Yeah, I know. Another story. But this is just a starter chapter, I don't know when I'll be updating this one again. I will, however, be updating 'Alone' and 'Best' tomorrow, and might be able to update 'Painted' as well.
Please review and tell me what you think!
"I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
I lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling, not moving. It just past four in the morning, and Edward had yet to come to bed. This wasn't unusual- there were many nights that he hardly got any sleep at all, especially in the past few weeks.
When I married Edward Cullen, he was just a lawyer. And after that, he was a professor, and then he became the chairman of several committee's and organizations; I couldn't even keep track. And suddenly, he was the senator of New York and his political career had officially taken off. I had known him since college, and it was at that point when I started feeling like I was being put on the back burner. I understood that his career was extremely important, but I was still his wife and I wanted a little more attention.
It only got worse when Edward was reelected to the senate, and then rumors about running for presidency started swirling around. So the past several years of my life have been a whirlwind of campaigning and traveling and feeling like my husband had forgotten about me while he decided to run for the goddamn presidency. And then in November, he actually won. My husband had been elected as the President of the United States, and he was making me the First Lady.
Lost in thought, I barely noticed when the door to our bedroom creaked open and light flooded in from the hallway. I sat up in bed as Edward walked into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. "Hey." I whispered as he pulled off his tee shirt and climbed into bed next to me. "Everything going okay?" I asked, and Edward simply nodded his head and pulled me against him. I continued to lay there, unable to fall asleep and well aware that Edward was still awake as well. What did this say about us, that we didn't even know what to say to each other?
"We're leaving for Washington tomorrow." Edward reminded me, although that wasn't at all necessary. Did he really think that I didn't realize that tomorrow he would be sworn in as President and we would be making the final move from New York City to Washington D.C.? We had been going back and forth for the past month or so, and now the whole thing was going to be permanent.
"I know." I said simply, pressing my back up against his bare chest in an attempt to get a little closer. "I have everything all ready to go…we don't have much to take with us." This was true; we had been living out of suitcases for the past few months.
Edward sighed and kissed the top of my head, and found my hand under the sheets. He gripped my hand tightly in his, and squeezed gently. "I'm nervous." He said softly, and my heart softened slightly. This was my husband. Soft, vulnerable, and honest.
"Don't worry, so am I." I replied softly. "And you'll be fine, Edward. I believe in you."
"Thank you." He murmured, and then we both fell silent and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Rosalie pursed her lips, looking me up and down for several moments. I held still, holding my breath. "You look gorgeous." Rosalie finally exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"Really?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and gazing into the mirrors. I sucked my stomach in, smiling at my
much trimmer figure. Through the months of being on the road and campaigning, I had let myself go just a little.
In preparation for our new life and the big day before us, I had worked exceptionally hard to get myself back to a size six, which was quite the accomplishment seeing as I was thirty four years old now. But it was worth it, seeing my improved body in the outfit Rosalie had selected for me months before the election even occurred.
My knee length black dress was simple with short sleeves and a modest v neck, and I was wearing a red peacoat to protect myself from the bitter wind and frigid temperatures. Rosalie knelt down and adjusted my hemline quickly, and then straightened up and grinned. "Absolutely perfect." She announced, just as Edward walked into the room.
I smiled when I saw him- clean shaven and dressed up in a black suit and a red tie. His reddish brown hair was just as sloppy as ever, but it was a little shorter now and the whole look somehow worked together. I hated how he was forty years old and still looked just as good as he had when we had first gotten married. With the exception of a few wrinkles around the eyes, he had hardly changed at all.
"Are you all set?" He asked, offering me his hand. I accepted and nodded, biting my lip and trying to rid myself of my nerves. Because now, there was absolutely no going back.
It was all so surreal, watching my husband as he was sworn in as the President of the United States. This had all happened amazingly fast, and now we were at the point of no return. Four years. Edward and I would be in this position for at least four years, and this was such a heavy weight set on Edward's shoulders. It was no secret that things in this country needed to change, and soon.
And it was over just as quickly as it started. Ignoring the biting chill and wind, I leaned over and kissed Edward chastely on the lips, grinning when he took his hand in mine. Sweet and innocent moments like these reminded me of the early days of our marriage, where everything seemed so much easier.
I was no long just Bella. I was Isabella Cullen, First Lady and wife of the President of the United States. I couldn't be a truly normal woman anymore, I had more responsibilities and duties than ever, and there were so many people that Edward and I would have to please. It was no longer just about us. Edward was responsible and in charge of the entire country, and things weren't going to be simple for a long time.
Well…what do you think?
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie