Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Meanwhile, at Pooh's house, his wife had prepared a lovely dinner and was waiting for him to join her at the table. The delicious aroma of the food filled the air, but Pooh was completely absorbed in reading articles for the next day's conference. He sat at his desk, surrounded by papers and his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Pooh's wife, a gentle and patient woman, stood by the dining table, watching him. She understood the demands of his job, but tonight, she had hoped for a quiet dinner together. As the minutes ticked by and Pooh showed no sign of wrapping up his work, she felt a pang of disappointment.

"Pooh, dinner is ready," she called softly, hoping to catch his attention.

"Mhm," Pooh muttered, not looking up from his screen.

She waited a little longer, but when it became clear that he wouldn't be joining her anytime soon, she sighed softly. With a resigned expression, she closed the lids on the dishes to keep the food warm and sat down at the table. Resting her head on her arms, she placed one hand protectively over her pregnant belly, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and loneliness.

The house was quiet, save for the faint rustling of papers and the occasional sound of Pooh typing on his laptop. His wife watched him from her place at the table, her eyes heavy with sleep but filled with a deep sense of longing. She wished for his company, for a moment of shared warmth and conversation, but tonight it seemed out of reach.

Eventually, the quiet stillness of the house lulled her into a light sleep, her head resting on her folded arms. Her hand remained on her belly, a small gesture of comfort and connection to the life growing inside her. In the dim light of the dining room, she dreamed of a future where Pooh could find a better balance between his work and their family, and where they could share moments like these without the constant intrusion of his professional responsibilities.

Pooh, deeply engrossed in his work, didn't notice the passing time or the fact that his wife had fallen asleep at the table. The articles and notes demanded his full attention, and he told himself that he would join her as soon as he finished. But as the night wore on, he remained unaware of the small sacrifices she made for him and the silent wishes she held in her heart.

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When Pooh finally emerged from his room, his eyes fell upon the sight of his pregnant wife asleep at the dining table. The guilt washed over him immediately. He never wanted to marry her or have a child with her; those decisions were dictated by political maneuvering and his father's wealth and influence. The sense of duty and obligation had overshadowed his own desires.

He walked over to her quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound. As he reached her, he gently patted her hair, a small gesture of care that was laden with unspoken remorse. She stirred slightly but did not wake up. Pooh's heart ached with the weight of his choices and the realization of how they affected her.

Pooh stood there for a moment, feeling the crushing guilt and the complexity of his emotions. He knew that she deserved better than his distracted and reluctant presence. With a deep sigh, he picked up his car keys from the nearby counter, deciding he needed some air, some space to think. He needed to escape the confines of his obligations, even if just for a little while.

He quietly made his way to the front door, glancing back once more at his sleeping wife. Her peaceful face, even in sleep, carried a hint of the loneliness she must have felt. The sight struck him deeply, and for a moment, he hesitated. But the need to clear his mind won out, and he stepped outside, closing the door gently behind him.

As he got into his car and drove off, the night air filled with the sounds of the city. His mind raced with thoughts of his life, his choices, and the secret affair with Pavel that complicated everything even further. He didn't have a destination in mind; he just needed to drive, to feel the sense of movement, and to distance himself from the heavy emotions that hung over his home.

The streets were quiet, and as he drove through the city, Pooh reflected on his life and the tangled web of relationships and responsibilities he found himself in. He knew he couldn't run forever, but for now, the drive provided a temporary escape from the reality he would eventually have to face.