Solana Maeve Hughes had learned to measure risk, to quantify dreams in dollars and cents. Tuition would cost her nights without sleep, classes without rest-but this offer was different. To bear a child for Kamala D. Harris was to enter a world of whispered contracts, private corridors, and unspoken desires. And in that quiet, shocking intimacy, Solana realized she might be risking not just her body-but her heart.

A family of many firsts. The first female Vice President. The first Black and South Asian woman to hold national office. The first lesbian Second Couple. And now, running to become the first family- with Kamala poised to become the first female President of the United States. This is a fictional narrative set in an entirely imagined universe. While it may reference public figures, every characterization, conversation, and event is crafted for storytelling and does not reflect real life in any way. All scenarios are invented for storytelling purposes.

"I am offering you a chance to criticize me." (gXg)

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."

This is my first story so yk This is the story of Elizabeth Taylor. Catching the presidents eye and possibly her heart.

Howard University, 1996 Barack Obama (19), a smooth, guarded Howard sophomore hiding childhood pain behind a campus-king swagger. Kamala Harris (18), a brilliant, painfully shy freshman armed with color-coded highlighters and homemade cookies. Barack rules campus with a smile and a promise never to stay. Kamala rules the front row with highlighters and zero interest in games. Forced together on a Torts project worth half their grade, the campus player bets his boys he'll have the church girl before the deadline. He expects easy. He gets homemade cookies, quiet library nights, and a girl who sees every crack in his armor. One cruel joke almost ends it. One plate of Miss Lorraine's fried chicken almost begins it. Between chocolate chip cookies and whispered "goodnights," two guarded hearts discover that love doesn't always leave; sometimes it waits on the third floor for someone brave enough to stop running. This story is completely fictional.

Book I of the "A More Perfect Union" series. Kamala Harris is the district attorney of San Francisco. Valentina Días is a high end escort who knows all about politicians. Discretion in this arrangement is vital, and so is following the terms of their arrangement. Please note that this story is entirely fictional, and though it is based on real public figures, the events and characters are entirely fantasy, dramatized and for pure creative purposes only. AS MUCH AS I WISH KAMALA HARRIS HAD HERSELF A HOT GIRLFRIEND IN REAL LIFE, I'm just having a little giggle over here.