I just type whatever comes into my crazy imagination. This is just for fun. I offer no apologies for any mistakes here in.

Some lines are borrowed from the show.

Thanks for all your remarks.

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As soon as he closed his eyes, he realized what he has done. He hurt her. He let his jealous self consumed him, in effect…he has hurt her. How could he! He has never abandoned her before. Her needs were always his priorities. How could he hurt the love of his life…now he's totally ashamed of himself. And he felt coward for not talking to her and admitting that he was extremely jealous.

Elizabeth was awakened by the shrill sound of her alarm clock…6 am. She reached for the clock, tapped the button to halt the sound it makes and looked over her shoulder to check on her husband. He's gone. She threw her feet on the side of her bed and sat on the edge. She suddenly felt her head throbbing with pain. "Ughhhh!" she inhaled deeply and slowly breathed out. She headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Her eyes immediately searched for Henry as soon as she came down to the kitchen but he's not around. "Where's your Dad?" she asked getting her little to-go thermos, filling it up with coffee. "Morning, Mom! He just left. You just missed him by seconds. He said he has an early meeting. He's also dropping Jayson off to school." Stevie answered her. "Ohhh…" her heart sank. "Okay, I gotta go. Bye, sweetheart! Mwaaah! Kissing her eldest on the head.

Ding! Elizabeth stepped out of the elevator. "Good Morning, Ma'am!" Blake greeting her, ever ready with his purse muffin. "Thanks, Blake!"

"Three things, Ma'am…You have an early meeting with the Ambassador of Nigeria followed by the meet and greet with some UN youth delegates from S. Africa. Aaaand 3, your gown and Mr. McCords tux for the White House Correspondents' Dinner tonight will be delivered to your house by noontime." Blake narrated.

"Whoa! That's tonight!? I totally forgot!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"Uh-huh!" Blake raised his brows. "Should I remind Dr. McCord as well? He must have forgotten about it, too!"

"Yes! No! Please… I'll do it! Thank you! I mean…I will remind him myself." she looked up to Blake unsure of what she has just said.

"Noted, Ma'am!" Blake said smirking at her.

She immediately dialed Henry's number as soon as she reached her desk. Three rings and she heard his voice mail. She sighed…she wanted to talk to him.

"Hi, Baby! Just reminding you of the White House Correspondents' Dinner tonight. It's at 6 so we need to leave the house 30 minutes before. The new tux I got for you will be at home at noon. Call me? Okay? Henry…I… I love you."

She knew there's something bothering her husband but she couldn't decipher what it was. His mood has been erratic lately and what he did last night was so unlikely of him. Nonetheless, she understood his action. He probably just needed to release it.

The rest of her day was occupied…meetings after meetings. She just hoped she still has energy for tonight's event. At exactly 4 pm, Blake entered her office, "I'm sorry, Ma'am but you have to leave. Now! So you can get ready for the dinner ball. Your car is already waiting for you."

"Thanks, Blake!" And then she suddenly remembered Henry. "Hmm…Blake, did I, by any chance, miss a call from Henry today?"

"Not that I know, Ma'am!" Blake stared at her.

At 5:30 pm, she came down from her room…ready for the event. Stevie and Ali were at the kitchen preparing their dinner. "Mom! You look stunning! That gown looks perfect on you." Stevie was beaming.

"Thank you, sweetheart!" she did a slow twirl.

"Is that silk organza? Wow! I looove it!" Ali was really mesmerized.

"Really? I guess!" Elizabeth beamed at her daughters' words.

"But where's your date?" Ali asked.

"Yeah! Where's Dad?!" Stevie seconded.

"I'll call him! Gosh, he needs to see you. He'll surely fall in love with you all over again…well…you guys are always in love!" Ali said as she dialed her Dad's number.

Ten seconds and she's got Henry on the phone. "Hey, Dad! Where are you? Your hot date is ready." Looking at her Mom, Elizabeth motioned "10 minutes" to her daughter.

"Mom, said you have got to leave in 10 minutes." Then she paused, listening from the other line. "What!?" Ali rolled her eyes! "You're so nooot cool, Dad! You're gonna miss how stunning she is. You wanna talk to her?" There's a short pause. "Ok, bye!" she hung up the phone.

"Mom, Dad can't make it. " Ali sadly relayed the message as she tried to fix her Mom's curl. "He said he's caught up in a middle of something… and he can't just leave."

Elizabeth timidly smiled. The two daughters noticed the sudden sadness in their mother's eyes. "Are you okay, Mom?" Stevie lightly touched her arm.

"YEAH! Well…I gotta go! I'm really late. Bye!" She kissed Ali. "Bye!" then her eldest.

"Have fun, Mom!" Ali said as she watched their Mom reluctantly strode towards the door. "Dad is really NOOOOT cool today!" she sighed.

He really didn't have work. Jose invited him for a drink after their firing session. He got his wife's message this morning and the more he felt ashamed. He could hear it…she's hurting, too, because of what he did. In spite of, the love and care were still there, loud and clear. But the image of her with Mike B walking at the park was killing him, aside from the emojis that the man was sending his wife.

So… he decided not to go with her on tonight's event because…damn! He really wanted to punch him and knock him off! Oh, the more he's hating himself! He hated how this jealousy was turning him into someone so unlikely of his kind… a Religion Professor.

He sat in the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand. "Man, you're really good! You hit all the targets eh!" Jose was all praise of his firing skill. The bartender switch on the TV that's mounted on the wall.

"We're live covering the White House Correspondents' Dinner!" the news anchor announced.

And there she was on the screen…Elizabeth. His beautiful…stunning wife.

She hated attending this kind of event. One of the reasons was the red carpet. She's not comfortable with all the cameras clicking and flashing and rolling all around her. Only if she could pass by the back door, but Daisy said it's not a good idea. The press would surely make fuss out of it.

As she walked down the red carpet, press people started to call her name…asking her to pose for their cameras. "Secretary McCord, you're alone tonight? Where's Dr. McCord?" one of the press men from CBS News asked. Another thing that she hated…ambush interview! "Oh, he has a prior appointment so he can't make it." she widely smiled again to the camera. "That's quite sad to have no date tonight. You're stunning. Dr. McCord's missing a lot!" a lady from the group press people jested. "Surely he is! And I'll remind him of that." she jested back.

"Then for the meantime…let me be her date!" Mike B appeared at her side.

"Mr. Barnow! Mr. Barnow! Can you move a bit closer to the Secretary please." Snap…Click…Snap Click!

Mike B leaned closer to Elizabeth and said, "They're right! You're stunning, Madam Secretary! But I'd like to add…hot!"

Elizabeth tapped Mike's chest..."Thank you! Still, I won't write a book! Haha!"

Live cameras rolling, still focused on them. Mike B squared his arm, "Shall we, Madam Secretary?" Elizabeth linked her arm with his and they walked side by side on the red carpet towards the vast hall.