Happiness is subjective Chapter 1

Sachs- Priestly Townhouse- Friday night

Andy took a step back from the hot stove, while her eyes and hands were busy trying to follow a recipe that Nate had given her over the phone earlier that day. She was trying to make a special dinner for her and Miranda when at around 7:20 pm she heard the distinct footsteps of Manolo clad feet coming down the hallway. This brought a radiant smile to her lips.

Miranda stopped at the entrance of the kitchen so she could admire the vision in front of her. Andy was wearing tight, black True Religion jeans with a white tank top and no shoes. Miranda was surprised at how fast Andy had lost weight after giving birth to their twin boys, for, only two months, later she was almost at a size 4 again.

"Good evening, Andrea," Miranda said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hey wifey," Andy replied looking at Miranda with a smile.

Miranda smiled back. It still amazed her how Andy could talk to her using endearments because she felt surprisingly fine with that even though Miranda Priestly had never been someone's wife. They always were her husbands'. Miranda never let them have such power over her, but now, she doesn't care that much about giving Andy this sort of control. She trusted and loved Andy more than she ever loved anyone else before this. This was a life she was not aware that she could have. Happiness was never with her for long, and she couldn't help but wonder if someday Andy would wake up one morning and simply leave her.

"Hi," Andy greeted her again, snapping Miranda out of the train wreck of her thoughts.

"Hi," Miranda replied and closed her eyes to welcome Andy´s lips for a quick peck as her soft, long arms went around Miranda's neck.

"I'm cooking you dinner, the chicken breast with cottage cheese lasagna that you like."

"I see you are in good mood so that means you did not burn the kitchen down," Miranda pointed towards the stove.

"Ha ha, it was a onetime thing and you only remember that and not the thousand other meals that I already have made for you," Andy said back, trailing some small kisses on Miranda's jaw.

"Right, thousand meals," Miranda shook her head at such an exaggeration on Andy's part. "What is the occasion?" she asked innocently making Andy stop her sensual assault and look directly into Miranda's sapphire blue eyes.

"What?" Miranda asked again, "Is it some important date that I should have remembered?"

Miranda knew that Andy liked to celebrate occasions which do not have such importance according to herself, like monthly anniversary dates or first kiss or the first time they said 'I love you' but for Andy it was important, so she tried to keep important dates in mind as much as possible and that way she could avoid Andy´s bad mood.

"Eight weeks, Miranda." Andy raised an eyebrow waiting for the chips to fall into place in Miranda's head.

"Eight wee… oh, I thought you´d be 8 weeks only this Monday."

"I know. Precisely, seven painful, excruciating, horrible weeks and five days without making love with you. But I went to see Dr. Blake today and begged him to put me out of my misery and he said I had healed well and fast and I'm doing great, so no need to wait anymore, so, my sweet one," she closed the remaining distance between them, 'tonight I'm all yours and your very fine ass is all mine," Andy said the last part just above a whisper into Miranda´s ear making her wife moan in anticipation.

"What did you do with my children?" Miranda asked trying not to sound too desperate after what Andy had just done to her.

"I sent our two sets of twins and Joanna to Lily's for the night. I pumped enough bottles of milk for the boys for the duration, which will spare me having to be milked like a cow for a few hours," the last sentence made Miranda snort a sharp laugh.

"You're such a lady in your speech," Miranda teased her.

"I know, right?" Andy said back with a grin."Anyway, the girls were thrilled with the idea of a movie night out with Lily, Doug and Tony and lots of junk food."

"I just hope the girls don't persuade them to play poker, the last time they went to Lily´s, Cassidy cleaned out their money," Miranda said absentmindedly, making Andy chuckle.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Evelyn called, she is going to come to visit her grandchildren sometime next week."

"Great, just what I needed," Miranda sighed dramatically.

"Be nice, you know you love to have your mother around," Andy replied, "and besides its good for the boys to have at least one grandmother around, since the other has banished them from her life."

"Andrea…," Miranda started.

"I know, I know. She just needs time to come around," Andy finished the sentence she knew Miranda was going to say.

"Exactly."

"Go take a bath. Everything is set for you. I will just prepare the last detail of our dinner and I will join you in a few minutes," Andy said giving Miranda one more kiss.

