The President's Back

One

It was crazy how fast four years could go by.  Crazy how much my life had changed in those four years.  I had a son.  A perfect two year old little boy named Saint.  I had a perfect husband.  Perfect life.  Perfect everything.  I grabbed Saint hoisting him into the air.  He giggled at me.

"You are a human tornado!" I yelled throwing him then catching him.  He laughed some more.  I put him on my shoulders holding his hands so he didn't fall off.  I walked out into the kitchen.  "Wheres Daddy?" I asked Saint.  He pointed at Patrick who was on the phone.  I put him down.   "Go get daddy"

"Okay" saint giggled.  He ran over to Patrick falling over due to his short legs then getting back up.  He made monster noises grabbing onto Patricks leg.  Patrick looked down at him and smiled picking him up. 

"Thanks Ash.  See you tomorrow" he said hanging up.  He looked at Saint.  "Did daddy tell you to do that" Saint
nodded.  "Daddy's in trouble huh?" Saint nodded again. 

"Big trouble" Saint said.  "Bad daddy"

"Yeah,  bad daddy's right" Patrick pouted at Saint who pouted back at Patrick.  Patrick leaned in and Saint kissed him on his lips.  They both smiled at each other.  He looked over at me.  "Take the kid" He said.  I grabbed Saint from him.  He grabbed my waist.  "Okay your turn" he said.  I smirked and kissed him. 

"Ew!" Saint yelled.  We looked over at him.  He wiggled so I'd put him down.  I dropped him and grabbed Patricks hips kissing him again.  I pulled away.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"She'll meet us here tomorrow to discuss your campaign" he said.  I smiled.  Finally, I was back in the game. Patrick walked passed me.

"What're you doing stinkbug?" He laughed picking up Saint. "I told you no playing with daddys guitar"

"I'm sorry daddy" he said. Patrick rolled his eyes smiling.

"It's bedtime for you" He said. Saint made whiney noises. "Hey, don't argue" Saint pouted as Patrick walked him to the bathroom. He stood Saint up on his stool and handed him his toothbrush. "Show daddy how you clean your teeth" he said pointing to me. He squirt some of Saint's toothpaste on his small toothbrush. He shoved it in his mouth and moved it around a little on his small amount of teeth. He spit in the sink and handed Patrick his toothbrush.

"Good job!" I cheered. They both smiled at me.

"Bed stinkbug" Patrick said. Saint ran off his stool over to me. I picked him up leading Patrick to Saint's room. I laid him in his crib that he still used. The doctor said we shouldn't give him a real bed until he was about four. Patrick clicked the lights off.

"Love you baby boy" I kissed his head.

"I love you daddy" he said.

"I love you stinkbug" Patrick said.

"I love you daddy" Saint repeated. We smiled as he closed his eyes. He was out in seconds. Patrick and I quietly tiptoed out of his room. I smiled at Patrick.

"He's asleep" I said. He nodded. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me. "That means we've got some time for us" He smirked and leaned up kissing me.

"Then I guess I'll see you upstairs. I'm taking a shower" he started up the stairs. I watched him go until he stopped "And you're gonna shower with me"

"I'm okay with that" I said following him excitedly.