Madam President ~ Chapter Four

Off to the Ball

Hours after the meeting between Bella and Edward, she was in her new bedroom. She had been in here many times before, while her father had been President, but this time it was her room, her presidency. It wasn’t just a bedroom, but a suite of rooms. During the Kennedy era, Jackie Kennedy had, as the other first ladies, a separate bedroom. Today the room is the living room. Also in the master suite is a small dressing room and bathroom adjoining the west side of the room, with closets in the rounded north wall of either side of the door to the west sitting hall. The closet doors are disguised with papered panels like the rest of the wall. Another disguised door on the east wall led to the living room. Those disguised doors weren’t the only ones throughout the White House and only the Special Agent In Charge, or SAIC knew every door and where it leads. 

She decided to take a few moments of peace and quiet before she had to start getting ready for her many Inaugural Balls. It was going to be a long night as she bounced from one ball to the next. The first ball was one that she loved the best, The Neighborhood Inaugural Ball. Unlike the other balls, where the tickets prices were very pricey, this one was free or affordable tickets. This allowed the people who voted for her a chance to enjoy the parties. Jacob and Nauhel would be attending the same balls, along with her parents. The tradition of the President and the first lady first dance wouldn’t be happening tonight. First, she was President and second she wasn’t married or had a boyfriend. There were plans for her to dance with her father and other prominent guests. Her next ball she would attend would be The Commander-in-Chief’s Ball at the National Building Museum which was for active and reserve duty members of the military and the families of American service members currently deployed overseas; as well as  families of military personnel killed in action. Bella would be having a dance with one service member from each branch of the military. The rest of the evening would have her attending five other balls to spotlight each region of the country. Renee had made sure that the shoes she selected for the evening were comfortable.

Stripping off her dress, she walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Stepping inside, she closed the large glass door and allowed the hot water to beat down her shoulders. When she closed her eyes, she was bombarded with images of Edward. She was still shocked that he was her SAIC. God, she didn’t know how he could have gotten sexier, but he unquestionably had. He had gained weight in all the right places. She had been afraid to ask or look in his folder to see if he was married. Then the thought hit her hard causing her legs to crumble beneath her. Collapsing onto the tile floor, she allowed the tears to cascade down her face. She had mapped out her entire life, and up until that horrible day when he announced he was joining the military, all of her choices included him. After she passed the bar, they would get married in a grand wedding with her father walking her down the aisle to him. They would purchase a home. Then years later with him by her side, she would run for the office of the President. Instead, she blew up at him and told him to leave her alone. There was only one person to blame for the situation she currently found herself in, and that was her. 

Standing up, she finished her shower and got out. Once she wrapped a towel around herself, she walked back into the bedroom and let out a small scream. 

“Sorry, Madam President,” Sarah said.

But before Bella could respond, the door to the bedroom burst open and in ran Edward with his gun pulled. Scanning the room to see what the danger was and when his eyes landed on Bella, only wrapped in a towel, his heart stopped. Unable to speak he continued to stare at her.

“Agent Cullen, everything is fine. I was just surprised to see Sarah in my room,” Bella explained, trying her best not to look into his eyes. Then as if he willed her to look, she raised her eyes to his and saw the familiar look of lust that she had stored in her memory. Shaking her head slightly, she knew that couldn’t be. “Thank you, but as you can see I am safe. You may leave now.”

Edward just nodded his head, holstered his gun and walked out. After he closed the door, he notified the rest of the team that it was all clear. He needed a moment to clear his thoughts.

“SAIC to DSAIC,” Edward said into his intercommunication device located on his wrist.

“DSAIC,” Garrett responded.

“10-7 for fifteen,” Edward advised.

“10-4,” Garrett replied and made his way to Edward’s location. When he arrived he assumed Edward’s station.

“I’ll be back in fifteen. Cygnet is in the bedroom with Sarah,” Edward informed Garrett. “We will be leaving for the first location in one hour.”

“Alright, I have this covered. See you back in fifteen,” Garrett said.

