me immediately. Use my private number if need be, Miranda has it."

Andy was busily writing all of this down. She sighed, "O.K. Yes, I will be sure and do that, and I will get her started on the medication as soon as I pick it up. Thank you Dr. Greene."

Once Andy hung up the phone she dialed Nigel, "Nigel, I am on my way out. Have you found anyone to help you yet?"

"Yes, I have good news. Emily has been cleared by her doctor to come back to work next week. So she and Serena will be able to help along with Jocelyn. We should be fine."

Andy let out a deep breath, "That is good news. I will probably be in and out of the office. Miranda's doctor gave me some symptoms of serious side effects to look for. I will want to keep a close eye on Miranda."

Andy heard Nigel laughing over the phone, "What is funny Nigel?"

Nigel coughed, "Oh sorry Six nothing really." To himself Nigel thought, I am sure Six will want to keep a close eye on their boss. He had sensed it for some time now. There was more than a working relationship between the two women. They might not have realized it yet themselves but there was a sexual tension in the air every time they were in a room together. He knew Six had a live in boyfriend and Miranda might be married to her third husband, but the two of them were meant for each other. Six glowed even brighter and Miranda was softer when the two of them were together.

"You go ahead do what you need to do for Miranda. Let me know how things are going. I will make sure that The Book is on-line at all time so Miranda can view it as she feels. If she wants we can also have either video or phone conferences if needed."

"Thanks Nigel I will be in touch." Andréa was relieved.

On the way back to her townhouse Miranda was seething. She was going to fire Emily before she even made it back to work for bring this … this disease and infecting her. How was she going to function as Editor in Chief at Runway stuck at home for two weeks? Miranda grabbed her phone and dialed she just remembered that Kara had not had chickenpox. When the girls had it Kara had to stay away from the townhouse until their lesions had crusted over. "Kara, it is Miranda. Kara I am on the way home and you need to leave before I get there."

"Miranda, why? Did I do something to upset you?"

"No, no, Kara. It would seem I have come down with a case of chickenpox."

It was silent. "But, but how? You took care of the girls and never …"

"Yes, so I remember. Look Kara I am almost at the house. You will be paid for your time off just like when the girls were sick. I just do not want to expose you."

"Miranda, are you sure? Who will take care of you?"

"Kara, I am a grown woman. I am capable of caring for myself. Now go home. That is an order."

Andy dialed her phone again, "Roy, it is Andy after you drop Miranda off at her home come back To Runway and pick me up I need to get something's for Miranda and take them to the townhouse."

"Andy, what is wrong with Miranda? She acted like I was contagious or something."

Andy giggled, "Roy, I wish I could tell you but Miranda would not like it if I did."

Roy shook his head, "O.K. Andy I will ring you as I am pulling up to Elias-Clarke."

"Thanks Roy." Andy hung up.

Roy had to laugh to himself and wondered when the two women would figure out what many people already knew. He pulled up outside Miranda's townhouse and before he could get out the back door opened and Miranda was already half way up the steps to her front door. Roy shook his head. What could be going on with Miranda?

Miranda left herself in the house and immediately went up to her bedroom. She threw her purse on the dresser inside the room and headed for the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror in sighed. Her fingers gently touched and probed the spots on her face and chest. God she itched, but knew if she scratched there would be scars. What was she going to do? She took off her clothes and spots were everywhere. She then went into her closet where she kept medications for the family. She found some Benadryl and Tylenol. Going back to the bathroom she took a dose of each and then decided to take a cool bath to help ease the itch and wait for the medication to kick in.

As she laid back against the cool tub Miranda could feel her eyelids get heavy. She climbed out of the bath and wrapped herself in one of her large thick towels and climbed into bed where she promptly fell asleep.

In the meantime Roy had picked Andy up and took her to Miranda's pharmacy. Andy picked up Miranda's prescription, some calamine lotion, oatmeal bath, Benadryl, and Tylenol. Then Roy dropped her off at the townhouse.