Fifteen minutes later, Andy walked into their huge bathroom with a glass of Chardonnay in her hand. She handed it to Miranda and slipped into the marble Jacuzzi to straddle Miranda's lap and then leaned in for a kiss.

They lost track of time just chatting between kisses and touches about Miranda´s day at work and how things were going to be when Andy goes back to work after the end of her maternity leave. She was still so enthralled by the new twins, enjoying the pleasures of motherhood, that if she hadn't loved her work so much she was sure that she would have considered giving it up and becoming a full time mother but of course Miranda put an end to that idea.

More time passed and Andy then was guiding Miranda down the stairs.

"What is that smell." Miranda commented as they reached the foyer.

"Oh my God, my lasagna!" Andy run into the kitchen and to the stove as a small but thick cloud of smoke was filling the air.

Andy opened the stove door and let out a sigh, the food was completely burned.

"I can't believe this," she moved the charred lasagna pan to the sink.

"It's ok Andrea, we can order in something later…" Miranda started to say but Andy cut her off.

"You knew I would screw up with dinner, I'm just a disaster." Andy´s face was clearly broadcasting her disappointment.

"Now, stop with that. Let's go to our room and we can order in something to eat later," Miranda said bringing Andy´s body close to hers. "I have plans for us," she gave her partner a small kiss on the lips, "Eight weeks is just too long." Miranda finished in a whisper, deepening the kiss.

xxxxxxx

"Harder," Miranda breathed out lifting her body up from the bed to meet Andy´s thrusts deep inside of her.

"God, you feel so good, I missed you so much," Andy said, feeling the other end of the feeldoe massage her clitoris.

Andy had no idea when she bought the feeldoe that this double- ended piece of silicone would bring such an intimate bond in the experience of full skin on skin contact, and that it would combine the excitement of a sex toy with the intense pleasure of mutual penetration without the irritation of a harness and the fiddling that such a contraption involved. It was for sure one of the better impulse purchases Andy had ever made.

Andy stopped her movements for a moment making Miranda grip Andy's lower back tight with her legs.

"Don't stop, please," Miranda whined, not wanting to sound like she was begging. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just looking for something," Andy explained with a hand inside the bedside table nearest to her.

"If it's a condom don't worry, I don't think you will get me pregnant," Miranda said impatiently as she moved her body seeking for more contact with the purple object inside of her, and with Andy.

"You're very amusing even when you're desperate, darling," Andy said with a satisfied smile as she found what she was looking for. She brought the object into Miranda´s view slowly while keeping the slow pace of her thrusts.

"What is that?" Miranda asked trying hard to keep her eyes open.

"What you think those are? Handcuffs. And I want to use them on you," Andy said locking one of the cuffs on Miranda's right wrist, not waiting for Miranda´s predictable protests.

"Absolutely not, Andrea, just NO!," Miranda said as she looked at her trapped wrist while starting to push Andy out of her but Andy held tight and moved slow and deeper filling her wife´s aching core with irresistible pleasure.

"God!" Miranda grunted as she felt her resolution slip away.

Andy knew this battle was won and without further ado, she pushed Miranda´s hands above her head and locked the other cuff on her left wrist.

Andy slowly kept moving in and out of Miranda's pussy. She could feel Miranda tighten around the hard silicone dildo trying to keep it within herself which brought even more pressure against Andy's own G-spot and clit.

Having both hands free, Andy massaged Miranda's breasts, the heat and the sweat between them was almost enough to make them both come again at once. Andy put one of her hands between their bodies, drawing small circles around Miranda's engorged clitoris each time she moved out of Miranda and when she pushed back in, almost in a torturous pace and agonizing rhythm.

Miranda couldn't hold back anymore, she needed release, and she needed it now. Her moans and her breathing were increasing more and more as the seconds went by and, to add to the eroticism of it all, she couldn't move her hands and each time she tried to touch Andy´s body or to pull on her marvelous hair, now cut to about shoulder length, she was reminded that Andy had the control here, the control of her body and the control of her raising climax; the control of her soul.

Andy abandoned Miranda's clit, she was now at the same eye level as the editor and had her hands covering Miranda's wrists.