Edward made his way out of the residence and down the stairs. Stepping into the men’s room, he went to the first urinal, unzipped his zipper.  Unfortunately, just seeing Bella’s almost naked body, had hardened his cock, which sprang out at full attention. This was so not the time for this shit.  Taking his dick in hand, he fought to relieve himself without spraying piss all over his suit. God, he had dreamt of her lovely body for the last ten years, though his dreams had paled in comparison to her body now. She had filled out and all the right places. Fuck he needed to stop thinking about it or he would never get his cock to soften. He knew there was only one sure-fire thought that would cause him to go limp like a wet noodle. Fuck it, it had been done. Grandma Cullen skinny dipping in the family pool. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an imagined thought, but a true nightmare that happened to him when he was ten. Once flaccid and tucked back in his pants, he went over the sink, washing his hands, and then splashing cold water on his face. 

He had known it was going to be difficult to be around her, though he never thought he would be seeing her almost naked on the first day. Shaking the memory from his thoughts he walked out of the bathroom and headed to the Secret Service command center. Swiping his card, he pushed open the door and entered the room. Taking a bottle of water from the small refrigerator, he drank down the bottle, throwing the empty in the recycling bin. Surveying the bank of monitors, he verified that all was secure. A secure house makes her safe. 

“Cullen,” Seth Youngblood called. 

“Everything quiet?” Edward asked, knowing the answer.

“Yes, sir. The teams have checked in from all the ball sites and everything is secure. The vehicles are ready to depart in,” Seth began as he looked down at his watch. “In forty-three minutes. Will Cygnet be ready on time?”

“Yes. Sarah is helping her as we speak,” Edward answered. “I’ll leave you to it and will see you out front in forty-one minutes.”

Edward made his way back to the residential wing taking the stairs two at a

 time to regain his composure. He needed to be strong and focused, Bella’s life was now in his hands and he would die before allowing her to be injured. She didn’t love him, he had lost her heart, though his would always remain hers until his last breath. 

Garrett saw Edward walking down the hall. It had been quiet considering this was the first day of the new President’s administration. He had been on the previous administration detail and hated every moment of it. Unlike today, where Ms. Swan stepped into the role seamlessly. She was made for this role and there was no doubt in his mind that she was going to heal the country. The things that he had witnessed when Aro was President, were things that nightmares were made out of. 

“Thank you, Garrett,” Edward said.

“All quiet,” Garrett informed.

“Good. I was just down in the control center and everything looks good there as well.”

“I will go make sure the teams are ready at each ball location,” Garrett explained. 

“Thanks. Keep me informed of  anything out of the ordinary.”

Thirty-eight minutes later, the door to the bedroom opened and Sarah walked out with a huge smile. She looked up at Edward and fanned herself. Then his world tilted once more. Bella stepped out of the bedroom looking like a fucking wet dream. She had on a long mermaid dress with embroidered applet, and medium lace embroidery, strapless sweetheart neckline and v neck back. Fuck he hated that he watched designing shows, but he loved them so much. 

When Renee had shown Bella this dress she immediately dismissed it. It was too form-fitting and too low cut, though it was a gorgeous dress. After trying every other dress, she finally caved in and put it on. It fit her as if it had been made for her. She couldn’t take her eyes off herself in the mirror.

“Baby, this is the dress,” Renee gushed her eyes filled with unshed tears. 

“But,” Bella started.

“No buts. It is perfect,” Renee urged.

So here she stood in the dress, with a necklace and earring set that her parents had given her for the occasion. The other piece of jewelry was the one that she had never taken off since the day he placed it on her finger. The promise ring that represented the fact that one day he was going to marry her. 

He had given it to her on the ski trip to Snowshoe where they first made love. He was her first and even though it hurt and was messy, it was one of the best nights of her life. Edward seemed to have a lot of knowledge on the subject, that made her at first wonder if he had experience, but he confessed that he had read and watched a lot of porn to be prepared for the night. Bella couldn’t help but giggle over his confession. After the first time, they learned together and each time it got better. 

The morning after their first time, Edward presented her with the ring, while they were still in the bed. She woke up to find him looking at her with a smile that warmed her heart. 

“I love you with all my heart and I know without a doubt that you are the only woman that I will ever love,” he murmured then pulled out the ring. “This is not an engagement ring, it is a ring of promise, that one day in the future I will ask you to marry me.”

Bella cried as he placed the ring on her finger. She never took it off, except for one day. The day that he told her that he was joining the Marines. It was the biggest mistake of her life and she would regret her outburst until the day she died. At the moment she thought she was making the right decision to break it off with Edward. God she wished she could turn back time and take back every hateful, hurtful word. 

