Madam President

by Cooper, Blayne

  "One of the two parties involved," Sharon offered with an absolutely straight face.

  Half the room groaned while the other half chuckled. When Sharon responded with this kind of answer... they weren't going to get a damned thing out of her, and they knew it.

  Another question. "Where did the proposal take place?"

  Sharon sighed inwardly, wishing that Dev had been a little more forthcoming with the details. "The President and Ms. Strayer were at home in the residence over the Christmas season." She held up her hands to forestall what she knew was coming next. "I know... I know. If possible, I will provide more details at a future press conference."

  The Washington Post reporter politely raised his hand, and Sharon pointed to him. "When exactly did this happen?" he asked.

  Sharon looked over at the reporter and resisted the urge to be a smartass. "A few days before Christmas. If possible, I will provide more details at a future press conference," Sharon said again. Ah... my new mantra.

  "What were the circumstances of the President's proposal?" The man from the Times held his tape recorder high in the air.

  "The exact circumstances surrounding the proposal are a private matter for the happy couple."

  Another groan from the more seasoned reporters. That was Sharon speak for ‘You're never gonna get that particular bit of information'.

  David's smile shifted into a shit eatin' grin. He just loved the way Sharon handled the Press. That's it, Sharon; give them your world famous ‘bite me' answers.

  A new reporter from the Boston Globe caught Sharon's eye from the back of the room. "Is this a push by the President for all states to legalize same sex marriages?"

  Ahh... an intelligent, if inappropriate, question. "Absolutely not. This is simply an announcement by the White House to keep the public informed." Sharon sighed and looked down at the podium, even though she had absolutely no notes on the subject. David had told her only moments before, explaining that Dev was so damned excited she was practically shouting from the roof tops, so Sharon had better make the announcement before it leaked out. Sharon nodded to a tall, black man in the front row.

  "Will Ms. Strayer be taking over the traditional duties of First Lady? And will she continue work on the President's biography?"

  Sharon pushed her hands into her blazer pocket and stepped away from the podium. "Ms. Strayer will continue to write the President's biography. As far as taking over the duties of the First Lady, that will be for Ms. Strayer to decide for herself."

  "Will the Press be invited to the wedding?"

  "I know this is all very exciting, and it's been a hundred years or so since the last Presidential wedding, but this is simply an announcement of the engagement. No wedding plans have been made yet, so the guest list is obviously undecided."

  "Will Ms. Strayer continue to live at the White House? Has she moved into President Marlowe's room?"

  "Ms. Strayer will continue to maintain her own room within the residence until after the wedding. Just as she has done since her arrival here at the beginning of the year."

  David smirked as he watched Sharon finish up the briefing with the announcement that she would take one more question.

  "Has a spot for a Presidential honeymoon been selected?"

  "Nothing has been decided as of yet. As soon as the President and Ms. Strayer decide to release more information regarding their nuptials, and plans for after, I will let you know. Let's take things one step at a time." Sharon moved back to the podium and picked up her notes. "Have a good day, ladies and gentleman; I'll see you at the five o'clock briefing."

  With that, Sharon strode off the small stage and joined David. She nudged him as they began the walk back to the West Wing. "Couldn't she have just declared war on someone? I would have been much better prepared to answer questions about that."

  David chuckled. "Ah, Sharon, don't you get it? Knowing Dev's, but most especially Lauren's, penchant for privacy..."

  The Press Secretary groaned, imagining the endless questions that Dev and Lauren would never provide the answers to just for spite. "David?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I want a raise."

  Friday, December 31st

  It was late, and together Dev and Lauren had tucked the children in before returning to the living room. Dev jammed her hand in her pocket, feeling for the ring box nestled deep inside. She wondered for the hundredth time if she should just go ahead and give it to Lauren. So what if she wasn't going to be doing any asking. She'd still gotten it for Lauren. Dev was old fashioned enough to want her wife wearing a wedding ring from her. But, to her dismay, she wasn't sure exactly how Lauren would feel.

  Dev had been totally thrown when Lauren proposed to her. Thrilled, but thrown. All those weeks of worry and planning had gone up in a glorious poof of smoke in the wake of Lauren's natural tendency to cut straight to the chase. It was a characteristic that Dev adored. But, in this one instance, it left her not quite knowing what to do with herself or the ring in her pocket.

  The writer's face crinkled into a smile, and she sucked in a deep breath of pine-scented air. The presents were gone from beneath the tree, but Dev had insisted it remain up until New Year's. To take it down even a day early was to risk bad luck for the entire new year. Lauren shook her head at the surprisingly superstitious custom that came from such a reasonable, down-to-earth family.

  The President took a calming breath and screwed up her courage. Just because Lauren wanted to get married didn't mean she'd wear the ring. She sighed and tightened her hand around the box. "Lauren?"

  It had been years since Lauren had a Christmas tree, and it was downright embarrassing how happy the simple but comforting tradition made her feel. "Mmmm... nice." She turned to Dev and extended her hand, wrapping her fingers around Dev's, which were slightly chilled, and pulling Dev down onto the carpet to join her in front of the tree. "What's up?"

  "Ahhh ..." Dev's mind went blank for a moment, and the muscles in her face twitched nervously. It was stupid, she knew, since she wasn't actually proposing. But still... it was as close as she hoped to ever come again. She licked her lips and cleared her throat a little. "You remember when I told you that I was working on the most important thing I had ever done, and that as soon as I could talk to you about it, you'd be the first to know?"

