Y/N is Alexander, a prominent democrat army lieutenant who's been in Military for 6 years was hired as a personal security guard to protect Madam Vice President Kamala Harris, but during the course of the pandemic you'll develop feelings and ended...
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Meeting in the kitchen with Kamala and her sister and niece as they prepare the dinner I decided to pitch in and help out to. Of course Kamala helped me with the serving on the table while Meena and her husband went into the living room with the their daughters, playing I tried to reach for the ingredients and my side started hurting again.
I began winching in pain as Kamala caught me
"Baby, I told you to becareful." She said as she sat me down by the table.
"Kamala, I'll be fine. I did this sort of thing before." I reassured her as she gave me a look.
"Why don't you two love birds go sit down together, the dinner is almost ready anyway." Maya insisted.
Kamala walked me to the livingroom as she sat next to me laying on my shoulder
"You felt better now that I'm close to you."
I smirked
"What's funny?" She rose her eyebrow.
"You looked too cute like this, Momala." I teased her.
She giggled as I kisser her forehead. Kamala got a lot of family photos arranged and a graduation photo hung up on the wall. She look way longer back then, I'm guessing she was a teenager.
Photos of her childhood life from the birth to now.
"You look beautiful as a little girl." I reached for a photo of her when she was little.
"Of course, my mom was single after her and my dad divorced when I was small, that happened after my sister Maya was born." She looked down.
"Mom always told me to take care of my sister Maya, and she's right."
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The Christmas photo, that was when Kamala and Maya was younger. They seemed so happy together.
"That's the past though."
"I wanted to know if I can meet your mother one day." I asked as she suddenly frown a little.
"My mother Shyamala, passed away from cancer back in 2009." The frown quickly appears across my face.
"I'm sorry about your lost." I sincerely console her.
"Do you have any relatives?" She look curiously at me.
"I did but, my unknown brother or sister died of miscarriage way before I came into the picture." I looked down taking in the painful memory.
"Sorry about your lost." She reached out.
I ended up hugging her all of the sudden as she chuckled.
