The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

First Steps

(There's a little message at the end you might want to read :) See ya then)

You wake up, just like every other morning, your wonderful wife laying next to you. She's awake earlier than usual.
"Morning," Katya says, kissing your forehead.
"Morning..." you reply, still a little tired. Katya lazily slides out of bed and walks over to your side. She leans over you and you wrap your arms around her neck, like the hundreds of times you've done before.
"Ready? One, two, three." She lifts you from your bed, rolling your wheelchair closer and sitting you down. You arch your back and let out a long yawn, stretching your arms above your head.
"What's going on today?" You ask Katya as she gets a suit from your closet.
"You're meeting with congress from eleven to one, a televised press conference from two thirty to four, and physical therapy from six to seven." She walks over to you, holding your clothes. You take them and look up at her.
"Kitty, you don't have to get my clothes for me," you sigh, "I'm perfectly capable." You grip the handles of your wheelchair and lift your lower half off of the seat.
Katya pulls off your sweatpants (actually, they're hers) and slides your limp legs into your dress pants. "Seven months ago, I promised to love your for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, 'till death do us part. If that means I have to be your wife and your nurse, so be it. I don't care at all. I want to take care of you because I love you." She buckles your belt and and you sit back in your wheelchair.
"What're you gonna do if I start walking again?" You chuckle.
"Not 'if,'" she corrects you, "when you start walking again. You'll be starting with leg braces today."
"Shit, I forgot..." you groan, putting on your shirt, "I don't think it'll even work anyway."
Katya hugs you from behind, resting her face on your shoulder. "Don't say that! Just give it a chance. You're so pessimistic..."
You kiss her cheek, holding her hand. "Alright..."

The meeting and conference went well. You're perpetually bombarded with questions about your health. Just like you've done since you were paralyzed, you ignore them. You don't like mixing your personal life and your work life. After the conference, Katya picks you up and brings you back to the Capital so you can get ready to go to your appointment with the physical therapist. Katya stops you at the door to your room and goes inside without you. Confused, you knock on the door.
"Kitty, what's going on? We have to be at physical therapy in a few minutes," you exclaim, trying to open the locked door, "we're going to be late!"
"I might've lied, we're doing something here," she shouts from behind the closed door, "just hold on a second!"
You wait for a few minutes before the door unlocks. You swing open the door and gasp at what you see.
Katya stands in the middle of the room, wearing her long, flowing wedding gown. She smiles sweetly at you from behind her lace veil.
"Surprise..." Katya giggles. You make your way over to your wife, in shock.
"What's all this?" You ask, looking up at her. She grabs a large metal contraption off of the table.
"Hold still..." Katya mutters, securing the device to your legs, feet and waist, "hold onto my waist."
She pulls your arms so you're in a standing position, strapping the opposite end to her legs and waist. You cling to her waist, terrified that you'll fall if you don't. You try to look down at your legs, but Katya lifts your chin up to her eyes.
"The braces aren't there. It's just you and me." She taps her phone that's sitting on the table next to her, and you instantly recognize the song.
Katya wraps her arms around you. She takes a step back... and you take a step forward. She takes a step forward, and you take a step back. She holds you close as you two dance together. You hold Katya in your arms, crying silently. She kisses your cheek, her teeth pressing up against your skin.
"Katya..." you sob, "I don't want this to end..."
Your beautiful bride holds your hand in hers. "It doesn't have to, love..."

Hey everyone!! I hope you en—

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WHAT.
TEN THOUSAND READS!?!? Damn. You must really like me. I'm just kidding. Thank you all SO MUCH for this many reads!! Your overwhelming support on this profile is what keeps me going, motivationally and mentally. I'm planning on being an author, English teacher, or a playwright in the future, so a platform like Wattpad is really a good outlet for me to put my work out there for people to see. I've had problems with confidence for most of my life, but being on Wattpad and writing for you guys has worked miracles on my self esteem and mental health. So thank you all so much for giving me the opportunity to (hopefully) make you guys happy with my writing.

With love,
Luci.

Ps. That one part wasn't a joke, by the way. I'm working on something very very special that I hope you guys will love.