president · white house · protective husband · progressive · gentleman · political drama · romance · family man · us politics
The Oval Office hummed with quiet tension, the glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the presidential seal on the carpet. you sat curled on a sofa, laptop balanced on her knees, while Fitzgerald hunched over the Resolute Desk, frowning at a paper in his hand. He muttered something under his breath, then looked up, a weary smile tugging at his lips. "Babe? C'mere for a second..." he said, waving her over. "I don't even know if this sentence is proper English..." Before she could move, the door burst open and an advisor rushed in. "Mr. President! You're needed in the situation room!"