Andy was extremely concerned about Miranda. She dialed Greyson (the twins Father). "Greyson, this is Andy. Miranda's assistant. Look Miranda is not feeling good and will not be able to care for the girls for a few days can you pick them up after school and take them home with you?"

"Oh, Andy I would but I am out of the country. What is wrong with her?"

"I am afraid she has caught Chickenpox."

There was a pause. "Chickenpox? How could she have Chickenpox? She took care of the girls when they had it and she never caught it. She always said she had it as a child."

"I cannot answer that Greyson but that is what she's got."

"Andy I am really sorry. I will not be back in the states for three days. Then I can take the girls with me."

Andy sighed, "Maybe Kara will be able to stay at the house and care for them until you get back."

"Oh Andy no. Kara has never had Chickenpox. She had to stay away when the girls were sick. That is why Miranda had taken a leave from the magazine to care for them."

"What?" Andy sighed exacerbated, "So now what?"

"Andy can you not stay at the townhouse for a few days? The girls are in school so you would only have to be there during the night."

"Me? Oh, oh no. Miranda will not want me staying at the house let alone taking care of the girls."

Greyson was confused, "What are you talking about Andy? Miranda trust you more than any other assistant she has ever had. More than any household staff except for possibly Kara. And the girls think you are great."

Andy was stunned, "W –What? Are you serious?"

"Trust me Andy, besides there is no one else to do it."

"O.K. fine Greyson. Just let me know when you get back into town." Andy hung up the phone, "Roy we need to stop at my apartment first"

"Yes Andy."

"Now how the hell am I going to explain this to Nate?" Then she gasped, "What about Stephen?" She had no idea where he was or what he would say about her staying at the townhouse. God how did she always get herself into these messes?

When Andy got to the apartment Nate was still there. "You are going where to spend the night? Andy you are her assistant at work not at her house! Have someone else take care of the little brats. You are not getting paid to nurse the Dragon back to life!"

"Nate please. There is no one else to watch the girls until their Father gets back into town, and Miranda could get really sick. It is not fair to leave the girls alone with that."

"Really Andy, after the way they treat you? If that is the way you want to be. Do not expect me to hang around when you decide to come back home. Unless you're not coming back home. Are you going to make them your new family?"

Andy tried to hug Nate, "Nate don't be silly. Nate, please try to understand."

Nate pushed her hands away and turned. He left the apartment slamming the door. Andy blew out a breath of air. The fight did not even make her sad just pissed off. Well, she thought, if that's the way he wants to be than fine. She was not going to worry about it she had to hurry and get over to Miranda's before the girls got home from school.

"Thanks Roy, enjoy a few days off." Andy headed for the townhouse and up the front stairs. She stood there for a few minutes wondering if she should ring the bell or just let herself in. She opted for the bell it wasn't like she was bringing The Book and dry cleaning.

Andy rang the bell and waited. She looked around, fidgeted and rang it again. O.K. she was going to risk a fate worse than death. She let herself into Miranda's house.

"Miranda. Miranda." Where could she be? Roy said he brought her home. Andy looked in the living room and the kitchen, nothing. She looked up the steps. Do I dare risk it? Andy cringed as she remembered the night the twins tricked her into taking the book upstairs and found Miranda and Stephen arguing.

Andy called up the stairs, "Miranda."

Nothing. She tentatively climbed the stairs. How was she going to find which room was Miranda's bedroom? Andy knew she had lost her mind sneaking around Miranda's house like this.

"Miranda," she called out.

"Andréa?" It was just a whisper but she heard it. She looked down the hall and noticed a room with the door open.

Andréa walked down the hall and peeked in the room. She saw someone lying on the bed all bundled up in the covers. "Miranda," Andréa whispered. She heard a moan. Andy tentatively walked into the room. Once she got close to the bed she spotted the beautiful sliver white hair of her boss. Andy reached out, "Miranda, are you O.K?" Once Andy touched Miranda she almost instantly drew her hand back. "Miranda you are burning up."

