Rachel POV
'May I take your coat, Madam First Lady?'
'Thank you, and where is my husband, Kyle?' I ask.
'The President is meeting the Chancellor of Germany in his office.' The butler replied.
'Thank you, Kyle, please remind him that he promise Megan to have cookies together.'
'I always kept my promise, didn't I?'
The familiar voice travels from the elegant double door. I look at him and gave a wide smile.
'Derek!' I open my arms to welcome my husband home.
The butler excused himself and closed the door behind him.
That left a small intimacy moment for Derek and I. 'How are you, Mrs. Hoffer?' Derek asked as he plant a kiss on my lips.
Hmmm... Givenchy Homme.
'Busy being a wife, a mother and a First Lady.' I answered with chuckles.
'Where's Megan?'
'Your daughter has been busy with her dog and she is skipping lunch just to walk her new love.'
'I don't see anything wrong with that.'
'Honey, she will be hungry.' I protested.
'And thus the cookies.' He smiles, wrapping my waist.
'You are going to spoil her.'
'No, I am going to spoil you first.'
I look up at his eyes, they were looking at mine with some mischievous vibes.
'What is running in your mind right now?' I kind of guess what he wants, but I just want to keep the sex talk going.
'Hmmm, well...' He turn me around so my back is facing him, next he send his finger to the fabric of my pencil skirt, pulling up slowly.
'Mr President...' My voice were shaky as my body begins to squirm.
'Hmmm? Remember we always have quicky in the past?'
'Reminiscing?' I asked, sensing where his other hand were moving. The hem of my blouse were lifted up, his bare hand touched the skin of my stomach, slowly heading north.
I surged in a deep breath, feeling every sense of my body awakens. My visions were blurry, my head starts to spin.
'Place your hand on the window.' He instructed me. I allow him to control the situation. Sex had always been an adventure with Derek.
'Derek.' I moaned, leaning back to his chest to support my wobbly leg. His left hand were touching the fabric of my underwear, stroking what's beneath it.
'Rachel?'
A stinging flash hits my cloudy vision.
'Rachel?'
I opened my eyes, confused by the situation. Derek's face were close to me, I can see his lips curl up.
'What?' I ask him. I realized that was a dream, a sweet, wet and wild dream.
'You were kind of calling my name while you were asleep.' The same mischievous look I saw in my dream were imprinted on his face right now.
'Did I?' I rubbed my eyes.
'Yup, and they sound pretty...'
'What?' My cheeks heated up, to let Derek know I was dreaming of him having sex with me was the kind of issue that I am uncomfortable in confronting.
'Seductive. You were breathing like, I don't know, like you were doing something really naughty.' He stroke my hair.
I covered my face with the duvet.
'Rachel Woods, you have a lot to explain.' He tried to pull the duvet away from me and I lost it to him.
I giggled when he grabbed both my hand, pulling me closer to him.
'Tell me, what were you doing in your dream?' He continues to interrogate.
I look at his eyes, contemplating where to start.
'God, Rachel, I am really curious.' I can sensed his impatient.
'I dreamt about us.'
His lips curled up again while his eyes sparkled.
'What happened in the dream?'
I took a long paused, like my thoughts invaded my universe. My pregnancy will took a huge change in both our life, I can't hide it for long as my tummy will become obvious day by day. Am I ready to have a baby, the answer is no. This isn't how I visualized my future after all.
'Rachel?' Derek began to look worried.
'I dreamt about us,' I paused again, 'married and we lived in the white house.' I stop to see his reaction.
It was deadpan. Woman usually think of tons of unnecessary thoughts, I try not to believe my intuition, instead, I wait for him.
He moved his lips in a pouting manner, his face leaning even closer to me, touching his cheek to my forehead. 'Can somebody who is married proposed to another woman?'
'What?' I jerked away from his skin and look at his reaction, I need to know how he reacted.
'I never brought any ring with me, because, you know, I though we won't be needing it anytime soon.' He took my left hand and clasp it with his, 'but, Rachel, when you mentioned about your dream, I was provoked. I really want to wake up and see you sleeping beside when I opened my eyes. You make me feel safe, I can't explain, but you are my home, staying with you is the most logical decision I ever think of.'
My whole world just stopped.
Given this kind of situation, it would be normal to answer yes or no. But my thoughts shifted to Grace, which shouldn't really be that case. Being proposed by a married man is simply crazy, that contradicts the idea of marriage.
'Derek, I love you, but this is crazy.' I narrowed my eyes, honestly, marriage wasn't in my plan at all, I never intend to dream about what I dreamt until pregnancy change my whole perspective. I can't deal with the baby alone, and the baby deserve a healthy family to grow up in. I can't imagine what crazy thing is Derek going to do if he learn about it.
'Ouch.' He looks at me with a deadpan face again. 'That's a no?'
'I would prefer if you proposed to me when the time is right, I don't wanna think about it all the time but I can't get to wear my Vera Wang wedding dress anytime soon.'
'Very Wang, I assumed its a label?'
I chuckles. 'Both a name and a label. Elie Saab as well, I forgot to mentioned.'
'Hmmm, but you do want to say yes, right? Quit playing games with my heart, Rach.'
I laugh. 'Did you just quoted a Backstreet Boys' song?'
'I did, and it really fits in, didn't it? Don't push the subject away.'
'I do, because boyfriend, that was damned dreamy.' My heart swell, and right now, everything feels so right. Wait, no, our baby, I'm not ready to tell him.
'Still not ready for sex?' He initiates the question, circling his finger around my arms, trying to arouse me.
I pursed my lips ruefully. Is it even safe to have sex while being pregnant? I don't wanna risk anything at all because the knowledge about pregnancy that I have is basically minus zero.
He dropped his face to my chest, feigning its the end-of-the-world kind of disaster.
'Are you sure something isn't bothering you?' Derek questions me as he looks at me patiently.
I bite my lips. An immense amount of force from my body is begging for me to tell him the truth.
He deserve to know.
Now is not the time.
He would be happy, excited maybe?
Maybe not?
He is going to make a rash decision to divorce Grace.
There goes all the sacrifices I've made and I'll be named as the mistress of the century.
But then, a little voice inside me tells me that I want him to know about our baby. My hand unconsciously touched my belly.
'Actually, I was-'
A loud string of beeps came from his phone. We both turn in react to the sound.
'I have to pick this call.' He literally jumped out of my bed.
'Ferguson?' He said, pacing out of the room. 'I'm listening.'
I stare at the ceiling, my heart is still beating irregularly from the adrenaline rush I was experiencing.
The balmy sun is greeting my window. This is the beginning of summer, which means, next week is the first year anniversary of Derek and I.
Not that I remembers dates or anniversaries, but, a year ago, my life really begins when Derek showed up.
'Fine, let's do that. Alright.'
Derek walks in with a cheerful look, something delighted might have happen.
'I have to go now, Rachel, we are heading back to Alabama, there's a high possibility that my number of votes might increase.' He search for his clothes, blabbing the news.
I remained at the bed, laying in a fetal position.
'Look, I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you alright?' Derek hasten his speed towards me to give me a quick kiss and he walks to the bathroom.
I took a deep breathe and sigh. Maybe this isn't the right time to tell him yet. I lifted the duvet away, tied my hair and head to the kitchen, even when I knew nothin about pregnancy, but it's common sense to know that I have to eat something for the growing life inside my stomach.
A/N
The same as Rachel Woods, I don't really know about politics, and I am not comfortable writing the topic that I am not sure of, thus, there is very little discussion about Derek's work in between their conversation.
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