The devil wears Prada: Mirandas POV (My edition)

The press finds out in a horrible way

My baby bump was getting bigger and everyone noticed. I had my yearly spring party tonight, but couldnt think of what I should wear. I woke up this morning feeling under the weather. My husband wasn't next to me rubbing my stomach, which was odd. I didn't know what time it was. When all the sudden I smelt the sweet smell of a french omlet. I made my down to the dining room and found my husband eating with cassidy, and caroline. Steve stood up and gave me a big hug. I asked my husband "Honey what time is it?." He looked down at his watch as he walked me to the table. "It is 7:30 dear. The girls woke up at about 6:45 and wanted breakfast. I didn't want to wake you so I walked down with them." My husband was very protective of me, and the baby. I quickly scarffed down my omlet and got dressed I had work to get done before tonights party. I left the house at 8:20 sharp, which I never do. When I arrived at work I ended up getting some morning sickness and threw up into the waste basket next to my desk. Emily braught me a cold sparkeling water and asked if I was alright. I nodded yes and began reading the newspaper. Andrea walked in next and said I looked pail, and tired. She suggested that I go home and rest, or at least rest while I am at work. I knew I couldn't rest. I only had six hours to finalize my invitation list and get my dress ready. Andrea left my office with a smile on her face like she had won. I was just sitting at my desk when I hear "see I told you she looked pale and tired." Andrea said as her and Nigel walked into my office. I had forgotten that my husband communicates through Nigel. So if I act out I could get yelled at by my husband. "Miranda you look tired. You are so pale. Lets get you laying down and I will sit here and finish your work." Nigel told me as he lifted me out of the chair and laying me down on my left side. That was the most comfortable position. I closed my eyes for but a moment and woke up to Nigel talking to me. I was feeling even worse then I did this morning. Nigel asked me something, but I was to busy thinking about what was going on. I had been feeling fine for the past five weeks. "Miranda are you feeling okay. Miranda lets get you ready for the party." I stood up with Nigel's help, but couldn't balance. Nigel ended up helping me into the gown. Once I was ready, and Andrea was ready I was feeling a little better. I could balance. We met Emily downstairs and rode together in the limo. Emily and Andrea looked so worried that I was going to faint at the party, or have something go terribly wrong. Once at the party I put a smile on my face, trying to hide the fact I was pregnant, and dizzy. The paparazzi were taking so many photos I lost track. Emily and Andrea follow behind me the whole time. They are the ones who tell me who I am speaking to. The party had only been going on for about an hour when Andrea left. I had started to feel a lot worse. Emily and I were walking through the middle of the paparazzi to get to James Holt. I suddenly stopped, I felt this pain in my chest and I was dizzy. I couldn't hear anything. I stumbled backwards a little, but Emily caught me and asked what was wrong. I told her it was nothing. Emily told me that James Holt was walking toward me, but the pain was unbearable. I started to get very dizzy, my legs were weak and I couldn't talk. I started falling toward the ground, but James Holt and Emily caught me. They layed me down gently. I was out cold, I couldn't see anything. James Holt placed his hands on my stomach as to start CPR. Emily yelled out a little to loudly "James Don't press down on her stomach. She is... Never mind, but her stomach is very fragile at this stage." Everyone just had this look on their face, like I had cancer. I woke up and started freaking out. Emily calmed me down and told me that her husband was on his way to pick me up and make sure I was okay. I remained laying on a fainting couch. That was apparently were James carried me. My husband arrived soon after and took me home. He helped me inside and up the stairs. He lifted me up and layed me down on the bed before he asked  what happened. "I started getting the morning Sickness this morning and I was tired. Everyone at work said I looked pale. I took a nap, but then it got worse. I was dizzy again, I had chest pain and I guess I just fainted."Steve stopped me and kissed me hoping he would help me feel better. It did. I finally fell asleep. Again. I only slept for about six hours before I woke up to my computer going off. I got up out of bed and walked over to my computer to see there was a new news story up. When I clicked on the link I let out a loud gasp. It was loud enough to wake my husband. He walked behind me to the computer and also read the newest headline. "Miranda Priestly stomach problem has to mean she has pancreatic Cancer." I just started crying into my husbands arms. I couldn't believe somebody would write that. Steve kissed me and started to rub my stomach so I would stop crying. It worked. He told me I need to go on live TV and do and interview. I needed to tell them the truth. That night I set out an email that I wanted to go on live TV and talk to them about the new headline. I got a responses back right way. My interview would be tomorrow at noon at the TV show station. I was destined to set this story straight. The world will be shocked to find out about baby priestly.