A new Dougala Story

For six years, Kamala Harris had been Barack Obama's closest friend. For two of those years, she had been something more. Something hidden. Something complicated. Something that only existed in hotel rooms, late-night phone calls, and stolen moments between political campaigns and impossible choices. To him, she was Rani. To her, he was Rocky. No one else called them that. No one else knew. When Barack is elected Governor of California, the future he's always dreamed of finally arrives. Beside him stands Michelle, the woman he's chosen to build that future with. The woman carrying his child. The woman he's about to marry. For Kamala, the news shatters everything. Because while Barack may love her, he doesn't love her enough. Not enough to choose her. Not enough to stay. During a snowy Christmas in Toronto, Kamala spends one final night in his hotel suite, holding the pieces of a love she knows she can no longer survive. By morning, she walks away without looking back. She leaves behind the man she loves. And the secret she never tells him. Eight years later, Kamala has built a quiet life for herself and her son, Koa. A bright, curious little boy who asks too many questions and smiles with a familiarity she tries not to think about. Then a school field trip changes everything. When California Governor makes a surprise appearance at the California African American Museum, neither of them is prepared for the moment he meets one particular eight-year-old boy. A boy with his smile. His eyes. His laugh. The truth Kamala buried all those years ago suddenly stands between them. Now, with old wounds reopened and a lifetime of unanswered questions hanging in the balance, Kamala and Barack must confront the love they left behind. Because some heartbreaks fade with time. And some wait patiently for a second chance.

One lie. Two strangers.

After a painful breakup, Lucy Chen never expected to find out she was pregnant-let alone that Tim Bradford would fight his way back into her life. As their undeniable connection pulls them together once more, Tim's protective instincts go into overdrive, clashing with Lucy's fierce independence as a cop. From high-stakes missions gone wrong to near-death encounters, Tim and Lucy navigate the dangers of their job while preparing for the biggest change of their lives-becoming parents. As the months pass, Lucy fights to prove she can still hold her own in the field, while Tim wrestles with his greatest fear: losing her and their baby. When Lucy's water unexpectedly breaks at the precinct, she insists on driving herself to the hospital, much to Tim's frustration. But after an exhausting labor, their daughter is born-marking not just the end of their journey as partners, but the beginning of their future as a family. A story of love, fear, and second chances, this emotional rollercoaster explores what happens when two stubborn hearts refuse to let go-proving that sometimes, fate has other plans.

I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby... It wasn't an option of wanted one right now, given my super-hot boyfriend already knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My stepdaughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She didn't want a sibling... Like she had a say in it. Back to my super-hot builder boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe... We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking... kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seem to have seen my point.

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

An illicit romance story between Olivia Pope and Fitzgerald Grant, based loosely on the show, Scandal. Their love was never meant to survive the weight of power, politics, and betrayal, but neither of them could ever walk away. When stolen moments aren't enough, when the world demands sacrifices, Fitz and Olivia are forced to choose: duty or desire? As secrets unravel and consequences mount, they risk everything for a future no one believes they can have. But love has never been rational. And for them, it's always been reckless.

One-shots. Obamala imagines in fragments. Short, angsty, messy, sappy-really depends on where my incoherent ideas take me. Each chapter is set in a different time and space. Although some one-shots have a life of their own, morphing into multiple chapters. Enjoy! 🙈

Sequel of "The Space Between Us"

A new Obamala story