Kamala is the soon to be president of the United States. That would not be possible without being interviewed by some of the great people of this nation and having rallies in different states. Y/n goes to every rally she can attend for a college ess...
You felt a pressure being applied at your throat at the name drop. "Oh?" You spoke lightly, your head resting on her chest still. You heard her take a deep breath, her chest pushing your head up.
"I've said before that Doug and I have an arrangement. I can be with a specific woman, one time, then we go our separate ways." She says with a calm tone. You nod at the sentence, remembering her mentioning it before. "He...already knows about you, but he didn't know that I was with you... more than once. He didn't know about the time on the plane, The Royal Eagle, our first hotel, or the meeting room." She said with a slight hint of laughter. You blush at all the places you and her have traveled together, remembering every single detail of every setting. "He only knows about our time here now. He doesn't know what you look like, so I thought that having you be an intern would let us be together." She said with a slight grin. "If he ever found out..." she paused, her face changing to an expressionless smile.
"He's going to be around us, a lot. He can never know, or we'd never see each other again." She stated with a frown. "We have to be more careful about it as the future comes, alright." She asked. "Alright." You say with a huff of your chest. She smiles at you and pulls you back into a hug. "I knew you'd understand, sweetheart." With a gleamy smile.
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She wants to be with you without the space and distance, and she also wants your relationship to be less suspicious. It's like a lesbian alibi, But then it hits you. "Do I have to move?" You ask in the brink of silence. She pulls you out of the hug and looks at you. "Well, yes. You'd be moving to Los Angeles with me. Would that be a problem?" She said furrowing her eyebrows.
You've never lived outside your home state. Your family has always been a car ride away. "Um... I need to take a call really quick." You say while rolling to the edge of the bed. You quickly find your clothes and put them on. Kamala appears through the canopy in the bed. "Baby, if this is too much, then please let me know." She says as she stands up to reach your hand. "No, No it's okay. I promise. I just need to call someone. I'll be back." You spurt out as you pick up your phone and frantically walk out the door. You start dialing the phone and hit the green button. You put the phone up to your ear, letting the ring hum against it.
"Hello?" A soft voice filled with a gritty aftertone speaks on the other line.
"Mom. Hey, it's me." You say with a smile blooming over your face.
"Who is this? I don't have any kids." She says with a confused tone.
Your mom's dementia has been getting worse over time. These episodes happen ever so often, but you always knew how to take care of her. "Mom, It's your daughter. Y/n? Your...only daughter." Your face dropped at the last portion of your sentence. You knew that this disease would succumb her mind at some point, but you won't let that happen now.
