Chapter 6
Mommy's Promise
"Mommy." Amy Calloway said walking into her mother's den. Mac sat hunched over some papers reading glasses perched on her nose. She hadn't really been concentrating. The Collins proposal was completely off base, and made for some dry reading.
She looked up at her youngest daughter and smiled. Amy smiled back and went over to her mother's inviting lap and snuggling her eight-year-old body to her. "Hi Sweetie. What's up?" Mac said stroking Amy's long brown locks.
"Bobby was right." Amy said referring to the former first son.
"About what?" She said brushing her lips on her forehead taking advantage of the fact that she was still allowed to hold her.
"I don't see you anymore," Amy said looking up at her mother, "He told me that I would never see you, and he was right. We never do the fun stuff we used to do anymore."
"Oh sweetie I know," Mac said rocking her daughter slightly and holding her closer to her. "I promise to make some time just for you okay?"
"Like an appointment?" Amy asked.
"An appointment?" Mac echoed not following the question.
"That lady told me that I needed an appointment to see you one time when I went over there." Amy explained.
"Would you like one?" Mac asked finally understanding. Amy nodded, "Okay, what do you say we have a standing appointment every day at four while Kelly is doing her briefing."
"What does a standing appointment mean?" Amy asked.
"It means, that every day at four, you and me will have a snack and talk about our days," Mac said, turning Amy around to face her. "You will be my secretary of... snack time. You call the cook when you get home and order anything you want and have it sent to the oval office. Then you come to the office and at four, if mom doesn't have an emergency, we will have a whole forty five minutes to ourselves."
"What if you have an emergency?" Amy asked.
"Then we do a little extra time the next day." Mac answered.
Amy giggled "cool."
"Cool." Mac answered, and hugged her daughter again. "To bed."
"Aww, Mom." Amy said heading towards the door.
"Go on," Mac said, "I see you tomorrow. Four o'clock."
"Okay," Amy said heading off to bed.
"Say good night to your dad." Mac said then turned back to her reading.
"Yes mom." Amy said walking away from the den.
Minutes later, Rod walked into the room. Mac was slumped over the desk fast asleep. Rod smiled and reached out to stroke her hair. He kissed her cheek and said, "Hey."
"Mmm... Hey," Mac answered.
"Let's get to bed, you're drooling on your paperwork." Rod said.
"That's all it's good for anyway." Mac said standing with him. "Did Amy tell you I've got a new cabinet member?"
"Oh, You mean the Secretary of Snack Time?" Rod said smiling, "I think that is a great idea."
"Really?" Mac asked wrapping an arm around her husband's waist as they walked back to bed.
"Yes, You are just learning the job, and once you get your routine settled you could probably work family in with work too." Rod said, "That appointment is going to do a lot for Amy."
"Are you trying to tell me you want an appointment Mr. Calloway?" Mac asked once they were in their room wrapping both arms around him now.
"Well, being Secretary of the Boudoir would be an awesome title to have." He said softly into her ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Mac laughed lightly then turned her head and kissed him. "Yes, our meetings have become a bit too... infrequent for my tastes." She burred softly in his ear.
"Oh Madame President, We have a meeting in two minutes that we must attend." Rod said signaling with his head towards the bed. "Right this way."
Mac removed her shirt exposing naked breasts as she followed Rod towards the bed. By the time he turned around to face her, she was completely naked. "My turn."