Looking up she spotted Edward immediately, he was standing guard with a blank expression. There was no look of love on this Edward’s face. She had killed it.  Just the thought made her want to return to the room and have another cry. However, she had a job to do and she was going to immerse herself in it.

“Are you ready to go, Madam President?” Edward asked, his voice even toned, without any emotions, even though his heart was racing.

“Yes, Agent Cullen,” Bella replied.

The rest of the evening was torture for Edward. Bella danced and socialized with a bright smile at each ball. The worst was when she danced with a man from each branch of the military. Several times he had to catch himself from storming onto the dance floor and breaking the fucker’s hand which was placed on her bare back. What the fuck was she thinking wearing a dress without a back and cut so low that the assholes could look down at her perfect breast?

It was after two in the morning, when Bella and her security team made it back to the White House. She was tired and hungry. Her feet hurt, her face hurt from all the smiling.  All she wanted to do was take a shower, put on her pajamas, slip down to the kitchen for a sandwich.

Edward escorted her to the residence, where as soon as she stepped foot on the floor, she removed her shoes.

“God, that feels so good,” she moaned as she wiggled her toes.

In that moment, Edward let his guard down and laughed. 

Bella’s head whipped around and she stared at him. His eyes were not the cold ones that she had looked at all night. These were the green eyes so full of joy that she remembered. Suddenly, the moment passed and the coldness returned. Holding back her emotions. “Thank you, Agent Cullen. Your team was perfect today.”

“No thanks needed, Madam President. It is our job,” he replied.

Bella nodded her head, turned, then walked to her bedroom. Once she was inside and the door was closed, she allowed the tears to escape. Her heart was broken.

Madam President

One plus One Equal Death

Bella couldn’t help but stare at Edward. She vividly remembered the day that he had broken her heart,  causing her to seal away her affections, never permitting any other man access to her heart. The memory strengthened her resolve to maintain a professional distance as she turned away, then stepped behind the President’s Resolute desk, her desk for the next four years, or possibly more. 

“Mr. Cullen, please have a seat,” Bella said in a voice void of any emotion.

Edward paused for a moment. His heart was racing just being in the same room with her. She had only become more beautiful over the years. He watched her graceful movements as she walked around the desk and turned back towards him. Then he heard her voice as she told him to sit down. It was so formal, so void of any feelings, unlike the one he had remembered. He used to love to listen to her talk, her voice was so full of passion for whatever subject she was discussing. Things were undoubtedly different now and he needed to realize that. 

“Thank you, Madam President,” Edward said as he unbuttoned his jacket and sat down, adjusting the holster, so it didn’t dig into the chair. 

“I have been briefed on your responsibilities, though I would like to get to know the qualifications of each of the agents assigned to this office, including yours,” Bella inquired as she tried to keep her voice steady.

“Yes ma’am, I served four years in the Marines, spending most of my tour in Iraq and Pakistan. When it was time for me to re-up, I decided not to continue and came back to Washington. Once here, a friend of mine convinced me to apply to the Secret Service. I have been an agent for over five years and on Presidential protection for four of those years. My last position was Deputy Special Agent In Charge,” Edward answered, his voice also empty of emotion. 

Bella wanted to know more about what he had been doing since he had left her, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to ask for personal information. “Thank you, Mr. Cullen,” she said, then looked down at the folder on the desk that had the names of her security team. “I see that there is one female agent on the team.”

“Yes, Kate Vos. She was top of her class and has been an active agent for three years. The Deputy Special Agent in Charge is Garrett Kline. He has been in the agency for eight years and on Presidential duties for five. He protected President Swan in his last year in office.”

“Well, Mr. Cullen, I am going to be extremely busy for the next four years putting this country back together after the mess that Aro Volturi has gotten it into. As I am sure you are aware, there will be a lot of traveling and visiting the hardest-hit areas of the country. Also, I am sure you are aware and well versed in the procedures and protocol with visiting Heads of State. I intend to rebuild the relationships with all our allies and restore the reputation of this country again. Do you have a problem with any of that?” Bella asked.

“No, Madam President. I will ensure your safety wherever you may go or whoever may grace this venerable institution,” Edward proclaimed, meaning it more than she would ever know.

