The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

Farewell Party

5 years later:

"Please stop crying, you're fed, you're changed, what else could you possibly need?" I ask the wailing baby boy in my arms. "Your mama is late... again. She was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago and I love hanging out with you, I promise but-"

"Hi mom," Fallon walks in through the front door carrying a bag of groceries with Natasha, Sydney, Wanda, and 14-year-old Theo behind her.

"Oh thank god, he hasn't stopped crying," I sigh and pass little Milan back to Wanda.

"Has he slept?" She asked.

"Yeah like 2 hours ago," I respond slumping onto the couch.

"He sleeps every two hours," Sydney laughs, "I'll put him down for his nap."

"Let's put him down together," Wanda suggests, with a wide smile looking at the boy already falling to sleep in her arms. That little shit.

He was only a couple of weeks old and they were both already so obsessed with him, it was heartwarming to see.

"What if we had a baby?" Natasha says, gently lifting my head to rest it on her lap.

"I don't want Sydney's pregnancy ankles, they were huge," I respond.

"I heard that," she screams from upstairs. Natasha laughs and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Mama, where are the hamburger buns?" Fallon screams from the kitchen.

"I put them in the pantry," Natasha yells back.

She and Theo were planning a party for the end of my mother's presidency. She had run for a second term and of course won, solidifying her space in history and also as the most popular president.

She had expressed that she was ready to be home and relax a bit, she was to retire in New York and bought a house just a few blocks away from Natasha and me.

"Fallon they're kissing again," Theo complains as he walks through the living room with the phone up to his ear.

"Where are you going?" Natasha asks him, seeing that he was in a hurry, he stutters over his answer.

"He wants to call Valentina," Fallon teases from the kitchen.

"Ouuuuuh," me and Natasha say making him blush and run towards the garage.

Soon the guest start arriving: diplomats from ally countries, the senators that my mother liked, and of course her old and new friends.

We all wait around until 6:30 when she said she would come around.

"Alright everyone hide, she's coming," Fallon says having spotted her coming down the driveway.

"If she chooses anything but Georgetown I'll be-"

"SURPRISE," Everyone screams, interrupting her conversation with my dad and scaring her half to death. She laughs and thanks everyone, especially Fallon.

They had grown very close, and my mother was very proud of her, she was glad but also a bit worried about Fallon's plans on becoming a politician. Not because she didn't think she would be good enough but because it was a dirty game, politics.

"She's a tough kid," I tried to reassure her but Natasha and I also worried about it.

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It was fun to see these powerful people let go as the night progressed, they bet money on games of Uno and challenge each other to swim races in the pool, which was too cold to swim in the month of January.

It was easy to see that my parents were happier. Life in the White House surely isn't the easiest and they haven't said it but I'm sure they were glad to finally get out of there.

The guests were slowly dwindling away, the only people who remained beside the obvious guest were Sydney, Wanda, their two kids, Devin, and of course Julien Castex who had flown from France to be here.

They were all huddled around the fire, roasting marshmallows. Natasha and Julien were talking Fallon's ears off about art history. Devin held little Milan with one arm and the other was wrapped around Theo's shoulders. Sydney was sitting on Wanda's lap as they laughed in their conversation with Devin. My dad had insisted on cleaning the grill despite my many refusals, I wanted him to enjoy himself but there was no stopping him.

I was resting my head against my mother's shoulder, something I hadn't done since I was a kid probably.

"I'm sorry," she says softly.

"What for mama?" I ask sitting up to look at her, noting the seriousness in her voice.

"I don't think I ever apologized to you, for what I did, for putting my work ahead of your well-being," she says cupping my cheek.

"I understand your thought process when you made those decisions and look around, I'd say everything turned out alright," I respond.

"That still doesn't make it right."

"No it doesn't, but what's in the past is in the past. There is no use in pondering over it," I say with a smile. She smiles back and pulls me in for a hug and kisses my head.

"When did you become so grown up?" She asks rhetorically.

"I think when you locked me in a cell for 12 hours and I came out so doozy I told dad about my abortion," I laugh, but she didn't.

"But that was before.... He knew?" She asks, I widened my eyes when I realized I had blown his cover, "oh that son of a bitch," she says through her teeth as she gets up and stomps over to my dad. "DREW!!" She screams.

Everyone turns to face in their direction.

"Uh oh," I say softly, as they all snicker at the argument going on behind me.