What Really Happened To The Devil Wearing Prada

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  "Well Mrs. Priestly, your baby is growing perfect. You are also very healthy, but I am concerned about the slightly elevated blood pressure." Miranda looked so happy, but scared at the same time. I asked the doctor what we could do to bring down the blood pressure. "Well you can try to stay off your feet as much as possible, as well as keeping calm." I nodded my head, and helped Miranda sit up. "Honey, can I please go back to work." Miranda pleaded with me, but I couldn't have her at home complaining about "not being at work". I reluctantly agreed, to let her go to work, but only if she stays off her feet. Miranda just smiled, and we walked out hand in hand, on our way to the Elias Clark building. I am going to realise the dragon. For the rest of the day, all I could do was worry about Miranda. Three hours after dropping Miranda off at work, I decided to call Nigel and see how Miranda is doing. "Hello Steve, what's up" I asked him if Miranda has been staying off her feet, or not. "Well, she has been in her office all day, but she has been on her feet majority of the time." I knew that she would be, but what could I do about it. I mean it was Miranda that we were talking about. I just had to let her do what she wanted to do while she was at work, but when she is at home, that is when I am going to get her feeling better. Miranda walked through the door, at exactly 5:30, and I saw that she was gripping her back. "Honey, I'm home." She yelled out, as she tried to take off her coat. I asked her if she needed me to help take off her coat. "Would you please, help me honey." I brought her to the couch and had her lay down on a heating pack. "That feels so good. Thank you darling." I placed a single kiss on her forehead, before going into another room to grab a gift for Miranda. I returned to find Miranda asleep, and I wasn't in any mindset to wake her from what looked like a deep, and magical slumber.