Andy stopped in the doorway entranced by what she found. Mollye was cuddling with Miranda while she walked around the study quietly singing a verse from Old MacDonald.

"You have a lovely voice," she said to the older woman after she finished a round of 'moo moo here and there.' I can see why she finds it soothing."

"This song always worked with Caroline, so I thought I would give it a try with her." She looked down at Mollye who had fallen asleep in her arms.

"Why the tears?" She nodded towards her daughter who's eye lashes were still damp.

Miranda smiled and gently placed the toddler in her play pen. "She was a little frustrated."

"Why?"

Miranda pointed to a book on the coffee table, Runway's mock up. "She finds incompetence infuriating." Andrea rolled her eyes. "Oh wait, that was my problem, she was upset that I wouldn't let her chew on it."

"So basically, you were working, and she wanted your attention."

"Hmm, yes, I would say that covers it."

"It looks like she got it."

"She did, I think the phrase 'Resistance is futile,' is appropriate for her.

"Miranda are you comparing my daughter to a Borg drone?" Andy asked chuckling. "How do you even know about the Borg?"

"No, she is more like the Borg Queen and I don't think even Captain Janeway could save me."

"Captain Janeway can't but Old MacDonald can?"

"Yes, one of life's odd contradictions I suppose." Miranda sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. "Sit with me," she said giving Andy a serious look. "It's time we had a talk."

"It's ok Miranda," Andy said quickly. "It's no big deal I know it's time for us to go."

"Go? It is Sunday afternoon and Mollye just went down for a nap. Where in the world would you be going?"

"Very funny, you know what I mean. Mollye and I have been disrupting your home for over three weeks between us. It's time to give you your life back."

"No dear," Miranda said seriously, "Having you and Mollye here has been a delight for the whole Priestly family. It's time for you to get your life back and you can do that right here."

"What do you mean?"

"Andrea you have been out of work and in dire straits for some time now," Miranda locked eyes with the younger woman. "You can't tell me that your living situation is not precarious. You certainly have not been able to do any job hunting." She patted Andy's leg gently, "Where exactly would you go? To your parents?"

"I guess I will have to. You are right I don't have any other choice." Andy looked down at her hands.

"Of course, you do," Miranda put her hand under Andy's chin and brought her eyes up to face her. "You will stay right here."

"Miranda, I can't –

"No, no" Miranda interrupted, "that was not a question. Mollye is settled and so are you. We will put your things in storage and you will stay here."

"I don't understand why you would do this, it's too much. You can't change your whole life just because my daughter has beautiful eyes."

Miranda took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Maybe I didn't say it right the first time. I should have said, one look into those big brown eyes and I fell in love…again."

"Again?"

"She has your eyes, your beautiful big brown eyes."

"Miranda, it sounds like you are saying that you love me."

"That is exactly what I am saying. It's understandable that you don't reciprocate, how could you? I'm twenty years your senior, I have two teenagers and the temperament of an angry dragon. But let me do this for you anyway, stay here." Miranda took both of Andy's hands in hers, "There will be no expectations I'm very good at keeping my feelings to myself, just stay until you are back on your feet."

Andy smiled at Miranda with watery eyes. "I will stay, but I have expectations."

"I promise you Andrea nothing will change."

Andy squeezed her hands, "And if I want them to, what then?" Andy scooted closer to the other woman. "What if I think you are the most gorgeous woman in the world and twenty years mean nothing to me? What if I think your teenage girls are wonderful and what if I love dragons angry or otherwise?"

"I… what are you saying? Don't toy with me Andrea, don't be unkind."

"Never, I would never be unkind to you! What I am saying is that I reciprocate. If you want someone twenty years your junior who comes attached with a toddler, a toddler with the attitude of the Borg Queen then we are yours, I am yours."

Miranda, teary eyed with joy, reached out and pulled Andy's face between her hands, "So you have expectations," she said in a rather sultry voice.

"Several," Andy replied while mesmerized by Miranda's lips moving in on hers. Their kiss was sweet and short, they pulled apart and gazed in to each other's eyes.

"Those kinds of expectations?"

Andy swung around and straddled Miranda, "More like this," Andy leaned in for a kiss that quickly became passionate. When they broke apart they were both breathing heavily.

"I think we are in accord Miranda said gently."

"Your kisses are just like you," Andy said leaning in for another gentile joining of lips.

"How so?"

Andy smiled, "Why worthy of admiration of course!"