"Andréa? What are you doing here?" Miranda responded groggily.

"I came to take care of you." Andy started removing medication from the bag in her hand.

"No, Andréa. Leave me be. I do not want anyone around." Miranda was flipping on of her hands in the air.

"Miranda, I am not going anywhere. You are sick. Besides someone needs to take care of the girls and Greyson is out of the country and will not be back for three days."

Andy got up and took the glass on the table into the bathroom and got fresh water. Back by the bed she started to peel away the blankets Miranda had bundled around her.

"Miranda, you need to take some of these blankets off, you are burning up."

"I am cold." Miranda whined as she grabbed the covers back.

Andy smoothed Miranda's hair from her forehead. "I know honey but we have to get this fever down." Andy removed the blankets again and found Miranda just wrapped in a towel. Andy smiled even sick Miranda was beautiful. She blushed, Miranda was naked underneath that towel, "Miranda, I have some medication for you to take. An antiviral and some Tylenol."

Miranda propped herself up on an arm holding the towel in place. "Where did you get the medicine from?"

Andréa shrugged, "I called your Doctor and she ordered it for you. She also gave me instructions on what complications to watch for. Are you itchy I have Calamine lotion and Benadryl for you to? I also have oatmeal bath so you can soak. You do not want to scratch the lesions, they might get infected."

Miranda watched the young women and melted under the deep brown eyes. She was so cute as she tried to explain everything.

Andréa handed Miranda the medication and glass of water. Sparks flew when their fingers touched, and Andréa blushed lowering her eyes.

Miranda took the medication and she almost lost hold of the towel. Both women blushed. "What did you mean someone needs to take care of the girls? I am their Mother and I can care for them myself. Just like I can take care of myself."

Andréa looked at Miranda and rolled her eyes. The woman was smart but when it came to her own health she was clueless. "Miranda you are in no shape to take care of yourself let alone the girls. Greyson asked if I could stay with you all until he got back to New York. I have no plans on leaving you. Ever."

Miranda blinked. There it was again. She thought she had heard Andréa call her honey before and now she is telling her she will never leave her?

"Now you rest here in bed, but not with all these covers. In an hour or so your fever should start to go down then you can take a bath. I am going downstairs before the girls get home." Andréa looked lovingly at Miranda and smiled. "Is there anything else I can do for you right now?"

Miranda thought yes there is a lot I would like for you to do for me. "No."

Andréa smiled, "Do the girls have snacks after school?"

Miranda looked at Andréa, "Yes fruit, then they have to do their homework before dinner."

Andréa nodded, "I'll be downstairs if you need anything O.K?"

Miranda nodded and continued to watch the young woman in front of her.

As Andréa walked out the door Miranda called out, "Andréa, Thank you."

Andréa turned with her megawatt smile on, "Your welcome Miranda."

Miranda laid back down and within minutes she was sound asleep with visions of Andréa in her mind.

Andy once downstairs went into the kitchen to see if she could find something for the girls to snack on and then something to make for dinner. Miranda had a well-stocked pantry and fridge. Miranda had been very lucky in finding Kara when the twins were born. Kara had stayed with the family even when the girls started going to school. She kept the kitchen well stocked with lots of healthy food.

Andy pulled some fruit and veggies out of the fridge and chopped them up. She made some of her famous yogurt dip to go with it. For dinner she was going to make fish with roasted veggies and potatoes. She hoped Miranda and the girls would like it. It was a good thing she had paid attention all the times Nate would cook for them. Andy frowned. Nate. She wondered if Nate was serious about leaving. Andy shook her head she could not worry about that now. She had to make sure Miranda got better without any complications.

Andy heard the front door come flying open. "Kara, we're home and hung …" Andy came around the corner and the girls stopped short.

"Andy?" Cassidy was standing, eyes wide open. "What are you doing here?"

"Shh, your Mother is up stairs trying to rest she is not feeling good."

Miranda was standing at the top of the stairs, "Is that the way you girls come into the house every day?"