Doctor Zafrina Botha stepped outside of the facility to take a moment to get a breath of fresh air. She had been in the building for forty-eight straight hours and the breathing apparatus was beginning to irritate her skin. She entered the decontamination unit, stripping off her headgear, suit and stepping naked in the shower. Donning a clean pair of scrubs, she pulled her long wet hair back into a ponytail.

As she walked outside, the excruciating heat hit her like a brick wall. The facility for her lab was in Lake Assal, which is located in the middle of Djibouti, in a closed depression at the northern end of the Great Rift Valley. Situated in the Danakil Desert, it is enclosed by hills in the western region. This location had been selected due to the fact that no one ever ventured into the area and provided them the seclusion and secrecy they needed to complete their work. Finally, her sister would have her revenge against those who had killed her husband. Zafrina thought back to the day that her backers had contacted her.

It was the day after her brother-in-law’s funeral. Serena was an emotional wreck and Zafrina was trying to comfort her. Amun was a local business broker in Matadi, while Serena worked as a doctor in the local hospital as an infectious disease specialist alongside her. Zafrina’s specialty was the mapping of the ebola virus. 

She was sitting in her office going over the lastest data she had, hoping to find a cure for this bug when a man walked into her office.

“Good day, Dr. Botha. How is your sister holding up?”

Zafrina was taken aback by the fact that the man knew about her sister’s heartbreak. “As well as can be expected. Does she know you?” She asked, her eyes held a puzzled look. He was about six foot tall, dark hair, ice-blue eyes, and had a thick Russian accent. His pale skin was already pink from Africa’s strong sunshine. 

“No, though I am here to offer a way for her to gain justice against those who killed her husband Amun,” he declared with a menacing tone of voice.

“Who are you?” Zafrina asked.

“I am Stefan Dimitri,” he answered. 

Zafrina had heard of the name Dimitri before and as she thought hard, it suddenly hit her. Dimitri was the last name of the President of Russia, Vladimir Dimitri.  A look of surprise covered her face. 

“I can tell you recognize my name. I am Vladimir’s brother and head of the KGB, so when I say I can help her get justice, I can,” Stefan declared with vengeance.

“What do you want?” Zafrina wondered.

“We would like for you to design a weapon with those little bugs that you know so much about,” Stefan explained with an evil smile.

“What type of weapon?”

“An airborne ebola that can be dispersed in a crowd,” Stefan said.

“Ebola is not airborne, unlike some of the other viruses,” Zafrina explained.

“We are aware, but the other viruses are not as deadly as Ebola. Our thoughts were if you could possibly combine two viruses.  One that is an airborne contagion that could be bonded with Ebola?”

“This is not like making a cake,” she snapped.

“I understand, but with the right equipment would you be willing to try?”

Zafrina stopped and thought about precisely what Stefan was proposing. Was it impossible to genetically modify the Ebola virus to combine with an airborne virus.? She mentally went through the database of all the airborne viruses when it came to her, Tuberculosis. Maybe, just maybe it was possible, though she would need highly technical facilities and test subjects. 

Stefan could tell she was mentally trying to work out what she would need to accomplish this task. “We have built a facility in Lake Assal with level four biohazard protocols. You just need to find your test subjects and I will make sure when the testing is accomplished, they disappear.”

“Why are you doing this for Serena?”

“We are not doing this for Serena. Our agenda is to bring America to its knees,” Stefan growled.

The Americans were the reason why Amun was dead and why her sister was hurting. Amun had been just walking down the street when a shot rang out going straight through his heart. He died instantly. The intended target was an arms dealer, who was ten feet behind him. The Navy Seal shot the wrong target. Zafrina and Serena were in their lab when they received the news of Amun’s death. Serena collapsed on the floor, crying uncontrollably. Zafrina swore that she would make whoever did this pay for her sister’s pain.

“I am in,” Zafrina said, her voice shook with fury.

Zafrina went home after that day and told Serena everything. For the first time since Amun’s death, there was a light in her eyes. They gave their notices of resignation at the hospital, packed their suitcases and traveled to Lake Assal. The research facility was state of the art and if they were lucky they would be able to cook up this new mutant virus. Stefan had already recruited and placed at least a dozen lab techs and security personnel. 

