POV:
this isn't how kamala wanted to start off inauguration day but....she was! it currently 6:32 AM and kamala is taking a pregnancy test. she really hasn't been feeling the best lately. she been tired, nauseated, and very moody! this is the last thing she wanted to do! kamala thinks she's too old to be but doug, maya, meena, and her chief of staff think she is. she thinks it's the "change" you know...the "big m". kamala peed in a cup and dip three test in there, turned them over on the counter and shower. she got out of the shower wrapping a warm white towel around her body. she stepped towards the counter taking a deep breath. "okay, kamala you can do this!" she said to herself. she counted to the and began to cry seeing the results. "positive...positive!!" she kept repeating. "oh my goshh! this...this can't be...this can't be true!! THIS CAN'T BE TRUE! NO!!" kamala yells, suddenly as her emotions rush causing her the throw the tests towards to the bathroom door. so much for being quiet! doug's eyes fly open hearing the commotion coming from the bathroom and gets out of bed.
"kamala honey?" he knocks on the door. he can hear her crying and hyperventilating through the door. "baby! are you okay unlock this door NOW!" doug said getting concerned. kamala didn't answer she was pacing back and forth in her mind going a million miles per minute. "KAM!! OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I TAKE IT OFF THE DAMN HINGES!" doug yelled causing kamala to snap out of it. "douglas im fine!" kamala says not realizing she called him douglas. "woahh...douglas?? who the fuck is that? you always call me dougie!!" doug says a little hurt by that. "look i'm sorry i'll be out in a minute?" kamala huffs. "bs!! let me in this bathroom!!" doug bangs on the door. "dougg please..." kamala cries and sniffles as her voice cracks. she picks up the pregnancy tests off the floor, stuffing them in a drawer. "ba-baby...are you good?" he ask. kamala unlocks the door and stands in the doorway sobbing. doug IMMEDIATELY wraps his arms around tightly. "honey what is it?" he asks her. "it's no...nothing! just nerves!" she says against his chest. "i know you better than that, kam! what's wrong, sweetie?" doug asks her.
"it's nothing!! i have to go get my hair and makeup done!!" kamala said moving into the bedroom and rambling through her drawer for some leggings and a t-shirt. "kam? will you stop and tell me what's wrong!" doug grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to him. she looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "doug please let me go..." kamala closed her eyes as she let her tears fall. "why is she being so sensitive and emotional?" doug asked himself. "okay..." he let her go and kamala grabbed her clothes running out of the room, crying. "dad..." kinsely stood in the door. "go back to bed sweetie!!" doug said with a sigh. "what's wrong with mom?" she asked him yawning. "nothing she wake up late and she's mad." doug lied. smooth...smooth operator!!