Andy and twins both turned, "Mom! What is wrong with you?" Caroline called out.

Miranda came down the stairs, "It seems I have come down with Chickenpox. You young lady did not answer my question."

Caroline looked at Cassidy and then back to her Mother, "Cas is the one who came in screaming."

"I did not! You did!"

"You lie …"

"Girls."

The twins looked at their Mother, "Sorry Mom."

Cassidy started laughing.

Miranda glared, "What seems to be so funny?"

'Mom you look like the spotted dog on the island of misfit toys!"

Caroline was laughing so hard she snorted.

Miranda smirked, "It seems you two are not the only ones who think that."

Andy was standing in the kitchen doorway smiling at the exchange between Miranda and her girls.

Miranda looked over at Andy and their eyes meet. They stayed like that for a few minutes, "and it seems Andréa has taken on the task to take care of us until I am better."

Andy looked away quickly and blushed. "You seem to be feeling better."

Miranda nodded, "The fever has broken, and now I itch all over."

Andy giggled, "I put the bag of medication in your bathroom."

Miranda raised her eyebrows, "You were in my bathroom too?"

The twins gasped, "Why does Andy need to take care of us. Where is Kara?"

Miranda looked back at the girls, "Kara has never had the Chickenpox so she will not be able to come to work until I am no longer contagious. I am assuming Andréa has had them."

Andy nodded.

The girls looked from their Mother to Andy and then back again.

The four stood looking at each other, none of them knew what to do.

"Uhm, there is some cut fruit and veggies with a yogurt dip in the fridge if you girls are hungry."

The girls looked at Andy and then at their Mom again.

Cassidy grabbed Caroline's arm and started dragging her into the kitchen.

"Andréa I believe you can go home now. As you can see I am much better now."

Andy turned toward Miranda, "But Miranda what if your fever comes back? I do not think I should leave you here all alone."

Miranda smiled, "Thank you Andréa for everything you have done, but if it does I will take some more Tylenol. "

Andy looked around she did not know what to do. "Uhm … O.K. but if you need anything call me. Uhm there is dinner in the oven it should be done by six."

Andy walked over to the door where her bag was sitting she turned around, "I really think you should let me stay."

Miranda closed her eyes. My god those brown eyes were going to drive her crazy. "Andréa, I said I was fine."

Andy jumped. "Yes. O.K. Miranda. I will just go than. Bye."

Miranda smiled, "Good bye Andréa and again thank you."

Andy turned around again and smiled brightly, "You are welcome Miranda." Then walked out the door.

Cassidy came racing out to the foyer, "Andy …" She looked around, "where is Andy?"

Miranda caressed Cassidy's head, "She needed to get home."

Cassidy frowned, "I thought she was going to stay and take care of all of us until you are feeling better."

Miranda smiled, "Do I not look like I am feeling better?"

Cassidy just shrugged, "It would have been nice if she could have stayed." Cassidy turned and went back out to the kitchen.

Miranda frowned then followed Cassidy. Miranda picked up a carrot and dipped it, taking a bite. "Mmmm this is good."

Caroline looked up, "Is Andy coming back?"

Miranda looked at the girls confused, "Why are you two so interested in whether Andréa is coming back or not?"

The girls shrugged.

"Caroline?" Miranda said in her soft, quiet, but stern voice.

Caroline looked up at her Mother through her eye lashes, "She seems nice enough."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, "And how would you know that? You have never talked to her before."

Cassidy kicked Caroline under the table. "Owe!"

Miranda sat down and pulled the veggies and dip away from them. "Look at me." Both girls looked up. "Talk."

Cassidy groaned, "Sometimes …"

"Cassidy! No!" Screamed Caroline.

Miranda glared at her first daughter by a few minutes.

"Cassidy, talk."

"Sometimes when Andy would drop off the book we would chat for a little while. Uhm, we are the ones who told her to take The Book upstairs that one night."

Miranda sighed, "Girls."

"Mom we are really sorry. We wanted to stop the argument between you and Stephen. Andy is nice and fun to talk to. You know she can tell us apart. She talks to us like we are people not babies. We like her."