Most would have thought finding human test subjects difficult, however, in the Congo, people came up missing all the time. Per Zafrina’s specifications, six men with Ebola were found and seized, along with six men with tuberculosis, and finally six healthy men. Zafrina and Serena began their research, which was a long and tedious process, but their vengeance demanded that they remained focused.

President Vladimir Demitri was enraged. How could Aro lose to a damn woman? Six years ago, he had flooded the election with money and propaganda to get Aro Volturi elected. Aro was an idiot, only looking out for his personal needs and potential financial gains. What the American people were not aware of is that prior to running for office he couldn’t obtain any more loans from America banks, so he came to Russia and begged. Vladimir was more than happy to give him the loan, knowing that one day he would repay him. After Aro was elected, a world-wide shock, he lifted the sanctions against Russia. When Russia became more aggressive against the Ukraine, Aro looked the other way. President Volturi was the best investment Russia had ever made.

Aro thought he was above the law and made some very ill-advised mistakes, causing the American people to rally behind the candidate running against him. Unfortunately, she was fucking perfect, without skeletons in her closet. Isabella Swan was the darling first daughter of the beloved former President Charlie Swan, who ran the country with compassion and strength. Under his presidency, he was able to direct his military to hunt down and eradicate the terrorists who attacked on American soil.

Vladimir had hoped that the fact she was a woman, and not even married, would have been enough to turn voters against her, instead, she got the backing of the women voters. Then she selects for her running mate, a God damn galbooboi. He tried again to hack into the voting machines, but this time around measures had been implemented to ensure they were secured. Flooding social media with fake news, as he had done in the first election, unfortunately failed, as voters were not as receptive this time around. 

Deep in thought, he was unaware of the entrance of his brother coming in until he had called out to him. When he turned towards him he saw a smile on his face. “Do you have good news, Stefan?”

“Yes, brother. You are the proud father of a new strain of an airborne Ebola virus,” Stefan gushed.

“Really?”

“Yes. Now you have your first-strike weapon.”

“And is our operative prepared for second-strike?” Vladimir inquired. 

“The last message we received, stated that they were being hired for a prominent position in Miss Swan’s administration. When the time comes they will give us the surprise advantage,” Stefan explained.

“Excellent. Activate the other sleeper cells and get the mules ready to transport. I want to hit the biggest target we can as soon as possible. Did Zafrina say what the incubation time is for the virus?” He asked.

“Seventy-two hours,” Stefan answered.

“Wonderful. Now, what event?” Vladimir wondered as he went over to his computer and pulled up the list of events in the U.S. with the largest crowds. His face broke out in an evil grin. The first Sunday in February was the perfect time to release the virus. “I never did like football.”

AN: My desire when I came up with this plot and wrote my first chapter back in July 2019 for Babies at the Border Compilation, that it was going to be a political story with an evil virus threat. How was I to know those thoughts would come to life? This week I wondered if I should continue the story, but with the help of a friend and listening to others, I decided to continue.

So, yes this is a political story. Yes, this will have an outbreak.  But as always, there will be a HEA!!!

Madam President ~ Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Protecting His Heart

Years of training and the fact he had weeks to prepare mentally for this assignment, this moment, had made it possible for him to look so reserved to see her, even though on the inside, he was a wreck. How was he going to be able to keep his emotions in check? Had it really been ten years since the last time he had been in the same room with her? 

They had been friends since grade school, but it wasn’t until the end of August before their sophomore year that Edward came to realize that he just didn’t want Bella as a friend, but also a girlfriend. Bella had gone to Europe to participate in a summer abroad program, studying the inner workings of different governments. Edward had come with her parents to meet her plane when she returned. They were standing at the gate, watching for her to exit customs. The doors opened and out walked not the awkward bookworm that left three months before, but a stunning young woman. She had grown a few inches, and her body had blossomed into amazing curves. Instead of her standard, jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes, she was wearing a dress that hugged all her new curves, with a pair of high heeled shoes. 

Edward gasped, while his heart began to race. He couldn’t believe his eyes. As soon as Bella saw him, he was blessed with a brilliant smile, and she started running towards him. He opened his arms as she propelled herself into them, placing her arms around his neck. Wrapping her up tightly, he buried his face in her fragrant brunette locks and took a deep breath, drinking in her sweet scent. Having her in his arms caused his teenage body to react.

