The Presidents Secret

Nineteen

[Just in case this isn't clear this is as if Pete took Obamas second term instead of Obama getting a second term so Bernie, Hilary, Ted, and Trump are all running against each other"

Waking up next to Patrick the way we were was the most amazing feeling in the world.  His body was warm and covering mine.  He was better than any blanket.  He was sleeping peacefully sprawled across me.  His mouth was open on my chest.  His nose was getting squished to the side.  It was fucking adorable.  I moved out from under him slowly. He made a noise so I stopped, then he was out cold. I moved off the bed.

"Why are you leaving me?" he mumbled sleepily.

"I have to go figure some things out" I pulled my boxers then pants on.

"Why?" I looked over at him. His eyes were still closed "Peter get back in this damn bed" that's how I knew he wasn't sleep talking.

"I have to go"

"I don't wanna be alone"

"I have to run the country" I frowned.

"Run the country tomorrow" he said.  I laughed. 

"Will you please be in there by nine?  Andy'll be standing by the door"

"You're being over protective Pete" he said sitting up.  I frowned opening the door.

"I know" I mumbled.  I walked out closing the door behind me. 

"Mr. President may I ask why you're shirtless?" Andy asked walking over to me.

"No.  Stand by the door" I commanded.  I started walking away but I stopped "Please" I said gently.

"Of course sir" He said.  I started walking again "Patricks really made a good impact on you" I ignored him continuing to walk to the oval where I had a spare shirt.  I found it pulling it over my head.  It was an old Iron Maiden shirt.  I hadn't seen it since I got elected.  "Mr. President I have Patrick" Andy said from outside the door.

"Send him in" I said.  He walked in dragging his blanket behind him like a five year old.  A pillow was tucked under his arm.  He laid down on the couch pulling the blanket over him.  "Really?" I asked.

"Mm" he groaned.  Well, at least I wouldn't have to entertain him.  He started snoring lightly. 

"Okay" I sighed sitting at my desk.  I had a lot to do.  My goal was to get that trans bathroom law passed, and to get my ex wife in jail for trying to assassinate my boyfriend.  I wasn't stopping until I'd successfully did both.  Ashlee walked in.

"So update, wife is still untraceable and Trump is hating on you again"

"Oh what else is new the man hates on everyone yet for some reason people still want him" I rolled my eyes. 

"I say we endorse Hilary since Bernie's not an option" She said.

"I'm endorsing no one especially not Trump or Hilary.  I'm not getting involved.  They both suck and if America wants my advice they should all just move to Mars but thats still not far enough away from Trump" I rolled my eyes "Ridiculous.  Both of them"

"I don't get why you won't run for a second term" she looked over at Patrick asleep on the couch "Is he alive?"

"Yes.  I just won't let him leave my sights so I made him get out of bed with me but I'm letting him sleep on the couch.  And I don't want to run for second term.  No one would vote for me after this scandal" She shrugged turning back to me.

"Well,  you said you wanted this bathroom law passed.  I say we make a list of why it would be a good idea then we re present it to both the senate and house of reps" I nodded still wondering why America wants Trump.  Fucking racist carrot.
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Patrick didn't wake up until one in the afternoon.  He stared at me sleepily then rolled back over closing his eyes again.

"Come on wake up Patrick" he groaned "Please" He lifted his head up staring at me again "I have people coming so either make yourself presentable and introduce yourself or go sleep in your room with Andy staring at you as you do so" He squinted.

"Can I borrow a suit?" he asked.  His voice still thick with sleep.