Frankly, if I applied my stalking skill to my job, I probably would have been recruited by the CIA or the FBI. Derek's Instagram account has became my favorite.
When his PR team posted a photo of him taking picture with a boy, I happened to noticed the wrinkle on his eye. It's not that obvious though, but age is always catching up on us. He still look unbelievably fabulous and charming despite the number of his age.
I took a mirror and place it close to my face. My eyes soon spotted the part where wrinkles is bound to grow. Before I attempt to find information from Google regarding Botox or whichever ancient remedy that could prevent it, my secretary Adeline knock on the door.
'Has it occurs to you that I needed a botox injection any time soon?' I gawked at the mirror as my vanity took over.
'You are perfect to me, babe.'
It was Derek. I can't help but chuckle in between my embarrassment and the butterflies circling in my stomach.
'You look tired.' I began to notice his lethargic face. He has been working lately with his team to establish an upgraded healthcare system before he retire as the President, which will happen in another year.
In a blink of an eye, I've been the First Lady for almost two years, which was crazy, considering the fact that I was a mistress to begin with.
'Would like to have a hot bath?' I walked towards him, snuggling against his chest to recuperate from my Derek withdrawal symptoms. 'Together?' I offered.
'Hmmm.' He murmured, resting his chin above my hair. 'Can we have dinner before that, I'm craving for some scrambled eggs and toast.'
'Sure, come on, but, no coffee, alright?' Sometimes I feel like the motherly side of me is beginning to take over, is that natural even when I have no children? Perhaps, it's just how I show my love for him, Derek. My Derek...
We sat at the counter, there's something indescribably comfy and homey when he sat at the high chair while I prepare his meal. 'Your eyes needed rest, I believe.' I peek at him from my peripheral, he isstill tapping his tablet.
'That's what I sign up for, sweetheart.' He gave in, anyway, locked his tablet when I served the late dinner.
'What do you want on your toast? Nutella? Butter or...peanut butter?' I left a cheeky smile.
'After so many years, the assassination is still going on, huh?'
'It would be nice to use as an occasional threat.' I laughed. 'Anyway, I'm really going to miss the view here, there's no other view like such in the whole universe.'
'Me too.' Said Derek as he held my hand and rub his thumb against our ring.
We look out the window, wandering at the vast grass spreading across the field.
'Should we have a really complete tour of this house?' Derek suggested.
'Including those top secret places where I'm not allowed to know?' I bargained.
'As much as I would-'
'Love to?' I cut in.
'You know the rules. It's not up to me.' Derek said ruefully.
'Fine,' I relented, I mean, there's no way we could break the national rule.
'When was our last trip?'
'Three weeks ago, China.'
'No, I mean our vacation, no work involved.'
'As far as I can remember, we travels a lot for work. But I'm not gonna complain, the hotels and resorts we lived in is absolutely fabulous. And I get to wear wonderful outfit and showed up in papers. I am so superficial, am I?'
He chuckles, 'so, Rachel Woods, have you think about anywhere to visit? Just the two of us?'
'Like honeymoon?' I notched up my brow.
'Well, everyday with you feel like honeymoon.' He replied as a matter of fact while placing the eggs on top of his toast.
The truth is, the older I get, the more I shift further away from those romantic shit. But, somehow, Derek is able to restore my faith in romatism. 'Aw...' I prop my elbow on the table, gawking at Derek with dreamy eyes. 'Do you...wanna have sex tonight?'
He chortle, after he almost choked from his water. 'What's got into you, Rachel Woods?'
'I just feel like...you have awaken my mood...that mood.' For a moment, it feel like my biological clock has shifted itself to the period where I'm still a teenager, after all, that's the purest form of love isn't it?
'While I'm munching the toast, it makes you aroused? Your fetish has changed, Mrs. Hoffer.' He shakes his head.
'You know what I mean,' I smack his arm.
He left a crooked smile on his lips, that smug look when he successfully mocked me. 'So, back to the topic. How about some horse riding activity?'
