“there’s something incredibly calming about seeing the trees in full bloom.” I sighed. I closed my eyes as we started walking down the lane. “So pretty and smells so wonderful.”
“I have such good memories of coming here with Betty.” He said, following my gaze to one of the trees. “I’m glad I can make more with you.” Thaddeus tugged me closer and kissed my temple. I smiled at him as he reached out and picked a flower. Stopping, Thaddeus tucked it into my hair. I felt my cheeks heat up at the action. I turned and picked a flower of my own.
“and what do you plan to do with that?” He asked, his tone turning playful. “I’m sure time magazine would love a picture of the president with flowers in his hair.” Thaddeus looked around, seemingly looking for extra cameras that weren’t part of the approved press.
“oh trust me one of these days I’ll get a flower crown on you.” I teased, laughing as Thaddeus shot me a look. “But this one…” I paused long enough to slip it into the hole in his lapel. “Goes here.” I smoothed his jacket before leaning over to kiss him. “Now we match.” Thaddeus shook his head with a smile.
“shall I take it that this will be a yearly occurrence?” He asked. I nodded. “Good. I plan to continue these little trips long after I’ve left office anyway.”
“thinking reelection already?” I asked, squeezing his arm as we started walking again. “You barely passed the first hundred days.”
“and what does that mean?” Thaddeus teased, bumping his hip against mine.
“I’m just saying…two days again you reached the first hundred days. And you’re already thinking of reelection.” I shook my head playfully. “Typical politician. I can’t believe I lost you so soon.”
“oh shut up will you.” Thaddeus laughed. “I’m not a fucking politician. I’m a wartime general dammit.” I leaked my head against his shoulder as his detail drew closer.
“Mr. President.” An agent said. “We have to leave.” I could see him glance at me under his shades. “Duty calls.” Thaddeus sighed as he led me towards the van that had pulled up.
“as always.” He sighed. Kissing me softly, he let go of me. “Fucking meetings. I’ll see you later. Anything you want for dinner. I promise.” I smiled at him before kissing him again.
“I’ll hold you to that Mr. President.” I teased as he got into the van.