"Look at me," Andy told her wife but at the same time it was hard even for her to keep her own eyes open.

"Make me come, Andrea," Miranda begged and once again she tightened her legs around Andy´s lower back, rocking against her lover's body and a heartbeat later she could feel the trembling of the waves of ecstasy rushing through her whole body.

"Fuck," Andy whispered dropping her head onto Miranda's shoulder as she moaned sweet nothings into her ear. The other end of the feeldoe was doing magic against Andy´s G-spot making her enjoy the ride of her own climax. "Fuck, Miranda."

Andy leaned forward and kissed Miranda. Hard. She could taste herself strongly on Miranda's lips from earlier as their mouth dueled for dominance until the necessity of breathing made them break apart. Then Miranda finally opened her eyes and Andy grinned at her.

Andy caressed Miranda's sweaty forehead, "I love you," Andy whispered and gave Miranda a gentle kiss.

"I love you too, Andrea, but get me out of these," Miranda replied and looked up at the handcuffs which were still holding her prisoner.

"I don't know Miranda, you look really good in those," Andy joked and took the very sticky dildo out of herself and Miranda who whimpered with the loss of contact.

"Andrea." Miranda didn't have to say more than Andy´s name for her to take the hint that she was serious about this.

"Relax woman," Andy gave Miranda a small peck on the lips and rolled over to sit up on the bed and turned on the light, to reach inside the drawer of the bedside table.

Andy searched for the key and, after a few seconds, her search became frantic and she started to look worried.

"What?" Miranda asked, she was not up for games right now, she just wanted to snuggle into Andy´s body and sleep for a while. She couldn't remember when they had a whole night's sleep since the twin boys were born, so tonight she wanted nothing more than to enjoy the opportunity, "Andrea?"

"Icantfindthekey," Andy blurted out in a rush.

"I'm sorry, but I don't speak caveman, speak English."

"I can't find the key," Andy exhaled anxiously.

"Stop with the act Andrea," Miranda grimaced and Andy felt like panicking, screw that, she was panicking.

"I'm not playing Miranda, I could have sworn that the key was right here, I put it here," Andy said taking the drawer out and dumping out the contents on the floor.

Miranda was looking at Andy with incredulous eyes; this couldn't be happening.

"Andrea I don't care if you take these off with your teeth, you will get them off me, now." Miranda tried to sit up in the bed but the cuffs just didn't let her.

"I'm going to call Sarah, she will bring a locksmith."

"What?... No!" Miranda said with wild eyes. "There is no way you will call my assistant and tell her I'm locked to a bed with handcuffs."

"What do you want me to do?" Andy asked sitting close to Miranda. However, when Miranda tried to get closer to her but was held by the cuffs, Andy stood up again. This was not a safe place to be.

"Take. This. Off." Miranda's tone was becoming dangerous. This night couldn't become any worse.

"I will call 911…" Andy started to say but was not even able to finish her sentence.

"Are you high or something? Calling 911 for a situation like this is the same as calling Page Six, I will be on tomorrow´s front page."

Andy massaged her eyes trying to think of something that might help.

"I'm going to kill you Andrea, just as soon I get out of these I'm going to kill you," Miranda said between gritted teeth.

"You know, threatening me will not work as a proper incentive to make me want to help getting you out of those cuffs." Andy stood up and started to put her discarded clothes back on.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to do something," Andy said storming out of the room in frustration.

Moments later Andy came back.

"I called a locksmith, he has a small store close to my old place, he will be here soon. I had to tell him it was an emergency," Andy said and covered Miranda's naked body with the fine sheets.

"It is an emergency, Andrea," Miranda snapped, "I can't believe you could be so careless and, more importantly, I can't believe I allowed you to do something like this to me."

"Can I get you anything while we wait? Maybe some water?" Andy tried to change the subject.

"I think I will pass, I'm afraid you may drown me," Miranda stated simply.

Andy sat at the end of the bed and closed her eyes. She was close to tears but she had sworn to herself that she wouldn't cry, not in front of Miranda, maybe after this night had ended, then she would cry and maybe she would cry a river.