"Do you know that stunt of yours almost got Andréa fired?"

Both girls looked at Miranda stunned. "You were going to fire her?"

Miranda nodded, "She came up to our private area without permission. She witnessed Stephen and me fighting. It is not something I want my employees seeing."

Caroline looked at Miranda with her deep blue eyes, "We did not want that to happen. Why did you not fire her?"

Miranda took a deep breath that was a very good question. If she told herself the truth, she would have been lost without the young woman. She would never want Andréa to leave. Miranda shook her head. "I thought better of it."

"Mom you have to stop scratching!" Caroline warned.

Miranda looked down she did not realize what she had been doing. "Cassidy go up into my bathroom and get the bag of medication Andréa brought for me."

Caroline looked at her Mother, "That was real nice of Andy to get medicine for you, and cook us dinner. You should have at least made her stay and have dinner first."

Miranda frowned and closed her eyes. If Andréa would have stayed Miranda would probably have lost it. The girl, her eyes, the smile was imbedded into her mind. She could not free herself of the way they made her feel. The sparks they elicited in her head, body, and soul. It had been bad enough waking to her face earlier.

When Miranda opened her eyes those dark blue eyes were staring at her. "Caroline, tonight I just want to rest. When I am feeling better we can ask her over for dinner. Would that be O.K?"

Caroline shrugged then nodded.

Cassidy came running into the kitchen, "here Mom."

Miranda looked through the bag there was everything in it she could possibly need. The girl was amazing. She pulled the oatmeal bath out and some Benadryl. Before she could take the Benadryl the buzzer on the oven went off.

"It is time to eat girls go get washed up." Miranda took the incredible smelling food out of the oven and put some on plates for her and the girls.

"Wow, what did Andy make for us? It smells so good." Miranda smiled as she sat the plate in front of her daughter. The girls were very icky eaters, this was amazing.

After they ate Miranda picked up the packet of oatmeal bath and took a Benadryl. "I am going up, take a bath, then go to bed. Girls I am counting on you to behave, do your school work, and then go to bed."

"We will Mom, hope you are feeling better." Miranda gave each girl a kiss on the forehead.

Miranda laid her head back in the tub. God it felt good. The cool water washing around her, and the oatmeal packet seemed to be working. The itchy feeling was gone.

Miranda closed her eyes and pictures of Andréa flew past in her mind. Those deep, dark pools of brown that look at her with concern and devotion.

Miranda took a hand of water and let it run between her fingers and onto her chest. Her nipples hardened as the water hit them. Miranda could imagine Andréa's full luscious mouth, and wet lips having their way with them. Miranda moaned as her hand rubbed over the sensitive buds.

Miranda could feel Andréa's hands run down her abdomen and over her dark wet curls. Miranda shivered. Thoughts of Andréa were intoxicating. Miranda's fingers slid into her aching core. She could not remember the last time she felt like pleasuring herself. Then again she could not remember the last time she had someone to fantasize over like Andréa. Miranda rubbed her inside with her fingers until she thought she would explode then pressed her thumb over her clit and she crashed with the strongest orgasm her could remember ever having.

As Miranda came down off her high she yawned. She did not know if it was the bath or the orgasm that made her so sleepy but she decided it was time to get out and go to bed.

Miranda dried off with a large fluffy white towel and then crawled into a robe. She went down the hall to the girl's room, and knocked on the door. "Come in Mom."

Miranda smiled, it was something she always practiced since the girls were very young. She felt if she expected the girls to be polite and respectful of others she should practice the same. She had always knocked on their door and waited for them to welcome her in and in return the girls did the same with her.

She walked in and went over to the girls giving them a kiss on the forehead and announced, "It is time for bed you have school tomorrow."

"Mom you feel hot," Caroline exclaimed.

Miranda smiled, "I just got out of the tub. Now get to sleep because that is what I am going to do. See you in the morning."

Miranda walked back to her room crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.