So here is chapter 2! I got the time to write after getting the update for my other story, Cougar Town, done and decided to go ahead and post since the first chapter went over so well. I hope you like Presidentward and SingleMomella! And little Seth too! Onward we go!

Thanks go to the best beta and prereader I could ever hope for, preciousfairymom80!

Not SM so I don't own Twilight...DAMN!

The Presidential Treatment Chapter 2

BPOV

A big oaf in a black suit tackled me after I sent Alice's Jimmy Choo flying through the air. She was going to kill me! But that arrogant bastard, President Cullen, deserved it after his assumptions on Seth. He was an innocent baby, trying to live, and because of fucking budget cuts in the wrong places, my son was going to lose his medical care and the coverage of his special formula.

"Shit!" I screamed out when I felt my arm being twisted behind me in an unnatural manner, effectively bringing my thoughts back to the current fucked up situation I had landed myself in.

"Stay down!" the oaf growled at me as he pulled my other arm back in a similar fashion, making me scream and attempt to flail once more.

There were feet passing me rapidly, I heard the clicking of cameras, and I tried to hide my face with my hair to avoid my father seeing my face on the news. He was going to kill me! I had asked him to watch Seth while I ran some errands. He had no idea what I was going to do, and neither did Alice, who's ID I had stolen to gain access to the resident President Prick Extraordinaire.

When the cold metal began to close around my wrists, I silently thanked whatever god, deity, goddess, or being there was watching over us that my dad and sister knew how to take care of Seth, how to handle his needs. I just knew I was going to be hauled off to some federal penitentiary, far away from my family so they could only visit once a year. I would be kept there until I was old and grey because I had assaulted the President. My life was over!

"All clear," a male voice sounded from somewhere behind me and I felt Oaf's weight finally lifting off of me.

I stayed still, not wanting to add to the charges that were probably already being compiled against me, and only minutely grunted when I was heaved off of the floor and suspended between Oaf and some other man in a matching suit. The two men in black carried me by my arms and elbows, my feet suspended a good six inches over the floor, only one covered in fine, red, Jimmy Choo beauty. I didn't look up to see where we were going, or who they were. I was resigned to my fate but held onto the hope that someone heard the questions I asked, wondered the same things themselves, and would also speak up against the blasphemy that was this bill.

Finally, I heard doors open and shut and I was set back on my uneven legs, due to missing one Jimmy, and told to sit down.

I looked around and saw a long table surrounded by expensive looking chairs. There were a few small couches placed in the room, along with benches and chairs; all lined the walls. There was framed artwork that looked ancient, and probably was, and a large fireplace at one end of the room.

"I said 'sit down'," Oaf commanded again and I carefully hobbled over to one of the chairs and began to toe it out with my Jimmy clad foot since my hands were firmly clasped behind my back, secured by metal manacles.

Oaf and his buddy watched me for a moment as I tried to get the heavy chair to pull back enough to sit down, and finally his buddy, who looked like a tall, lean surfer Ken doll with his wavy blonde hair slicked back away from his face, crossed the room and pulled the chair out for me. I smiled at him graciously and sat down, attempting to ignore the scowl he placed in my direction.

I hung my head in shame and waited for the police, or someone, to arrive and haul me off for fingerprinting and a lifetime behind bars.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I was aware of deep, manly murmurs behind me and the doors opening and shutting a few times. I looked up at one point and saw that Oaf and Surfer Ken had disappeared and were replaced by two other darker skinned, suit clad men. One was extremely tall, probably at least six-foot-five, and had short, black hair. His face was slightly boyish, but still displayed the seriousness he took in his job. The other was a shorter, broader man, similar skin tone, and hair cut and color, but his face was older, wiser, meaner. They looked to be possibly American Indian or maybe Islander, but I wasn't sure. Neither would look at me though and I felt embarrassed to be watching them so astutely, so I hung my head once more.

I tried to remember why I had decided upon my current course of action, why I had been so stupid to think I could keep my temper on the topic. And I remembered how it all happened.

I had been house sitting for my sister Alice, who was taking a two week vacation before beginning her new reporter position at the White House. She already had her Press Pass for there, and had been so excited she had finally been chosen. She wasn't to start for two weeks due to the current press staff needing to complete their employment period, so she took off for a two week cruise.

She should have been back this past weekend, but her cruise ship had engine problems and the cruise line was scrambling to get all the passengers taken care of. Alice had called her boss and gotten the go ahead to take another week getting back, especially after her cruise ship had made the news, backing up her story.

She called me to see if I would go check on her house again since she wouldn't be home on time, and to water her plants and check her mail. I packed Seth up in my old truck, made sure I had everything I needed for him, and headed out.

I let myself in and set Seth down so he would toddle about while I tended to all the things she needed, even turned on the television so he could hopefully be entertained and stay out of trouble. It was only minutes later that I heard him screaming and I ran to see what was the matter.

He had made it to the living room and was sitting beside the couch, an angry red mark on his forehead probably from falling. I picked him up to calm him down and noticed something in his hand.

"What do you have there, honey?" I asked as I gently pried his prize from his chubby grasp, and saw it was Alice's lost driver's license, the one she had panicked over losing days before she was supposed to fly out for her cruise.

I meant to put in on the kitchen counter and finish up my tasks and leave, but the television switched to the news and I was distracted by the story of President Cullen's upcoming press conference about the Assistance Reduction Bill that had been worrying me for weeks. Apparently it had passed in the House and the Senate by slim margins and was set to be signed into action in a few weeks.

I knew that the bill needed to be shut down, that it was imperative for my son that it was done away with, and it was in that moment that my plan formed. I wasn't thinking when I raided Alice's closet for appropriate attire, or when I took her Press Pass from the key holder by the front door, or when I decided to snatch her spare car keys for my big fuck up because my old, rickety truck wouldn't be appropriate to arrive in. I just did it and only thought of my son.

Now, I wish I would have thought of him more, and his need for his mom since his sperm donor hadn't been around since a few weeks after telling him I was pregnant.

Thinking of him and how he would grow up without me had tears spilling down my cheeks and onto my lap. I couldn't wipe them away because my hands were firmly stuck behind me, so I just let them fall.

I tried to be quiet, to suffer my indignity in silence, but I apparently didn't succeed because I felt someone behind me, uncuffing one hand before attaching that cuff to the chair. Then a box of tissues appeared before me and I mumbled a 'thank you' before hastily grabbing a few to catch my fallen sorrows.

It was in the middle of trying to stop myself from crying, trying to resign myself to my fate, that the doors to the room opened and I heard President Asshat enter and speak.

"Isabella Swan? I don't believe we've been formally introduced, President Cullen," he stood on the other side of the table and I slowly looked up, taking in his luscious suited form, ashamed at myself for ogling his perfect figure, and finally met his hardened, emerald stare.

"M…Mr. President," I mumbled and stuttered through the sobs I tried to hold back and dropped my head again.

I heard him sigh and a woman's voice whispering harshly to him, and then heard a chair being moved back.

"Miss Swan?" President Cullen spoke and I looked up to meet his now curious gaze as he sat level with me across the table.

"Yes?" I replied meekly.

"Care to explain this?" he asked and produced the other Jimmy, my weapon of stupidity, my life sentence.

Bella, Bella, Bella... The things you do when attempting to do the right thing. So, what's your explanation going to be? And what will Mr. President do to you?