“Sebastian.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
“Talk to me.”
“I know you said Delilah wasn’t the one for you.”
“Delilah was there when I was still fresh out of law school. I didn’t want to be tied down.”
“I understand; I just want to make sure we're doing this for the right reasons,” Laila said.
I switched our positions and hovered over her body. “What are your reasons for doing this?”
“I love you is the main one.”
“My reason is because I loved you from the moment you told me you didn’t vote for me.”
“Wait—what?” She cracked a grin at my comment.
“When you said you didn’t vote for me, it made me wonder how this incredibly cute, sexy woman did not vote for me and was on a date with Carlton. I needed to find out everything about you,” I explained.
She laughed. “Men and their egos.”
“I want to make sure I can earn your vote,” I teased and positioned myself between her legs. I pushed my dick against her entrance, and she moaned in approval.
“How are you going to do that effectively?” she asked and bit her bottom lip.
“I have my ways to get a yes vote from you.”
“Then show me, Mr. President.”
I lined my head up with her pussy and eased into her warmth. We both grunted at the snug fit. I pecked her lips as I slowly moved in and out at a steady pace.
“I think you got my vote... sir!” Laila screamed and dug her nails into my back.
Chapter 19: Laila
One Month Later
I WAS PACKING UP MY things from the loft and moving them into the White House. I’d called Cristin and Katherine to come help, while Sebastian was on a trip out of state. He was supposed to come back the next day, and I wanted to plan a dinner for just the two of us.
“Where do you want this one?” Cristin asked, holding up a box of kitchen supplies.
“I need to get it ready for donation. I doubt I’ll need to take a lot with me.”
“Have you talked to Sebastian in Las Vegas?” Katherine questioned.
“We spoke two days ago, but I’ve been busy with work and packing.”
“Do you plan on still working while living at the White House?” Cristin questioned, taping up a box of plates.
“I told him I wasn’t quitting my job.” I lifted a small box of books from the table to put it on the floor. It knocked over my purse, and a pregnancy test spilled out.
“OH, MY GOD!” Cristin squealed and picked it up.
“Shush...”
“When are you taking it? Are you feeling nauseous ?” Cristin threw out questions.
“Will you calm down?”
“Sorry, but this is exciting.” Cristin clapped her hands in excitement and reached over to hug me.
I pulled away. “I haven't taken the test yet.”
“Your breasts look a little bigger lately, and I didn’t want to say anything,” Cristin blurted out and opened the box.
I snatched it out of her hands. “You're more excited than I am,” I said.
“This is huge, Laila. What if you are pregnant?” Katherine asked and grabbed the box out of my hands.
“Can you two calm down for a second, please?”
“Don’t you want to know?” Cristin asked.
“I was planning on taking the test when I finish moving in a few days.”
Cristin shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. “I can’t wait that long.”
“When did this become about you?” I questioned and took a seat on the couch.
“What are you worried about?” Katherine sat on the arm of the couch next to me and pulled my hair out of my face.
“We’ve never talked about kids. What if he doesn’t want any?”
“The only way to know is to take the test,” Cristin said, taking the box out of Kristin’s hands and opening it.
“You're just excited to be a godmother if I am.”
“Can you blame us?” Katherine bent over in laughter.
I grabbed it out of her hands and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought over the past couple of years with Sebastian. Was I ready for this type of responsibility? Was Sebastian? These were the questions flooding my mind as I put the box down on the counter and washed my face.
“Just do it,” I mumbled to myself. I blew out a breath and lifted the toilet lid. I pulled my pants down and peed on the stick. “Take a leap of faith,” I muttered to myself. I finished and wiped myself, then flushed the toilet. I placed the stick atop a piece of tissue and washed my hands, then sat on the counter to wait.
“Do you need anything?” Cristin called out.
“No.” I closed my eyes, inhaled, and exhaled. I stared at my watch as the time went by slowly, thinking that if I called Sebastian, he would drop everything and come home. Finally, I slid off the counter and stepped out of the bathroom.
“What happened?” Cristin asked.
“Nothing. I needed to take a second.” I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Well, I want to know now,” Cristin said and went inside the bathroom. It was silent for a few minutes, then she appeared at the door.
“So?” Katherine asked.
“Congratulations!” Cristin screamed and came over to hug me.
I opened and closed my mouth, speechless at what she’d just said.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“I wonder if Sebastian is ready to put a nursery in the west wing,” I teased. I took the test out of her hand and admired the two blue lines.
A WEEK LATER.
I had all of his favorite foods delivered and set the mood for his return. He was out of the country on a foreign trip, so I had to wait a week before I told him about the pregnancy. I knew the second it came out in public, everyone would make judgment calls, but the only opinion I cared about was Sebastian’s. I heard the key in the door, slipped the robe off my body, and stood next to the table wearing the new red slip lingerie.
“Claudette, tell Ambassador Lee, we will have a meeting with Italy tomorrow.”
I cleared my throat, and Sebastian stood frozen at the door.
“Claudette, let me call you back,” Sebastian says, as he dropped his bag on the floor, and ended the call.
He bit, down on his bottom lip and lifted a brow.
“What’s all this for?” Sebastian waved his hand around the room.
I sauntered over into his arms.
“Welcome home, Mr. President.”
“I like this type of greeting.” he ran a hand down my back and grabbed my ass.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“I love it so far.” Sebastian buried his head in the crook of my neck. I giggled and pulled back, gripped his hand, and walked him to the table, and motioned for him to take a seat.
“What’s with all my favorite foods?”
“Lift the lid.”
I had grilled chicken, mac, and cheese, greens, potatoes, salad, and cornbread. All the food was sitting, waiting to be devoured.
Sebastian grabbed the top of the silver food lid, and a long square black box sat underneath it.
“Baby, I don’t wear jewelry besides a watch,” Sebastian picked the box up and opened it with his eyes wide in surprise.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Are you for real?” he questioned.
“Yes. A little one is baking in the oven. I found out a week ago.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your trip, plus I was still getting settled into my new normal.” I sat down on his lap, and he ran a hand around my waist to rub my stomach.
“So you’re having my baby?”
“I am. How do you feel about that?”
“Shocked, surprised, but more than anything, love.”
“Me too.”
“Are you sure about this? Once the
public is aware, I’ll do my best to keep you protected at all times.”
“I know you will, but for tonight, let’s enjoy this moment, and tomorrow we can figure everything else out.” I started to get out of my seat, and he pulled me back and turned my head to plant a kiss on my lips. For the rest of the evening, we talked about what if we had a boy or girl and then called our parents to tell them the good news.
Epilogue: Sebastian
One Year Later
THE PUBLIC’S REACTION to Laila being pregnant came with mixed reviews from every side, and they tried to start a campaign against her about being unwed. Right out of the gate, I had my team stop the childish games and put out a statement that we were both happy and in love and were planning our future together as an engaged couple. I had Claudette set up interviews with us as a couple and talked about what this means for my career. Eventually the press moved on and started to turn our situation into something positive. It was no longer a scandal and Laila proved to be a fierce, and bold woman with her own ideas and goals in life and not a woman looking for clout. Our little boy Sebastian Jr, came out looking just like me and there was no denying me as the father, I loved having those stolen moments with just the two of us early in the morning while Laila slept. Now at almost forty I was content in my life and happy with the choices I’ve made.I waved to the crowd as we headed up the steps of the Liberty Bell. My team wanted to make sure that I connected with the people and showed throughout this process that I would always be accessible and honest about the road ahead if we won reelection. My Vice President was off to the side as the introduction continued, and I gripped Laila’s hand, making sure that she was near and not afraid of what the next steps would be when I began to run for reelection.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, lifting her hand and kissing her palm.
“Nervous, like I’m running for public office.”
“This is the easy part.”
“So, I can’t bail out. Is that what you're saying?” Laila joked, squeezing my hand.
I stretched an arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful,” I told her.
She smiled. “This probably has something to do with it, don’t you think?” she asked, holding up her engagement ring.
“Are your parents here?” I asked and looked behind us at the bus we’d rode in on with our team. I asked her to marry me before she had the baby and before I took on another ride in politics.
“No, my dad had to work, and my mom has been traveling with her friends out of the country to Italy and France, since the doctor gave her the all-clear to travel,” Laila said, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.
“We can fly next time.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome President Sebastian Hunter,” said Scott Johnson, the Secretary of State and former Governor of New York.
I kissed Laila one more time, then stalked to the stage and waved at the crowd as they screamed my name. “Thank you, Scott! And hello, Philadelphia!” I yelled.
“Four more years! Four more years!” the crowd screamed.
“I’m beyond grateful for your trust and support, and I want to say that, because of you, I’m announcing my run for a second term as President of the United States,” I said into the microphone.
Everyone continued to chant and roar, “Four more years!”
I looked back at Laila and motioned for her to come to the stage. “Also, I want to let the world know that not only will I run for president again, but the love of my life has accepted my proposal to be my wife and your First Lady of the United States when we win again.”
The crowd grew wild with screams and cheers when I held up our entwined hands.
Laila smiled, and I pulled her close to my side. I whispered in her ear, “The ride only gets crazier from here.”
“I’m ready,” she said.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see my team, my parents, and Laila’s friends. Everybody waved, and I shook hands with Tony, Claudette, and Ray for supporting me.
“We should go out to celebrate,” Claudette said.
“I have plans tonight,” I said, staring at Laila as she stared back at me.
“This is huge, Sebastian; our numbers are up,” Claudette mentioned.
I nodded. I stretched my arm around Laila’s neck, and we walked out and headed to the caravan of cars. “Welcome to the White House, baby.”
“You still have a chance to back out,” she said.
“Baby, that will never happen.”
“Good, because I’d hate to have to sign a new contract,” she teased, then kissed me on the mouth and smiled.
The End.
Playlist:Mutual Agreement
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6.Minnie Riperton-Lovin’ You
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About The Author
CHIQUITA DENNIE IS an author of Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Erotic and Women’s Fiction.
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CATALOG RELEASES
By Chiquita Dennie:
Temptation
The Early Years-A Prequel Short Story
Antonio & Sabrina: Struck in Love, Books 1, 2, 3,4
Janice & Carlo: Captivated by His Love
Heart of Stone, Book 1: Emery & Jackson
Heart of Stone, Book 1.5: Emery & Jackson, A Valentine’s Day Short Story
Heart of Stone, Book 2: Jordan & Damon
Heart of Stone, Book 3: Angela & Brent
Heart of Stone, Book 3.5 Jessica &Joseph Bottoms Up
Joaquin Fuertes (The Fuertes Cartel Book 1)
Cocky Catcher(A Hero Club Novel)
Bossy Billionaire(A Hero Club Novel)
Love Shorts-A Collection of Short Stories
Joaquin Fuertes (The Fuertes Cartel Book 1)
Exposed (Salvation Society Novel)
Joaquin Fuertes (The Fuertes Cartel Book 2)
Antonio and Sabrina: Struck in Love 5
Refuel(A Driven World Novel)
Pressure(A Driven World Novel)
Heart of Stone, Book 4 Jessica &Joseph
Acknowledgments
I WANT TO DEDICATE this to my team that helps me behind the scenes, from my editors, test readers, graphic designers, and the list goes on. Truly appreciate each of you for keeping me on my toes.
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