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Miranda had just gotten home from work, her head buzzing with a slight headache. Opening the door to the townhouse, she got enveloped between two arms.
“Andrea, darling hi.”, she muttered softly, wrapping her arms around her wife’s shoulders. “I missed you today.”, Andy whispered, pulling back to place her hand on her wife’s cheek. Leaning in to kiss the older woman, she chuckled softly, when her baby bump got in the way of their kissing.
She was already in her sixth month of pregnancy, the swell of her belly growing almost every day. “How’s our little one today?”, Miranda asked curiously, placing one hand on her wife’s baby belly. “She’s kicking. A lot.”, Andy yawned, smiling at the editor.
The older woman dropped to her knees, before softly rubbing her hands up and down the brunettes sides. “Are you bothering your Mama today baby girl?”, she asked towards the baby bump in front of her.
Andy chuckled, running her fingers through the soft silvery strands of hair of the woman she loved. “I love it when you do that.”, she hummed, pulling her wife up to kiss her.
Miranda smiled gently, tugging her wife as close as possible. They shared a heated kiss, before the door barged open and the twins rushed inside, almost throwing them over in their hurry.
“Mommy, Andy ew!”, they exclaimed and threw their things to the side.
“Is she kicking?”, Caroline asked excitedly, dropping to her knees like her mother did just seconds ago. “Can I listen at your belly?”, Cassidy asked at the same time, crouching down next to her sister.
Miranda smiled at the sight, Andy looking up at her after admiring their little girls lovingly. The twins pouted, when nothing happened.
Getting all their things together, they stomped up the stairs to the room they shared.
“Do you think they’re mad?”, the younger woman asked worried, turning to her wife. “Maybe they’re a bit disappointed right now, but they’ll catch themselves, I’m sure of it.”, Miranda assured her wife, stepping behind her to wrap slender arms around the brunette.
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Caroline and Cassidy trampled down the stairs, just as Miranda was making dinner. Andy was sitting on one of the barstools, watching her wife make chicken Alfredo.
“Stop trampling down the stairs like that!”, the editor exclaimed, glaring at the twins when they allowed themselves to step foot into the kitchen. “Sorry Mommy, we won’t do it anymore.”, they promised, throwing themselves on the chair next to their stepmother, “Andy we’re sorry for running out on you like that.” “It’s alright loves.”, she said, ruffling through their hair.
“Can you girls put the table please?”, Miranda asked the girls, smiling at all three of them, “Not you darling, you’re supposed to be sitting down.” The brunette smiled softly, staying put on the spot while the girls groaned but got to work.
“See, they’re not mad at you.”, the older woman said, walking over to her wife after placing the bowl of pasta on the kitchen counter.
Stepping closer to the younger woman, she parted her legs to stand between them. The smile stretching over her features said everything, their lips meeting in a slow sensual kiss. Pulling her wife even closer, Miranda moaned softly.
“Mooooms, eeeww!”, the girls exclaimed once more. “They really have some bad timing.”, Andy murmured, already missing the feeling of her wife’s lips.
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Dinner was relatively quiet, everyone being lost in their own thoughts. “Girls, wanna watch something short?”, Andy asked afterwards, smiling at the twins. “Yes, yes! Can we watch "the rookie"? Please!”, Caroline exclaimed, jumping up from her chair and going to the living room. Cassidy was right behind her, running up the stairs.
“I’ll clean up here, you go upstairs with the girls.”, Miranda said, pecking her wife’s lips and pushing her out of the dining room.
Loading the dishwasher and putting away the leftovers, she joined her family upstairs.
Caroline and Cassidy were curled up against Andy’s side, their heads close to the baby bump with their hands joined on top of it. Leaning against the doorframe, the editor enjoyed the sight presented to her. Caroline was already sleeping, snoring quietly while Cassidy and Andy were quietly talking.
The couch dipped beneath Miranda’s weight and her girls looked up at her. “Hi Mommy.”, Cassidy whispered, smiling at her mom. “Hi Bobbsey.”, the older woman replied softly.
“Cass was just asking me, how she can help us the best way.”, Andy explained, sending a dazzling smile her wife’s way. “That is very cute.”, Miranda smiled, ruffling her daughter’s hair.