'Horse riding? I thought we had a lot of doggy style recently?' I gave a flirtatious hint, notching up both my eyes.
He chortled with the usual humorous laugh whenever I started the dirty jokes. 'That's different, we didn't do it outdoor, in the field.'
'Oh, you wanna do it outside? I haven't realized this wild side of you, Mr President?'
'Who taught you all these?'
'I'm gifted.' Smiling coyly, I really enjoy those bewitching conversation with Derek. 'Well, I don't fancy horse riding, they seems too dangerous. Look what happen to Christopher Reeves, the Superman actor?
'Any suggestions?' It seems like Derek is already immune to my hypochondriacal. Initially, the arguments that broke out in the early stage of our marriage involved with our disagreements. He wanted coffee at night whenever he overworks, while I offered hot chocolate. I wanted to go to the mall secretly, while he object. That's marriage, it's always the small puzzles that makes the big picture.
'Hmmm...I can't think of anything right now, because what I really fancy the most is sitting at a fast food chain, eating hamburger and fries with you, next, we can get a drink or two at Starbucks.'
'That's a retirement plan?'
'Maybe?' I shrugged.
'At least, we washed the plates together, minus walking the dog. We accomplished something. Not bad.'
'What's your retirement plan?' I quoted the word retirement with both my fingers. 'I'm not gonna stay at home and watch tv with you together till we shriveled and die.'
'When I'm done with this House, I want to go on a really long vacation, and drinking coffee is for relaxation and not caffeine boost.'
'Ok, I could go for that, by that time, Joe and Alan wouldn't be following us around right?'
'Course not. But we could invite them over for a dinner.'
I nodded, rather satisfied with his retirement plan.
'What are you planning?'
'Well, since my Instagram has over two million followers, I should make it into good use, like promoting more humanitarian projects.'
'Nice, you could really put those into good use, Madam First Lady.'
'I've been thinking about...well.' I adjusted my hair, giving Derek a little preparation about the next word I am about to say.
When I look up at Derek, he was rather calm, but it's obvious that I caught his attention. He was clasping his fingers, awaiting for me.
'Should we, I mean, make a baby?' The last word came out like a tiny little ant. There, I said it.
'Are we serious?'
'Oh, you thought I am joking?' A little disgruntlement took over me.
'I am not trying to mock you or something, you have been fickle minded about kids stuff. It would be better if you tell me what happened before you landed on this decision.'
'I'm not sure, but do we really want to have a big house with only the two of us?' I question Derek, who is nodding as he agree with my reason.
'Well, the kids stuff. It's just...' he clasped his hand over the cup, looking uncertain.
'What, Derek? Tell me.'
'It's just, I lost two kids. With Grace and you.' He shake his head and seek for my eyes. 'Am I a jinx or something? I'm not trying to be superstitious or what, but there's a trauma inside.'
'Well, I don't think it's a jinx, Derek.' I took his hand and wrapped it with mine, stroking his skin. 'Sometimes it's just pure coincidence. Things happens...good and bad.' I said softly, returning his gaze.
'We can always try, right?' He needed my assurance, his eyes tells it all.
I nodded, curl up my lips. 'We do, and, they are plenty of horrible story from parenting, from I'm sure we will make it out alive.' I shrugged. 'Plus, I love watching you talking with kids, the recent one they place in your Instagram? I think you look sweet, Derek.'
'So...the question next is, do you want to have a baby before my presidency ends or after? I mean, if you are so attention seeking, before would be the option.'
'What? Am I that shallow to you? I feigned innocent, but deep down, he shot into the bull eyes. Damned Derek, he knows me too well. 'Well, that depends on the quality of your sperm.'
'I can always prove it to you anytime.' Derek stood up from his seat, folded his sleeve even higher, make his way around the table, unknotting his button.
'Like right now?' I breath harder as he leaned closer.
Without any words, he simply held my cheek and his lips seek for mine...