"Hey what do you think is going on over there?" asked Caroline Priestly, one redheaded teen in a matching set of two.

"I don't know," her mother Mirada Priestly said. "It is probably an accident let's turn away."

"Let's go see," said Cassidy redhead number two and she took off towards the melee.

As the editor of the world's premier fashion magazine, Runway, Miranda spent a lot of time on the move, so it was no surprise that she was able to overtake her daughter. As a rule, magazine editors are not often recognized but Miranda is the exception, her pure white hair with its iconic hair cut always stood out. Several people who were standing around near the accident were torn between looking at the celebrity and the accident.

"Cassidy other people's tragedies are not to be our entertainment!"

"But mom look," she pointed to the ambulance. "That woman on the gurney, that's your old assistant, right? That's Andrea!"

"Hold your voice down, we are not going to stand here and gawk." Said Miranda as she found her heart stopping while she gazed at the woman she hadn't seen for over a year.

Feeling that she was intruding on Andrea's privacy Miranda turned to walk away. She had only gone a few steps when she heard a familiar voice calling out to her "Miranda please, please help me, Oh God don't walk away please!"

Miranda turned back around slowly and walked over to Andrea. Seeing her covered in blood and barely conscious was heart breaking. "What can I do for you Andrea?"

"I don't have anyone to help." Andrea said in desperation. "They'll put her in state custody if I don't have someone to help." Andrea was crying and bleeding and getting paler by the minute. "I don't want her to be with strangers, please."

"Who are you talking about Andrea?" And then before she knew what was happening an EMT handed her a wriggling child who she guessed to be about year old. She looked down at her and then back up at her mother. "You don't want her to be with strangers, yet you want to send her home with me?" Miranda looked back down into her deep brown eyes, so like her mothers and hugged her in tight.

"Ma'am please" one of the ambulance drivers said. "Will you take her or not? She has been shot and is refusing transport until this is settled. We really need to get her to Presbyterian.

"You're not a stranger, you're Miranda." Andrea's voice was fading.

Miranda looked towards the ambulance driver, "Does she have any things?"

The driver pointed to the side of the road.

Miranda saw a stroller with a baby bag sitting against the curb.

"Cassy go get that." The young girl, as wide eyed as she could be, stared at her mother with a baby in her arms. Miranda pointed with her free hand, "Now."

Seeing her baby snuggled in safe and in the arms of someone she trusted Andrea whispered, "Thank you," and then closed her eyes.

The emergency team sprang to life getting the now unconscious Andrea settled in the ambulance. One of the EMTs called, "You're Miranda Priestly right? From Runway?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"And the baby will be with you? I can tell them she's with you?"

Miranda nodded again. "Yes, she'll be with me."

While watching the ambulance pull away Miranda snuggled the little girl against her shoulder and pulled out her phone. "Emily,"

"Yes Miranda?"

"There is an ambulance on its way to Presbyterian. I need to get the patient VIP treatment, private room and best care. Whatever her insurance won't pay I will."

"You do realize I don't work for you right?"

"If you work for Runway you work for me. We discussed this when I promoted you."

Usually this conversation caused a chuckle, but this time Emily must have heard the anxiety in her former bosses' voice and she said quickly, "All right Miranda, what's the patient's name?"

"Andrea Sachs," There was a pause as Emily processed the name in question, a name that had not been spoken at Runway for over a year.

"I'll get it done but Miranda…"

"Yes?"

"I'm not your assistant anymore. I know this needs special care and I'll do it because it needs to be done but I am not your gofer anymore."

"Thank you, Emily, I need you to handle this. She needs help and there is no one else who could do this right, no one else I can trust with something so fragile. It wouldn't matter if you'd gone to Vogue, I'd still have called you."

"Since I would never work for Anna the only way I'd be at Vogue would be as EIC, and Miranda even then I would still take your call." Miranda could hear the smile in Emily's voice. It never failed to amaze Miranda that when working through the nightmare that was Paris her assistant had actually become her friend.

"Thank you," Miranda hung up the phone and immediately made another call. "Susan when I come to work tomorrow I expect to see a portable crib and a bouncy chair in my office. There should also be diapers to fit a one year old, a case of readymade formula and some toys. I need you to send someone to my home, now, to move furniture. That's all"

"What do you think her name is?" Caroline wondered as they entered the front door.

"No idea Bobbsey, I just hope there is information in that bag. Honestly we know nothing about this child."

Cassidy smiled 'Don't worry Mom we'll figure it out."

Miranda squinted her eyes and glared at her daughter. "You know what I figured out?"

Cassidy lost her smile and cautiously shook her head no.

"I figured out that young ladies who run off to gawk at accidents thereby causing their mother to take in a baby, get diaper duty. That's what I figured out." She closed the door and herded the girls to the entertainment room, "You better hope that there is a diaper in that bag because I guarantee you she needs one right now!"

After a diaper change and some tummy tickling Miranda left the sleeping child on a blanket on the floor of the entertainment room. The twins were watching TV and the baby.

"Mom, Mom come see, we're on the news."

Miranda looked up from her fruitless search through the diaper bag. "Why are we on the news darling?"

Caroline rolled her eyes, "Three guesses Mom, first two don't count."

"So, the arrival of our house guest is already in the news?"

"Yup Cassidy has it pulled on her computer news feed."

Someone with their cell phone took video of Miranda at the scene of the accident. The footage showing Miranda holding Andrea's baby girl was more tender than ever seen in public.

"Mom!"

"For God's sake Caroline what?"

She walked in to the office handing off the now awake baby to her mother. "You wanna buy a bumper sticker?"

"Why would I want to do such a thing?"

"There is a really neat one, on line, it has an outline of you and a baby it says, 'She's not a stranger, She's Miranda'." Miranda rolled her eyes and kissed the baby's head. The baby that was still without a name.

"What will we call the baby girl mom?" Caroline asked.

"I guess baby girl will have to do by now. If she walks we'll switch to toddler girl." The two smiled at each other and Caroline and Cassidy continued to watch their mom and Baby Girl.

It was clear that the little girl had taken to Miranda. Between trying to eat her jewelry, patting her on the cheek and pulling her hair the baby cooed, gave the editor sloppy kisses and big smiles.

The twins smiled at each other. They watched their mother navigate this situation as if going for a walk frequently resulted in a baby. "You know Mom," Said Cassidy, "It's kind of cool to see you in the news for something like this."

"Really," said Caroline. "All the blogs and newsfeeds are saying nice things. A lot of people think it is great how quickly you agreed to take the baby."

"Oh Cassidy," Miranda said in a rather sing song voice.

"Yes Mom?"

"If people start leaving baskets of babies on our door step I promise your life will change dramatically."

"Oh?" the girl replied weakly.

"Oh yes, I will allow you to help support the babies with your new job cleaning the basement at Elias Clark."

"Mom, considering how this is turning out I think I should be offered a job in PR," The redhead replied causing her mother and sister to laugh uproariously. Baby girl joined right in giggling and clapping her hands.