“Edward,” she sighed and pulled back, looking into the emerald green eyes that she had missed so much. She had loved him for so long, hoping and praying that he would see her more than as just a friend. It had been two summers ago that her feelings for him had evolved. Their families were vacationing together at his parent’s beach house in Nags Head, North Carolina. They had gone down to the beach the first morning of the trip, and while Bella laid out in the sun, Edward had gone swimming in the ocean. She had just finished reading her current book and looked towards the water. He was walking towards her; water beads were trickling down his chest to the waistband of his swim shorts. He looked like one of the Greek Gods in her books. Her heart began to race, and at that moment, she knew that she was in love with him.

Edward would have been content to hold her forever, although he had to let her go so that she could greet her parents. When he placed her down on her feet, he turned to Charlie Swan, the man who was like a second father to him and saw his mustache twitch. Looking into Charlie’s brown eyes, he saw a glint of mischievousness, and he gave him a wink. Edward didn’t know what to make of that, though he knew that later Charlie would clue him in. That was just the type of relationship that they had, and that was precisely what he did. After they arrived back to the Swan’s home, Charlie and Edward took Bella’s multiple suitcases up to her room. Renee shooed them out of the room so that she could spend some quality time with Bella. Charlie gave Bella a kiss on the cheek and placed a kiss on Renee’s lips, which lasted a little longer than just a small peck. It was a kiss of passion and love.

“Come on, Edward, let’s let the women catch up,” Charlie said, placing his hand on Edward’s shoulder and squeezing it.

“Will you be staying for a while, Edward?” Bella asked, hoping that he would. She was going to lay all her feelings for him on the table. Praying that he wouldn’t laugh at her, but would embrace them also. 

“Yeah, I’ll be hanging out with Charlie. Come find me when you’re done,” he smirked, then gave her a wink. 

“Okay,” she said, her voice cracking as her cheeks bloomed in a pink hue.

Edward followed Charlie down the stairs and into his den. Turning on the Washington A’s baseball game, Charlie went over to the little refrigerator, grabbed two bottles of water, and walked back to the couch where Edward had sat. Handing him one of the bottles, Charlie sat down in his recliner. They sat there for a few minutes, watching the game. 

“Edward, I have something I want to tell you,” Charlie said.

Edward turned towards Charlie and looked in his concerned brown eyes. “What is it?”

“You are an intelligent young man, and I am sure you are aware that the country has some major problems,” Charlie began, running his fingers absentmindedly across his mustache.  Charles Swan had been a Senator for the last thirteen years and was regaled for his efforts in ensuring a better way of life for the country’s citizens.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I have decided to run for President,” Charlie disclosed.

Edward gasped. That was something that he had not suspected that would come out of Charlie’s mouth. President. Wow! “What can I do to help?”

“I haven’t told Bella yet, and to be honest, this is going to be hard on her. The campaign will be long and demanding for her. I need you to keep an eye on her and,” Charlie began with a smile, placing his hand on Edward’s knee. “And you need to tell her that you love her.”

“What? No, I don’t. She is just a friend. I…” Edward stammered his heart racing. How had Charlie known, hell, he had just figured it out himself. Raking his fingers through his hair, he tried to calm down before he spoke.

“Edward, Renee and I have watched the two of you for years. Even at the very beginning, we could see how close you were together. Over the years, your close friendship grew into this beautiful love that seems to flow between the two of you. We that is Renee and I, are happy that Bella has found someone like you. I can see that you are going to do some great things in the future, and one of those will be to protect my daughter’s heart,” Charlie begged.

“I will, Sir,” Edward confirmed confidently. “When are you announcing your candidacy?”

“Tomorrow. I would like for you and your parents to be there, needing all the support I can get,” Charlie advised.

“I am sure Mom and Dad will be backing you all the way,” Edward said. 

They began watching the game, yelling at the tv when the refs made bad calls. Thirty minutes later, Renee and Bella walked into the room. Edward heard them come in and immediately turned toward them. Bella had changed into a pair of shorts and a pink top that she had tied, showing off her midriff. God, she was beautiful, and he just hoped that she felt the same way for him as he did for her. 

Bella ran over and jumped on Charlie’s lap, causing him to groan. She giggled as she bent down and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Did you miss me, Daddy?”

