"Andrea, do you really think this is necessary?" Miranda asked emphatically, as if she were talking to a child, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"You heard the doctor, there's no problem. Every help is welcome!" Andy's voice was hampered by her position.
"Oh, I heard, yes. She looked at you like you were an idiot, I remember it very well."
"Miranda!"
The older woman rolled her eyes, but went back to stroking the hair under her fingers.
"You've already been fertilized, Andrea. This preposterous belief is for the other type of fertilization..." Miranda saw her pouting.
"I know, but I want to do it anyway, right?" Andy finished in a low voice.
Miranda sighed. If Andrea thought being in that ridiculous position would help, let the girl get her wish.
At the clinic, they used the ICSI technique, a more sophisticated procedure, where a single sperm is injected directly into the egg, promoting fertilization. In this method, healthy woman with quality eggs guarantee great chances of a pregnancy in the first attempt.
With advancing age and still not thinking about having children, at thirty-two, Miranda collected some of her eggs. As they were still young, they ensured the perfect material for fertilization.
With the ICSI technique, embryo transfer is simple, and in most cases, painless. In a gynecological position, a catheter is introduced into the uterus, and the embryonic material is then injected. Thrilled, Miranda and Andy followed the entire process through an abdominal ultrasound. Forty-five minutes later, it was all over.
After listening to the doctor's recommendations, Andy hurried out, dragging Miranda toward the car. Since then, the young woman had been lying in the backseat with her legs up and her head in Miranda's lap. Glad the new Mercedes also had insulfilm. Otherwise, Andy would have been a sight for the people of New York.
* * * *
When they entered the townhouse, Andy ran upstairs. The girls arrived just in time to see her disappear down the hall.
"What's got into her, mom?"
"It's everything alright?"
They asked confused and worried.
Miranda rolled her eyes.
"Andrea is being silly. She must have her legs up by now. "
The twins laughed.
"Oh, one day we were talking and she mentioned it," Cassidy reminded.
"Truth. We think it's a superstition. Besides, it's not for her case," Caroline smirked.
Miranda snorted.
"I'll go check on Andrea," she told them, but then took a closer look at her daughters. "Are you two okay?"
Caught off guard, the girls slightly arched their eyebrows, but soon assumed blank looks.
"Yeah, we're fine..." Cassidy was quick to answer.
"Why did you change your T-shirt?"
"Uh...Because I accidentally soiled the other one..."
Miranda narrowed her eyes.
"With what?"
"Uh...er...I..."
"You bled again, didn't you?"
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An Unexpected Request
FanfictionEight months after leaving Runway, Andrea Sachs comes face to face with Miranda Priestly. Instead of her usual coldness, or even a heated reprimand, Miranda will make a request that could change their lives in unimaginable ways.