Hard Time's

Five years later.

A baby is wailing and crying, the Baroness lies on her chaise lounge in her robe she takes the cucumber slices off her eyes. 'John, for heaven's sake, if that must be here - if she must be here.' The Baroness corrects seeing you frown at her from her office desk as you sketch. 'Can't you at least keep her quiet?' 'Apologies Baroness she is teething, and Katherine is still under the weather.' You sip your water. 'That reminds me I was gonna stop by with some soup for Kat later and I suppose a housewarming gift since she's more or less moved in with you.' you smirk. 'It's complicated.' They are mostly happy they just argue over how long John works.

'For god's sake bring her to me!' The Baroness drawls getting up and going to her safe. 'Love, you can't put the baby in the safe to keep her quiet that's illegal.' you rationalise. John looks worried and keeps a firm grip on his daughter. The Baroness purses her lips slamming the door shut. She strides over to John plucking the child from his arms and sits down with her on her knee. Reaching into her pocket she takes out a diamond necklace and holds it up. The child falls quiet watching the glittering object above in awe. 'There that is better.' You rest your head on your hand. 'Hm, you are kind of cute with one of them on your hip Victoria.' She shoots you a look. 'Do not get any ideas.' she warns and you burst out laughing.

Louis bursts into the office. 'You-have-company-' he pants. 'American, fashion.' You frown. 'What's up, lassie? Timmy fall down the well? Use your words.' The baby throws up a little on the Baroness and starts wailing again. The Baroness glares at the child and John blushes taking the baby back and offering her a handkerchief. '(y/n)' Louis pants. 'Louis, why do you say her name like that?' The Baroness asks. 'That's how you say it.' Louis catches his breath. 'Really? I always thought it was (y/n)' John adds. 'That's not how I've been saying it.' The Baroness raises an eyebrow. 'Victoria is the only one who has ever said it right.' you shrug.

The door opens and the red stiletto heel hits the floor the Baroness raises her chin eyeing up the grey-haired woman who enters with over sized sunglasses. You place your hand on your hip and look her up and down annoyed at her arrogance of just walking in. 'Baroness Von Hellman?' she takes off her sunglasses. The Baroness's lips twitch. 'Obviously.' The woman looks mildly amused. 'Miranda Priestly, editor-in-chief of Runway.' The Baroness doesn't look remotely impressed. 'That New York rag.' Miranda tilts her head. 'Did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement?' You raise your eyebrows and take your earrings out. 'Oh you so do not want to talk to my wife like that, I'm not the forgiving type.' The Baroness walks over to you taking your hand as yet another enemy stands before you both.

'And who exactly are you what is your name?''My name is'

"gonna make you wonder why you even try

(Hard times) gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
(These lives) and I still don't know how I even survive
(Hard times)
(Hard times)
And I gotta get to rock bottom"