Our current tally is twelve in the Lincoln and fourteen in the Queen’s. The bed is softer in there.
“I’ll never stop. You know that my queen,” he growls as he thrusts harder and harder with each move he makes. He makes me feel every bit a queen. Every day he tells me how much he loves me and how much we have to make up for. I tried to tell him that everything is perfect now, the past doesn’t matter, but he insists. I scream his name as he fills me yet again with his seed. At this rate, I’ll be knocked up again before I know it and I can’t wait.
Together we run this country the way it deserves to be run with full transparency, except for Area 51, that shit would freak people out for sure.
I worked hard for what I wanted and I never gave up hope that all of my dreams, including Malcolm, would come true one day.
Patience, a little faith, hard work, and dedication pay off in the end. I’m proof of that and so is the family Malcolm and I have made.
Remember, love never fails. It always sees you through.
epilogue
Malcolm
ten years later
We’ve been out of office for a couple of years now, having served both terms, but I gotta say the easiest job I ever had was romancing the president. She and I have learned so much from one another. Our love has only grown. Grown to the point that it spills over into everything we do. We are so in love that nothing else matters and that’s just the way it should be. For-fucking-ever.
When we left Washington, neither of us was ready to retire to a quiet life, so we are both professors at the University of Chicago. She teaches political theory and I teach war ethics. We ended up having another son, Derek, while she was in office, but nothing since then.
Those twenty years that we spent apart, still consume my soul, but I think that we’ve more than made up for it. We are stuck together at the hip and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Mal? You home?” Larissa asks, walking into our bedroom. I am stripping down about to hop in the shower.
“Yeah, baby. In here,” I respond.
“Ooh. I’ll join you,” she says stripping off her clothes as she walks toward me. I kiss her and lead her into the shower. It is my job to make sure my queen is always satisfied.
I am a lucky man indeed. Have you ever had someone love you so fucking much, their heart shut down when you weren’t there? Sure, their life went on around them, but they could never bring themselves to love another? It was the same for her as it was for me. Broken on the inside but thriving on the outside. That’s true love. That’s the kind of love that lasts forever. That’s what you crave your whole life and we’ve got that in spades. She is my other, better half and I thank God every single day that He saw fit to give her back to me. I shudder to think what my life would be like without her.
My dream girl came to me one night and then I lost her. Getting her back and making her mine was easy compared to the heartbreak of that loss. I’ll never let her go now.