  "Sure." Lauren leaned forward, her curiosity brimming. But thoughts of that evening and their nasty argument caused her to wince internally. Then and there, despite the fact that it was several hours before midnight, Lauren made her New Year's resolution. Well, she admitted privately, it was more of a vow than a resolution, but it would have to do. She'd been given an extraordinary chance at happiness with Devlyn and her children, and she was going to do whatever it took to hold on to it. She'd never had so much to gain and so much to lose at the same time. And she promised herself that when things got scary, and she knew they would, she would hang on tight, and ride the storm out, secure in the knowledge that what awaited her afterward would be more than worth the sacrifice. Wow. Who knew being in love would make me so profound?

  Dev turned over the hand she was holding and placed the box in the center of Lauren's palm, curling small fingers around it. "Well... I love you. And this is it." Dev wasn't sure how to explain, so she babbled nervously as Lauren's gaze darted from the box to Dev and back again. "I had it made for you." She bit her lip as Lauren cracked open the black velvet lid. "That's what took so long. I... um... I hope you like it."

  Lauren blinked stupidly at the ring, too shocked to really take in its detail, as her mind processed exactly what it symbolized. The most important thing she'd ever done. Oh, God. Her gaze jerked up to meet Dev's very serious-looking face. "You were going to propose?"

  Dev nodded. "Yes," she said quietly.

  Lauren felt a sinking sensation in her belly. "And the night we quarreled, and you left for an appointment you couldn't tell me about?"

  The President laid a hand on Lauren's leg. "Oh, sweetheart, that's not important.
" She gestured towards the ring with her chin, her eyes hopeful. "Can I put it on your finger?" When Lauren didn't answer, Dev began reaching for the box.

  Lauren grabbed Dev's hands, stopping their motion. Her voice was low and harsh and startled Dev with its sound. "I'm so, so sorry."

  Dark brows drew together as Dev searched Lauren's face, not quite understanding whether she was declining or accepting the ring. Her heart began to thud in her chest when she saw tears in Lauren's eyes. She immediately brushed them away with gentle fingertips. Damn! She's trying to let me down easy. If she had wanted to exchange rings, she'd have given me one, right? Dev's jaw worked silently, and she forced herself to continue, pushing down her disappointment. "Sorry for what?"

  "For the argument. Things got so out of hand. If I'd only known-"

  "Stop," the President interrupted, taking a few seconds to let out a long, slow breath. Dev felt nearly lightheaded with relief. She's not turning it down. At least not yet. She smiled and carefully plucked the ring from the box Lauren still had clutched in her hand. "Sweetheart, if you had known," she took Lauren's left hand in hers and slipped the ring on her finger, "it wouldn't have been much of a surprise, now would it?" Then she held her breath and waited.

  Lauren gasped when she got a good look at the ring. The heavy platinum band was so wide it nearly touched her second knuckle. In its center was nestled a large, flat, rectangular emerald with four small diamonds clustered at its corners. The twinkling glow of the Christmas lights reflected off the dark, green stone. "Oh, Devlyn." Lauren made a fist and held it up a little, allowing the diamonds to pick up the light and sparkle gently. "It's so beautiful," she said reverently, running the tip of her index finger over it.

  "I'm glad you like it. I wanted something as beautiful and as special as you are." Dev grinned, reading the look of undiluted joy on Lauren's face and knowing that right now, she was sporting the exact same expression. "And, just like you, it's one of a kind." She paused, "Uh ...is it okay? I wasn't sure you'd want to wear one." Lauren looked at her with a gaze so filled with adoration Dev felt a heat creeping to her cheeks.

  "Yes, I'll wear it." Lauren tucked a strand of wavy, fair hair behind her ear as she examined the beautiful piece of jewelry. "I've never worn one before." She chanced a glance up at Dev. "I told Judd it was because I really didn't like rings. But that was a lie." Lauren shrugged one shoulder and turned her attention to the tree laden with decorations and ribbon. "I guess I didn't feel like what we had was forever. And I wasn't ready."

  "And now?" Dev questioned softly.

  Lauren smiled wistfully. "And now I can't predict the future any better than I could back then." She grabbed Dev's hand and pressed it to her chest, directly over her heart. "But I can't imagine loving you," she smiled warmly, "or your kids more. If anyone's got a shot at forever, Devlyn, it's us."

  Blue eyes twinkled, and a slender, dark eyebrow arched. "Yeah. That's exactly what I was going to say. You just beat me to it."

  Lauren burst out laughing.

  The President gave Lauren's ring a little tug. "Does it fit all right? I had to guess at your ring size. We can have it resized if we need to."

  Lauren was about to wipe away the renewed tears that shimmered in her eyes, threatening to fall. But they were happy tears, and such a rare and wonderful occurrence she let them fall. She wiggled the ring with her thumb. It was a bit loose, but wouldn't come off. "It's a little big." Grey eyes found Dev's. "But that's good, right? I've always heard your fingers get bigger as you get older." A sniff. "So this should be fine, and since I don't intend on taking it off, I'll live with it "as is'."

  "Okay, but-"

  Lauren's eyes suddenly widened. "Shit!" she exclaimed loudly, causing Devlyn to jump back.

  "What?!"

  "I was supposed to get you a ring, wasn't I?" Lauren threw her hands up in disgust. "I didn't even... Oh, God, I didn't think or plan-"

  Dev chuckled, gathering her into her arms. "Sweetheart, the ring isn't the important part of the proposal. The words are. And you had the courage to say the words. That's all that matters. And what matters to me is that, when I march up to that altar, you'll be there."

  Lauren grabbed Devlyn's shirt and pulled her forward into a searing kiss. When the kiss ended, and they separated, a happy laugh bubbled up from inside Lauren. She cupped Dev's cheeks and looked directly into beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the spirit that had captured her so completely. "That's one thing you don't need to worry about, darlin'. I'll be there."

  THE END

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