For Her, He Will

Chapter Forty-One - A whole lot more is on the line now.

"Are you allowed that?" Beth asked from the doorway.

Oakley looked up from where she was sitting in John's office at the main house. She was going over some paperwork and had her coffee mug raised halfway between the desk and her lips.

"I can have one small cup a day," Oakley smiled before taking a long sip. "And it's worth every fucking sip."

"Your kid will be short," Beth walked in and sat down opposite Oakley.

"Thanks," Oakley rolled her eyes. "I'll be sure to introduce you as their nice aunt."

"I'm their only aunt," Beth crossed her arms.

"Do you need something or are you just being grouchy?" Oakley typed away on her laptop.

"I'm waiting for my father to get off a call in his car," Beth sighed. "We just got back."

"Where were y'all?" Oakley asked.

"On the reservation," Beth said, and Oakley looked up surprised. "Knew that would get your attention."

"Why were y'all on the reservation?" Oakley stopped typing.

"Tribal peace talks," Beth answered.

"Didn't know there was a war?" Oakley tilted her head.

"There's always a war," Beth laughed. "This world is run by men."

"Well, thank God, he has you on his team," Oakley raised an eyebrow. "I'm assuming by peace talks you meant more photo ops to try and persuade the more liberal-leaning voters of Montana to think your father isn't some anti-human rights guy."

"You know my father isn't that," Beth snapped.

"I know that, but do the Montana people know that?" Oakley smirked, "The bigger cities are a lot more blue than they've been in the past."

"We know," Beth eyes Oakley. "How would you paint him to those people?"

"Voters," Oakley flipped through some papers.

"What?" Beth asked.

"Voters," Oakley looked back up. "You're only needing to convince the voters of Montana that he's the guy. If you try to convince everyone you'll fall flat on some people's ears because they weren't gonna vote in the first place."

"You wanna come with us to Dillon?" Beth asked. "Might be fun?"

"I can't," Oakley smiled. "I have my twelve weeks ultrasound and Kayce and I have a thing at Tate's school afterward."

"What if you didn't have anything one day?" Beth shrugged. "Would you ever think about coming out?"

"To campaign?" Oakley asked and Beth nodded. "Beth I can't. You know Kayce and I have made it a point to stay far away from this race."

"That was back during the primaries because of fucking Jamie," Beth rolled her eyes. "It's a lot less messy now...he's going to win."

"So why does he need us?" Oakley asked.

"Because..." Beth sighed. "He doesn't have the family edge that some older voters are wanting to see."

"Family edge?" Oakley asked.

"It would be nice for him to be photographed with his family," Beth said.

"You do realize what a contradiction that would be for all of us?" Oakley laughed. "Sitting for a family picture?"

"What about his grandson?" Beth asked.

"You're not using Tate for political gain," Oakley frowned.

"I'll ask Kayce," Beth stood up.