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This is my first CiC fic and I don't know all that much about politics...especially American ones so...yeah. Any ideas, like where you'd like to see it go or any helpful hints would be nice.
President Mackenzie Allen had been flat out all day. She had already been to two meetings and made a speech by 9 am and had a whole day, filled to the brim, in front of her. Mak had left before any of her family had risen and hadn't seen the children before they went off to school. That was not something she usually did, breakfast seemed to be the only meal they ate together anymore and Mak was disappointed that lately she hadn't been able to make it. She knew that the kids were disappointed, she could see it in their eyes when she did eventually see them. Mak knew that Rod wasn't happy about it either, she knew that he liked having meals together. There had been some times in the past where they fought about it, but Rod understood his wife's position.
After the second meeting, Mak hurried off towards her office as she was expecting an important phone call at 9:15. She arrived and took a seat behind her desk, waiting for the phone to ring. "Mak?" Mak looked up and saw her husband standing in the doorway. She got off her chair and walked over to him.
"Good morning First Gentleman, what can I do for you?" She said as she approached her husband. She stopped when she reached him and smiled.
"Well President Allen, I was hoping to find my wife here," Rod smiled back and was about to pull Mak into a kiss when the phone rang. Mak kissed her husband on the cheek, "I'm really sorry, but this is important," Rod nodded in understanding and left his wife to the phone call.
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Mak didn't see her husband at all for the rest of the day, she really wanted to catch up with him, but she just didn't have the time. It wasn't until 9 PM when she could actually get back to her family. Both Horace and Rebecca were up in their rooms doing homework and Amy was already in bed. Mak sat on the couch next to Rod and sighed a sigh of relief. "I didn't think I'd ever be free again," She put her hand on her husband's knee and looked at him, "I'm sorry about this morning..."
"It's ok Mak, I do understand," Mak smiled gratefully at her husband, "I should go and see the kids."
By the time Mak returned to Rod, he was already getting ready for bed. She sat on the bed and, as he walked past, grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to her. "Did you want to talk to me about something this morning?"
"Yes Mak, I did." Rod got up again and walked out of the room, he returned a few seconds later holding a letter. "This came today,"
"What is it?" Mak took the letter from Rod and started to read. Mak's head dropped when she finished the letter. Her husband returned to her side and put his arm around her.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"This is quite a...shock. I never thought she'd do such a thing." Mak stopped and gathered herself, she didn't want to be a blabbering mess, especially if something important popped up and she was needed as President anytime in the late hours. "She was a few years younger than me I think. I'm pretty sure we met through our parents, her father was in the military too. As kids we were close, but then as we got older we drifted apart. She still called me up from time to time to catch up, but we weren't as close. She was very different to me. I think she was at our wedding, so you might have met her. She had a kid nearly a year after Horace and Rebecca were born and asked me to be the Godmother. You remember that don't you?"
"Yeah I think so," Rod rubbed his wife's shoulders trying to comfort her.
"I think that was the last time I ever saw her." Mak looked at the letter again, "So her daughter is coming to live with us?"
"It seems that way,"
"She couldn't have pick a better time to kill herself," Rod looked at Mak, shocked at what she had said, that was definatly not a Mak thing to say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Mak rubbed her eyes and looked at Rod, "It didn't say when she gets here,"
"I rang the number on the bottom, she wont be getting here for another few day, Thusday morning. Now I think we should go to sleep." Mak nodded to her husband and got up to get ready, he stood up with her and grabbed her hand, "Not so fast," He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She smiled and put her hands around the back of his head, they both laughed and she pulled him in for a kiss.