"I'm sorry Miranda, I'm really sorry, I just wanted to do something special for us, I didn't want anything like this to happen." It was all Andy could have the will to say at this point.

Miranda looked into sad brown eyes, she knew she was being too harsh on Andy, but she was upset herself. She let Andy do this to her, she was giving Andy too much power; she was letting Andy do things to her she had never allowed anyone else before. But wasn't that the purpose of loving someone? Give them power and trust them to not hurt or use that power against you? And with Andy she was finally comfortable enough to let everything go and enjoy her life and the love she and Andy shared.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell announced someone.

"Finally," Andy said and stood up from the bed to go open the front door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Miranda nodded towards the side of the bed.

"Oh, sorry," Andy picked up the feeldoe and tossed it under the bed and then left the bedroom.

Andy came back a few minutes later with a man following right behind her. Miranda looked up at the guy, he was fat and he seemed to come from some horror movie. His hair was messy, he probably rode a motorbike with no helmet, and to top it off, his shirt had two buttons opened showing his hairy bellybutton.

Miranda only shook her head in disapproval and glared at Andy. The kind of glare that clearly was saying 'you better run, because I'm going to slowly kill you and enjoy it.' and Andy tried to hide behind the man in an effort to escape Miranda's glare.

"Good evening ma'am, I will try to be fast," the guy said with a tight smile while taking a lock pick from a small backpack that he had with him.

He put one knee on the bed for support as he tried to reach the cuffs above Miranda's head.

"How could you manage to handcuff your mother to the bed?" he asked curious, of course.

"I'm not her mother" / "She is not my mother," Miranda and Andy said in union almost making the man fall on Miranda and making him drop his tool behind the bed.

"Ok, this night has officially become worse," Andy muttered to herself.

"Oh," he looked between the two women, "ohhhh… I get it, sorry," he said moving off the bed and to his knees on the floor so he could reach the tool.

As soon as he put a hand under the bed Andy´s face turned three shades of red, the feeldoe was under the bed and he would invariably find it. He continued his search with his hands and had a shy smile on his face as he looked at Andy but that changed as soon as he grabbed the hard cold object with his hand. His eyes grew impossibly bigger as he of course realized what he was holding.

"Oh my god," Andy muttered as she covered her mouth with a hand, "my hand is smaller, I will get it for you", she tried to cover her embarrassment and to somehow salvage the situation.

"No, no, I found it," he stood with the tool in his hand, "I just got distracted, I, ah…"

"Just stop talking and do your job." Anger mixed with frustration was evident in Miranda´s tone and Andy flinched. Suddenly, a freed Miranda was not an appealing idea anymore.

"Yes, ma´am," the guy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Something in the older woman´s eyes was making him sweat and he couldn't wait to get the hell out of this place.

Two minutes and half minutes later, Miranda was massaging her now free wrists, and Andy took the opportunity to follow the guy back down the stairs.

"Thank you for your help and for coming at such a short notice"

"No problem ma'am, I'm glad I could help."

Andy handed him three crisp hundred dollar bills. "There is an extra tip for your discretion," she explained unnecessarily

"Thanks ma'am, but I don't think I was very discrete with my comment back there, I'm sorry about that." He apologized sincerely.

"No problem, goodbye," Andy smiled politely and closed the door after he left.

Andy looked up the stairs, she was torn between the options she had; go back to their bedroom, hide in her study or go to the guest bedroom. Something inside her was already telling her that the guest bedroom would be her habitat for quite a few days, or at least until Miranda had forgiven her for tonight.

Andy took a deep breath, she was not a coward and she was not afraid of Miranda, ok, maybe just a little, but whatever Miranda had to tell her she would face it and accept it somehow.

As soon as Andy reached the first floor, she heard the front door being opened and a desperate cry she recognized immediately as that of her children. She turned around and descended the stairs again.

"What happened?" Andy greeted Joanna with a worried look.

"I'm so sorry Andy, I know tonight was very important for you and Miranda but they won't stop crying, I think they miss you and Miranda."

"You forgot Miranda´s scarf, didn't you?" Andy asked narrowing her eyes knowingly as she took Maximilian, who had bright red cheeks from crying, in her arms.

