'I've been to London to visit the Queen.' Somehow, my ego felt boasted as soon as I reveal my previous schedule as the First Lady. I, Rachel Woods, has become the First Lady of United States.
'Damned you, girl. Life is good, too good for you.' Sarah stares at me with disgruntlement and a pinch of envy was stapled on her expression.
'How many hours did you slept last night?' I relented, after seeing how tired Sarah was from her hollow dark eyes, messy ponytail and lack of fashion outfit, in short, she is a mess.
'3 hours. Lady is at her teething period, she cries every two hours, I had to get up and sooth her to sleep. Basically, shower is a luxury for me now.' Sarah sat at the rocking chair that I provides for her. Her husband is out of town and she is terrified of being alone at this period. Perhaps baby blues haven't left her, she is a total wreck. 'You know, Rach, I don't enjoy being like this, I mean, look at me, what is happening to me? I love my daughter, but I don't like being a mother, am I saying something sensible?'
I kept quite, knowing that Sarah needs to talk a lot, it happens every months when her period arrive, and it got even worse since her baby starts growing older.
'I don't wanna listen to whatever other people says about oh, you'll be fine, your baby will grow up, relax. I AM NOT FINE! How can I be fine when I have to wash the bottles every morning, and baby is awake screaming because she needs milk? I can't walk out of the door without bringing her along and that took up an hour of my time preparing her bottles, diapers and thermos. Rach, I am not going to have another baby after Lady, I swear to God!' With that, she ends her venting and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Well, at least the best I could do is to pay for her nanny service. Sarah's parents is too old to help her take care of her baby. And, I am rich. I decided to put my money into good use. That's the present I gave to Sarah when she gave birth. Every weekend, her nanny will come and Sarah will take six hours off from her mother duty and leave the house to refresh herself.
'How's our guest?' Derek pops the question when I entered our room. He was lounging at the sofa with his legs rested on the table. What a fine sight.
'Terrible. She makes me afraid of having a baby.' I told him as I remove my Chanel ear studs.
'Is that so?' He merely answered without much thought.
'Derek?' I leaned my stomach against the sofa while seeking for his attention.
'Yes?' He click the pen and place the documents away when he realized I needed to talk. Like, really some serious business.
'Do you think we need to talk about baby issues?' I started.
'You mean do we want to have baby?' Derek seems to read my mind.
I nodded. 'Right now I have found the job that I love to do, accompanying you every where and contributing some charity to the society, I never expected to love this job actually. But, there comes a time where my eggs will grow old, shriveled and dies one day. I will be thirty three this year and if I, no, we , are we going to have a baby?' I looked at Derek hopelessly, like he is the only one that could give me an answer. But, the more I look at him, the more shifted my emotions were. His wavy brown hair, the piercing look he gave was a temptation, every time he look at me this way, it instantly cause a rise in my heartbeat.
'Babe,' he stood up and hop onto the sofa that I was leaning on, standing so close to me, he drop his head and gave me a swift kiss. 'How about we take a hot bath together and I'll give you a massage?'
His scent gently waft to my nose. The ever familiar smell have become a constant reminder that I am home. 'That would be nice.' I shrugged. 'I'll light the lavender oil.'
No matter how madly, deeply, perpetually I am in love with Derek, there always comes a time where we would be arguing over something small, too small to even remember or mentioned. It's always the small thing, hardly the big one. Eventually, one of us would give in and we are fine again.
'Hmmm.' A soothing voice left my mouth as Derek touched my back, rubbing away all the tiredness.
'Do you want to continue about the baby topic?' Derek asked.
My eyes lifted open when this topic hits me again. 'Hmmm...' I sighed.
'Or do you want to hear what I think about having a baby?' He gave me a choice. I lifted my face and nodded at him. 'I'd love to have a family with you, Rach, it's like the most natural thing that would happen if we decide to be together. Of course, it wouldn't be easy, to have one, but I'm turning fifty soon, and I would be retiring from political career as soon as this term is over, I would be spending more time at home more than the office, that if you are afraid of handling the baby alone.'
Somehow, his words hits me, not in a bad way, but rather, he hits the bull eyes regarding my fear of having a child. Parenting seems like a lonely journey after witnessing how fucked up Sarah was. 'Plus, we can hire a nanny, right? I mean, I am rich, we can afford a nanny to help.'
Derek chuckles. 'When you start flaunting your wealth again, you are back to normal.'
'Derek, you don't look a day older or something.' I rub my palms against his cheek while turning around to glance at his face.