“Of course I did, Noodle,” he chuckled, knowing how much she hated her nickname. When she was younger, the only food that they could get her to eat was butter noodles. 

“Daddy! Don’t call me that,” Bella growled. “You know that I have grown out of that name. I eat more than just noodles now.”

Charlie wrapped his arms around her and gave her a hug. “You will always be my Noodle,” he sighed deeply. “Bella, Sweetie, I have something I need to tell you.”

Renee walked over and placed her hand on the back of the recliner where they were sitting. She and Charlie had talked at length about this decision to run. Going through both the pros and cons; however, in the end, she knew that Charlie needed to run. 

“What is it?” Bella asked as a line of worry materialized between her eyebrows.

Charlie took his finger and rubbed across the frown line on her brow. “Nothing is wrong. I have decided to run for President.”

A sudden look of pride passed across her face. She had heard the concerns as she had traveled through Europe. During her studies, she had been able to sit in on many meetings of diplomatic heads, as they discussed the rising crisis in America. With the increasing unemployment, banks on the verge of collapsing, and the stock market on a steady decline, it was evident to everyone, except the current administration that the United States was heading toward another depression. Bella knew her father was a problem solver.  During his time as a U.S. Senator, he would work around the clock, trying to bring the country back to its glory. “Daddy, I think you would be great as President, and I will do anything I can to make it happen.”

Charlie slowly shook his head and smiled. “This is going to be hard and as much as I hate to admit it, dangerous. There are a lot of crazy people in the country, and many are loyal to the current administration. I have hired private security and have made an application with the DHS Secretary. The application is now in the Congressional Advisory Committee and waiting for them to approve it. Bella, you must always follow what the security team tells you. Promise me that you won’t do anything crazy, even though I know you will feel the constraints of the limitations you may have to submit to during the campaign?”

“I promise,” Bella agreed. “When are you going to make the announcement?”

“Tomorrow. I have contacted a friend of mine at ABC, and he is coming to the house tomorrow morning,” Charlie explained. 

Bella looked over to where Edward was standing. “Do you want to go for a long walk on my last day of freedom?”

“I think that is a grand idea,” he said with a smile. 

Charlie leaned up and kissed her cheek once again. “Go, have some fun.”

Bella hugged him again. “We won’t be too late.” She got off his lap and held out her hand to Edward, who took it, giving it a little squeeze. Walking hand and hand, they left the house, then headed towards the metro station. 

Edward knew the perfect place to go. It was a favorite of both of theirs, and if this was going to be the last free day without security surrounding her, then this would be the perfect location. They walked down the street, hand in hand, as Bella told him about her adventures in Europe. 

He had not just been sitting around doing nothing this summer, he had taken two college prep classes. When he graduated in three years, he would have enough credits to be a Junior in college instead of a freshman. This would allow him to concentrate on his major in cybersecurity. His dream would be that one day he would work for the Homeland Security Cyber Division. He knew Bella was also going to be able to be a Junior in college as well when she graduates, but she was going to be pre-law, just like her father and grandfather. 

They got on the Metro and after finding two seats together, they sat down. After they were on their way, Bella noticed that they had not stopped holding hands. Looking down at his large hand wrapped around her tiny one, a smile burst across her face. 

“Edward, I need to tell you something,” Bella began, as her heart began to beat wildly in her chest.

Edward looked down into her soulful eyes. “Can it wait until we get to the mall? I, too have something to tell you and I don’t want to do it on a train full of strangers.”

Hearing that he had something to tell her, made her scared. Had he found someone else while she was gone? How was she going to survive if he had? There would be no way she could see another girl with him. 

“Bella, are you okay?” Edward asked as he saw that her face had turned whiter than the wall behind her.

“Yeah. The jet lag must have hit me,” she responded, trying to get the lump from the back of her throat.

Edward could tell that something was off. Then a thought hit him like a brick wall. Had she found someone in Europe? Had he been so stupid not to realize his feelings too late? Then he felt her hand squeeze his when she laid her head on his shoulder. He let out the breath that he had been holding and leaned his head against hers. They sat in silence until they arrived at Foggy Bottom station and began walking down 23rd NW. The blistering August sun broke through the city’s highrises, blades of light striking the sidewalk. Fifteen minutes later, they were buying their gelato from Mario. 

