Kamala sank into the armchair in her hotel room, the adrenaline of the rally still running in her veins. The roar of the crowd, the bright lights, the signs—she couldn't shake the energy, even in this quiet, dimly lit room. She rubbed her temples, smiling to herself as she replayed moments of the evening in her mind. She knew she'd be riding the high of tonight for hours.
Then, a soft knock at the door.
She frowned slightly, wondering who would be stopping by this late. Rising with a slight ache in her feet, she walked over and pulled the door open—only to find Doug, standing there with that warm, boyish grin.
"Dougie!" she gasped, both surprised and thrilled. "What are you doing here?"
He held up his hands, one clutching a small bouquet of wildflowers, the other reaching for hers. "Just thought I'd drop by and see if my wife's free for a late-night rendezvous," he said, stepping inside and gently closing the door behind him.
Kamala laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her close. "I didn't know you were coming!"
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before looking at her with that familiar, steady gaze that always seemed to center her. "I saw you up there, Kams. You were incredible."
She blushed slightly, shaking her head. "I don't know about that... It's all just so... big, Doug. These rallies, the faces, the hopes—they're overwhelming sometimes."
"That's because they believe in you," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I believe in you. Always." She sighs. God knew to give her a good man for all the trouble she had been through. He pulled her into a warm, firm hug, his chin resting lightly on her head as they stood there, wrapped up in each other's arms.
For a few moments, she just breathed him in, closing her eyes as her hands rested against his back. The world felt quieter, safer somehow. She felt herself relax in a way she hadn't all night.
They stayed like that, holding each other close, Doug's gentle warmth grounding her. Then he pulled back, lifting the flowers between them with a small smile. "Thought these might brighten up the place."
She took them with a laugh, admiring the colors. "They're perfect."
They sat together on the edge of the bed, her head on his shoulder as he squeezed her hand, murmuring gentle words of encouragement, his presence a steady reminder that she was never alone in this. As they talked about the rally, he stroked her back softly, and Kamala felt that perhaps, with Doug by her side, she could do anything.
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Note:
I really love Doug and Kamala, I would like to write more about them. (hint, if I ever get to it) Fluff :)