'You just have to take a thirty minute run every morning, but we had a huge fight about it over breakfast because you were so mad at me for waking you up.' He rolled his eyes.
I roared out loud, laughing uncontrollably, thinking about all the stupid fights we had. 'Sex is a kind of exercise, I mean, we do perspire a lot every time we does it?'
'You are the most impossible lady I have ever seen.' Derek scoff, 'yet, I love you for that, Rachel Woods,' he hugged me tighter. 'Even when we fight over many trivial matters, I wonder why we are still sticking around each other.'
'Maybe marriage is not about happily every after, it's about how you decide to fix this ugly love. And, sex is really better after the fight, Derek.' I giggled, thinking about the previous time we had a crazy round of sex after battling with clashing schedules.
'Really? It feels the same to me.'
'Did you forgot that I had two orgasm because I tried to pacified you after I shouted at you?'
'Precisely, zero benefit for the President.'
'At least, I tried to please you, well it's not my fault that your penis is getting less sensitive due to your age.' I shrugged.
'Less sensitive? Do you want to prove yourself wrong?' Derek's voice was low and teasing. His voice sounds even erotic and tempting when he glide and spreads my leg open.
'How?' My voice has become shaky, and it was all stirred by my husband.
Without muttering any words, Derek covered both my eyes with his palm and it pushes my head down to rest on his chest. My body reacted with heightened excitement that only Derek could ignite.
'Be quiet.' He ordered. My lips curled with a sneaky grin.
Even when the water around us were warm, but his hand, his skillful hand is able to light up the fire down under my body. His touch on the most sensitive spot of my skin have left me seeking for air.
'You like this don't you?' His deep voice, along with his tongue gliding along my earlobe sends provocative needs for him to take me. I gasped for air through my mouth. 'Tell me, do you like this?' Even before I could gather all my strength to reply him, Derek inserted his fingers inside me.
'God, Derek...' I had to hold on to the edge of the tub to control the excruciating pleasure that he is stirring. As if I wasn't tortured enough, Derek places his other hand on my breast and rub the tips with his finger. His fingers does wonders...
We never fancy shower or bathtub sex, it's just too messy and dangerous. So, even with the dripping water that runs down from our body, we couldn't waste any heated moment. He carried me astride and slammed me down the bed. He was ever so ready, I began to spread myself wide, inviting his throbbing stick.
Whenever we've reached the peak moment, we would end it with a cuddling or spooning position, that is, if my President doesn't have to rush for work.
'Which one is better? A sweet vanilla sex in the White House, or a quicky, muffling mile high club in the Air Force One?' Derek asked as he twirl his finger around my brown tresses.
'I can't decide, Mr. President. Both is a privilege since we are going to leave this fabulous place in another two years?' I shrugged.
'You do remember that you have a private jet, right?'
'Well, it isn't as cool as Air Force One.'
'We haven't really went to honeymoon, did we?'
'If you exclude Camp David and all the other G7 Submits, visit to the Queen and other foreign visits, then yes, we haven't had a honeymoon trip yet.'
'When I retire, where do you think we should go?' He held me closer. The way Derek ask me gave me a sense of Dejavu, it's like he is proposing all over again.
'Hiking.'
'Are you serious?'
'To the edge of the world, and we'll take lots of picture to post in my feeds.'
'I thought you wanted Antartica?'
'Nah, I was blabbing nonsense after a few shots of Soju.'
'Okay...' Derek flip away and rested his back on the bed.
'What?' I clambered and face him.
'You might change your mind again after a few months.' He sniggers. 'I know you too well, Rachel Woods.'
I laughed. 'We've got choices!'
'Why choose me?' All of a sudden, my chest went gloating with warm. It wasn't an act of doubts, when we ask each other that question. It was more like a renewal of our wedding vows sorts of stuff.
'Because,' I leaned closer to his face, planting a peck on his forehead, 'you showed me how to love unconditionally ,' I plant another kiss on his cheek, 'all the small little things like massaging my back when I can't sleep,' and another kiss on his left cheek, 'you waited for me, for us,' lastly, another kiss on his lips, 'thank you for loving me no matter how barbaric I get when we had a feud, I'm serious.'
'Just my luck,' he teases in a non-compassionate manner. I smack his shoulder hard, it has become a habit. I love the feelings that I felt when touching his skin, you can't explain love, you only felt the presence.
And he, Derek Hoffer, my husband, my man, my love, have taken all of my heart.
A/N
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