“Andy?”, Cassidy asked unsure, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. “Yes sweetheart?”, the brunette answered, pulling the girl closer, so the small redhead could place her head on her chest.
The editor was sitting next to them with her legs folded underneath herself, observing what was happening in front of her.
“I thought about the baby and how she’ll be calling you Mama, because Mommy is already Mommy. I-can I call you Mama too?”, Cassidy finished, not looking up at her stepmother. “Yes, yes of course you can call me Mama baby.”, Andy said with tears in her eyes, tugging the girl even closer to place kisses all over her daughter’s head.
Miranda smiled at her wife, who beamed at her, as if Christmas and her birthday fell on the same day. „I love you Mama.”, the twin murmured on her chest as the brunette ran her fingers through fiery locks. “I love you too baby.”, Andy sniffled softly, grabbing her wife’s hand, who had tears in her eyes too.
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After getting the girls to bed and having done her nightly routine, Miranda fell into bed next to her wife, groaning softly.
“Tired baby?”, Andy asked, tugging the older woman closer, who hummed at the question. Scooting closer, the white haired woman placed her head on her wife’s belly, starting to hum a slow lullaby for their baby.
The brunette snorted at the sight, but started raking her fingers through silvery white hair. Drawing circles atop Andy’s baby bump, Miranda continued to hum softly, pushing up her wife’s shirt at the same time. “Hi baby girl.”, she whispered and placed a kiss on soft skin. Wrapping her arms around her wife, she snuggled closer and started humming something else.
“Do you want me to massage your belly?”, she asked, placing her chin on top. “Oh yes, please. That’d be lovely.”, Andy muttered, stretching out against the sheets.
The bed creaked slightly, when Miranda leaned over the edge to grab the massage oil out of the night stand. Sitting back on her legs, she pushed up her wife’s shirt even further, before getting to work on spreading the oil.
“Feel good?”, she asked, when her wife moaned softly, as she started rubbing in the oil. Suddenly stopping her movements, Miranda’s hand stopped at a specific spot, delighting in the fact that their daughter had just kicked her.
“Do you feel that darling?”, she asked excitedly, smiling at the snort she received. “How wouldn’t I feel our daughter playing soccer with my bladder?”, Andy’s voice floated down to the older woman, making her chuckle softly.
“I‘m very happy to have all of you here with me.”, she murmured, pressing gentle kisses on her wife’s baby belly. “Mhm, me too love. Now get up here, I want you to hold me.”, the younger woman ordered, patting the space behind herself.
Going behind her wife as requested, Miranda’s eyes twinkled with mirth. Reaching under Andy’s arms, she started tickling the brunette, earning herself a surprised squeal and a slap on the arm. “Miranda! Stop it!”, the journalist exclaimed, slapping away her wife’s hand over and over.
The older woman was shaking with laughter, they both were. Stopping her fingers, the editor tucked a stray strand behind her wife’s ear and pressed a short kiss, where she knew the younger woman liked it most.
“You love me so much, don‘t you baby?”, she hummed, kissing the spot again, making the other woman shiver. “Of course I do, how could I not, when you‘re just so cute.”, the brunette replied smirking.
“I am NOT cute!”, Miranda exclaimed, sitting up behind her wife, “I am hot, sexy, anything you want but I am NOT cute!”
“Yes, of course my love, whatever you‘re saying.”, Andy calmed her better half, kissing the pout away, that had been sprawled across those delicate features, “Now stop pouting and cuddle your wife, that you say you love so much.”
The pout got replaced by a smile and Miranda contentedly snuggled up to her wife. Wrapping her arms around the brunettes baby belly, she pressed her nose into brown locks.
“I love your smell.” the editor hummed. “I know baby, now sleep. I‘m tired, as your daughter thought it to be good to be kicking me all day.”, Andy replied drowsily, placing her hands on her wife’s. “Suddenly she‘s only my daughter.”, the white haired woman muttered quietly, earning herself another slap, “Ow!” “Shut up”, the brunette hissed, smiling at her cute wife.
“I love you and baby girl so much.”, the older woman whispered softly. “Mhm, we love you too. Now close those pretty eyes of yours and stop pampering me.”, the younger woman said tiredly, before blowing an air kiss over her shoulder and closing her eyes. Miranda chuckled softly and followed suit after giving her favorite person one last kiss.