6
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Edward looked at his adoptive mother, the woman who had so many years earlier taken in a mischievous foster kid and made him her own.
"Ready?" Edward asked as he pushed food around his plate. "I don't think one can ever be ready to run for President. But this country is on the precipice of change, and I want to be the one guiding our future."
Esme glanced across the table at her husband, feeling pride oozing from her every pore.
"Guess we did a pretty good job, huh Carlisle?"
A/N:
Sorry this is a bit late but I had some fun surgery yesterday and I haven't popped back up as I had hoped I would.
I hope you're enjoying this little trip!
Momma Russet aka Kitkat