So ch 4 got buggered up. This should be short and sweet and I will try to recreate ch 4 at a later date. There is no order to these so Thank God for that. Enjoy.
Henry
The President elect is passed out on the couch and I haven't got the heart to wake her. So I'll just sit here and journal for a few minutes. My wife is the next POTUS. She did it. We were sitting in the limo last night when Daisy announced it. Watching her face light up like that was the most amazing feeling in the world. It's been a very long year and a half. She's been on the road for most of it. It put a strain on us as a couple - we went weeks with hardly any communication sometimes and I have never seen anyone look so tired. But as Joanna Grant said last night « the girl won ». Elizabeth made history. The first completely independent candidate. The first woman. Someone with zero political experience. My Elizabeth convinced most of America to join her on her quest, and they came out and voted for her vision. I am so fiercely proud of her I have no words to express it. She hoped she would win, but she wasn't sure. Truth be told I wasn't sure either. I hoped she would. I held her that entire limo ride and she was shaking the entire time. Her grin is the most infectious, sexiest thing about her. She can radiate pure joy sometimes and I simply bask in her light. In the over 30 years of our time together I fall more in love with her every day. Despite the tough times. Every marriage and family has those and I would like to think that with our vows to one another, no matter what come our way- we McCords will make it.
Our lives are going to change immeasurably. I have to sell this house. The kids are all in college or working. I will be the first FGOTUS. I always said I would be the man beside her and I will be. My role gives me a lot to do. Elizabeth will be happy- all the intelligence work I once did is over. I know I felt like Jack Ryan for a while there, and my wife received a few phone calls that made her worry these last 7 years. To be honest I have spent much of the last 7 years scared to death I would lose her. She always came home; and for that I am grateful. She was the gutsiest Secretary of State and if there was danger, she found it. I suppose Elizabeth and I come by it honestly. When we see danger we are so focused on saving everyone we both forget that we too are not invincible. We'll need to address this before she takes the oath in January. I know there will be people who want her dead. She went up against nationalism and it was a brutal fight. She's loved for being who she is and she is hated for who she is. I just pray that security will always be there and I can't dwell on it, or I will cease to function.
The party last night meant the world to her. All of her old staff was there, friends and supporters. Conrad said he couldn't be more proud of her and she had tears streaming down her face. His approval has always been something she's wanted and I know it's because he serves as a mentor, a little bit of a father figure to her. I know Will's entrance touched her to her core. They bicker but she values his approval also. The kids were there, I made sure to have them come home be it to console mom or to celebrate mom and believe me, hearing from all 3 kids that she hung the moon for them had everyone in tears of joy. Elizabeth isn't used to that much praise from so many people and after a while she simply buried her face in my side. I chuckle a little when that happens to her. Her nose scrunches up and her cheeks flush, while her eyes widen with this overwhelmed look. She's usually so tough that when I get a chance to see this cute side of her - well she's just adorable. She had some insecurities on the way home. Everyone expects Elizabeth the amazing and her fear is that she's so new to this role she'll let everyone down. She worried that every little girl in the world will be watching for her to soar and if she makes a mistake, she'll set feminism back by a generation. I took her face in my hands and I told her that she'll define what female leadership looks like, and that no matter how hard it gets- she is never going to fight alone. I asked her how she dealt with mistakes as Msec and she relaxed. She chuckled and admitted that perhaps Russell was good for her. If she could deal with him and all the other leaders she's worked with, this job should not gut her. America chose her knowing she was a spy, knowing she was a woman, knowing she had mistakes in her past. Her brow furrowed as she took that in and she laughed at herself.
Well enough writing for now. POTUS to be is stirring and I just want to take her upstairs to bed and make love to her for the rest of the morning. America may be her employer but I am her soul mate. And after a few hours on that couch face first she's going to need a massage.
Fin of this chap.