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Ashley's Pov

I sat with a sleeping brunette across my lap and smiled. I smiled as we left the parking lot. Chelsea waved and my heart jumped. It amazed me how people who love deeply not just with satisfaction understood how deep love went. It touched and curly every bone in your body to radiate off of someone else's.

Chelsea for example met clay in high school in California when the Carlins had moved. was a social worker who had a rich up bringing. Mrs. Carlins father one time was a senator of Ohio when she went through med school. He was worshiped as a holy man of Christ. Mrs. Carlin became the first female senator followed by her golden child clay.

Clay went through med school as well than ran for senator as the first black senator and a damn good one. While Spencer had once thought about going into this rough game of push in shove her and glen went into law school, which there mother had wished for. Spencer turning more towards crisis management and glen was thrilled becoming the youngest police commissioner and now u.s attorney.

Clay has an apartment in Washington for three reasons. He loves himself some Spencer. They are seriously a riot together. She loves seeing him more than anything else in the world. I can sometimes be jealous. Another reason he's here is well he's a senator, therefore, he'll be in Washington, D.C. For business all the time. Thirdly because of the hospital. The George Washington hospital, Clay for some reason loves saving people. One reason is his adoptions. He has multiple charities and organizations for foster care, orphanages, and well care.

He owns a proportion of the hospital. Don't ask me how, I don't even know. Due to the fact he's a widower, he works all the time to not think of that. He's wife died in a car crash about 8 years ago. The only girl besides her he's ever loved is Chelsea. Going back to my previous train of thought. Deep love.

It seeps throughout the soul. I looked at the agents and smiled as we made our way to Camp David. 460. Code 460. This was a common code used. Camp David was built for government staff yet converted to a presidential retreat by Franklin D. Roosevelt. Eisenhower, actually gave it its name. Funny enough they both have a D. As a middle initial. Yet, my last name starts with it. I should rename it Camp Davies or that could be conceded... However, this camp isn't used as a relaxation for me. 460 is the code for my mother.

Christine Davies. So was born April 06th, 1970. So 460. It was stupid yet when you have a mother as over controlling as mine it happens. Mom suffers from a major case of OCD and Schizophrenia. Lately they think she's coming down with Alzheimer's.

It all started about 2 years after my dad died. I thought it was shock but the hallucinations never stopped. Niether did the counting to 9 before she opened a door or cut herself five times before leaving the house. She broke her ankle once because she wouldn't stop popping it in and out. Her mind has warped itself and I try hardest not to let her abusive behavior get to me.

It was not a personal attack on me or even being related. It had to deal with the fact she lost my father. I lost him too yet I could never cope. I took are of momma which led me to dope. I loved cocaine. I saw my dad with some and thought its how we'd get close. Even thinking of the lethal substance made my nose burn and vein increase it pace.

She grabbed my hand curving her fingers in mine as if she knew my thoughts. My dad was a rockstar and a damn good one. I used that as political coverage. Americans loved a pity story and a second chance. I was both. I hid my mother from spit light and only brought the old woman around when I knew she didn't to breathe. She lives at my old residence fully equipped by a team of agents and nurses to aid her.

Camp David was used for many things. Mother daughter/ calming the crazy down became a new reason. I looked down and the blonde shifted and moaned softly. Her gesture shook me a tad and I felt her move again, trying to lay comfortably in my lap. She had her arms tucked underneath my sweatshirt and she lay on it as if it was the worlds fluffiest pillow.
I was soon comfortable and slept with my head back.

"Madam President." A voice said and I woke up. We were at the camp. It looked as of the land had been lightly covered with snow. Spencer sat up yawning. I stepped out and held a hand out for my love. She touched my palm gripping the side for balance. Once her feet touched she smile at me showing all of her teeth. I winked as our fingers connected at the cabin was coming into view.

The trees danced with the winds as if a tribe were granting us access to wonder throughout them. Snow dripped from the heavyset leafs and let the branches drupe. A pile if snow fell from 12 feet high and smacked the ground.

Once the path was walked through and the door was opened by a nod all the air in my lungs closed. It had reached capacity. I saw my mother playing cards on a wooden table with two other agents. There were three open seats. I knew two could be used I just didn't know which one was occupied. My mother was laughing and staring at the air. Her hand touched a space next to her. Bingo. That's where he was.

The door had shut behind Spencer and I, thus causing my mother to spin around and look at us. "Ashley dear!" Mother said and stood causing the table to stand and greet me.

"Hello Mother." I smiled and walked towards her nodding at the agents as I passed. I came to a stop in front of her. She wore wrinkles and her dark brown hair almost was now fainter than mine. She was older than she looked but stress does that to some. She kissed my check and asked me to sit.

"What are we playing?" I asked and looked back at Spencer who just watched curiously.
"Ashley don't be a pest. Your father's favorite, gold fish."
It stung but I ignored it.
"Do you have any 8's." I asked and the agents laughed. I turned and they shook there heads.
"What?"
"Your father just asked for that." I looked toward the empty place and I searched for his face. I saw it. It beamed that beautiful Davies smile and I took the card from him. I stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled. God I miss him. I pretended as if I tucked to card under mine as a match.

"Would your..." Mother said looking at Spencer but stopped.

"Ashley you shouldn't have." Mom stood up as if she had seen a ghost. She walked toward my angel and placed her arms out in a hug. Spencer smiled and hugged her back not knowing what else to do.

"What'd I do?" I asked smiling. She'd never met Spencer prior to now so I was just surprised she was being so friendly.

"You brought my old friend." I titled my head at Spence and she shrugged. "Ashley make room for her." Christine said and I let Spencer sit in-between mother and I.
"Raife look who Ash brought." Mom nudged the air smiling contagiously around the room. Only one sentence would break that silence.

"So Paula how've you been?" Mom said placing her chin into the palm of her hand listening intensively.