Joanna sighed anxiously and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I know the scarf is the only thing that helps them settle down when they are too fussy but I totally forgot," Joanna took another breath and continued her explanation, "I was so busy getting their bottles, clothes and enough diapers ready for the night and it slipped my mind to get the scarf. Please don't let Miranda know it, she will fire me for sure." Joanna was close to breaking down as she spoke.

"Breathe, Joanna. It's ok, I'm not mad, the night didn't go as I planned anyway," Andy gave her a warm but sad smile, "Shh baby, it's ok, mama is here." She cooed to her son's ear while soothing his back with her free hand and the baby started to calm down. "The girls stayed at Lily´s?"

"Yes, when I called Roy to pick us up, they asked if they could stay and your friend said it wasn't a problem." Joanna informed Andy. The girls were nine years old now and were used to play dates and sleepovers at her friend's homes.

Andy dismissed Joanna for the rest of the night, she would take care of her children from now until morning. She had both boys in their baby carriers and headed back up to the master bedroom, she needed to settle them down so she could take a quick shower and then be able to feed them.

"You finally decided to come back," Miranda dryly said from the bathroom as she fastened the silk robe and came into view.

"Don't start, please." Andy´s low broken tone was enough to make Miranda change the whole speech she had in her mind to say about what had happened.

Andy was sad and disappointed with how the evening had worked out.

"What happened?" Miranda pointed to her children. Max was now asleep and Mikael was the one being cranky for a change.

"Can you take care of them while I shower?" Andy handed the babies to Miranda, "I will be out quickly." She didn't wait for Miranda's answer, she just walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

When Andy came back fresh from the shower and wearing silk pajamas, she found Maximilian still asleep and Mikael curled up on Miranda's chest, he was wide awake holding tight Miranda's pinky finger but had quieted down.

"I will take Maximilian to the nursery and come back to pick up Mikael," Andy said simply and leaned to get the baby seat and the receiver of the video baby monitor.

"They can stay Andrea, we have a spare bassinet here for a reason," Miranda said catching Andy's wrist to stop her.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest bedroom," Andy informed without looking at Miranda. She knew she would cry if she did.

"Andrea, I'm not mad, it was an accident that I hope won't ever happen again," Miranda said lightly, "I apologize for my behavior."

"I swear I just wanted us to have a good night together, I've missed us and it all ended in the worst way possible." Andy´s eyes filled with tears and Miranda brushed with her thumb along Andy's face before a tear could fall.

"I know, and I'm sorry too, I just…"

Before Miranda could continue or Andy give her any answer Mikael decided it was time to make his mothers pay full attention to him and started to cry and to bounce his legs, waking his brother as usual and almost immediately Maximilian followed his brother in a chorus of cries.

Later after feeding Maximilian, Andy handed him to Miranda who after making him burp, changing his diaper and sweet talking into his ear, had finally managed to get him to fall asleep in his bassinet. Andy now was feeding Mikael; he was agitated and only quieted down enough to eat when Miranda gave him one of her scarves.

When Mikael felt satisfied, Andy handed him to Miranda who did the same nightly ritual with him before laying him close to his brother for the night. If they were lucky the twins would sleep for about four hours straight.

Miranda came back to bed and Andy immediately snuggled with her, nuzzling her neck, breathing the unique scent of her wife.

"I'm sorry," Andy whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, things happen, darling, and we can't be in control all the time."

Andy was biting her lower lip, her breathing had changed and Miranda noticed. She knew that was an indication that her wife wanted to say something more but was holding back.

"What is it, Andrea?" Miranda asked. She felt herself relax under Andy´s touch.

"It's nothing," Andy replied playing with Miranda´s wedding band.

"I know it's something, what do you want to say?"

Andy took a deep breath and looked into Miranda's eyes with a shy smile.

"You are not banishing the cuffs for good, right?" she asked and her smile grew bigger.

"God, what am I going to do with you?" Miranda faked annoyance and Andy leaned to share a sweet kiss with her. A few minutes later, both were fast asleep until one or both of the twins decided that it was time for another round of eat, poop and then sleep once more.

This was indeed a good life and Miranda didn't have to be scared of it. At least not for the time being.

TBC?