“Isabella and Eduardo, what a pleasure,” Mario exclaimed, then began scooping two cups of salted caramel. 

Edward reached into his pocket and handed Mario a twenty. When Mario tried to hand back the change, Edward waved him off. This was the least he could do for Mario and his wife, who had lost her leg in an accident five years before. The Swans and the Cullens had been taking care of their medical expenses that were not covered by insurance secretly.  

“Thanks,” Mario murmured. They thought he didn’t know about the payments, but he wasn’t born yesterday. At first, his pride was injured, but seeing his love healthy and happy convinced him to keep his mouth shut. “Go enjoy your day.”

“We will, Mario,” Bella chirped happily.

They took their bowls of gelato and sat down on the steps, overlooking the reflecting pool toward the majestic Washington Monument. It was their favorite place to sit. When they had finished, Edward took Bella’s bowl and threw it in the trash can. As he began to walk back up the steps towards Bella, he stopped and admired her beauty. With his heart full of love for her, he took the remaining steps, sitting on one below where she sat. Taking her hand once again into his, he looked up into her eyes.

“Edward, I need to tell you something,” Bella implored. 

“Please let me say what I have to say first,” he pleaded. 

“Alright.”

“I have been a dense idiot,” he began. 

“What do you mean?” Bella asked.

“I have wasted so much time, not telling you that I love you,” he said in a deep voice that seemed to vibrate deep into her heart.

“You love me?” She said, blinking back tears; however, one escaped a trickled down her cheek. 

He reached up and wiped the tear away with his thumb and brought it up to his lips, sucking off the salty wetness. Even though it was breaking his heart, he needed her to know that if she didn’t feel the same way, he would always be her friend. “But Bella, if you found someone while you were gone, I don’t want you to be afraid that I won’t stay your friend.”

Bella reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. “I love you so much Edward, and I have for so long.”

“What?” 

Bella giggled and lowered her forehead onto his. “I Love you.”

After that glorious day on the steps of Lincoln Memorial, Edward and Bella were inseparable. Charlie won the election and moved into the White House. Just as he promised, he worked day and night to put the country back on the right track for all Americans. Edward and Bella graduated with honors, going to George Washington University. Secret Service thought it would be too challenging to keep Bella safe in the dormitories, so a townhome was found just outside the campus for her to live. 

After graduation, Edward was applying for jobs with several government agencies, while Bella attended law school. He was sitting in his apartment one morning when the news about a bombing in Baghdad, killing over eighty-five people in two days was being covered. His heart stopped when he saw a small boy lying in the street dead. He knew that he had to do something. It was on that day that he joined the Marines.

Edward had just finished signing all the documents necessary for his commitment to join the Corp. His innate desire that he needed to fight to protect the girl he loved, his family, and countrymen from the terrorist threats and actions of Osama Bin Laden, was paramount. Arriving at the townhouse on the west side of DC, he was met by the ever-vigilant Secret Service officers, here to protect Bookworm. He was on their list of people who were allowed into the home once he produced his photo ID. It was for her protection, and he was glad they were looking out for the love of his life.

He walked up the steps of her townhome, showing ID to the security and then walking in. 

“Bella,” he called out.

“In here,” she yelled.

Edward walked into the living room to find her on the couch with her laptop. Walking over to her, he bent down and placed a kiss on her lips, then sat down.

Bella put her laptop down. “Did you hear anything from Homeland Security?”

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves, knowing that she was going to be upset by his news. “Bella, Sweetie, I need to talk to you about a decision I have made.  I have decided to join the Marines.”

“WHAT?” 

“I can’t continue to sit by allowing innocent children to be killed in the streets. I cannot continue not to take action as the terrorists continue to make and carry out threats of violence. So I joined the Marines,” Edward confessed.

“Well, unjoin,” Bella huffed.

“Babe, you know it doesn’t work like that. Please understand,” he pleaded.

Tears were running down her face as she looked into his eyes.  It was at that moment that she knew he was serious. “No, you can’t do this to us. You are supposed to be with me. Don’t you love me anymore?”

“You know I do, but I need to do this,” Edward said, reaching out for her hand; however, she moved further back from him.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t do this,” Bella cried. 

“Bella, love,” Edward begged.

“Just go,” Bella murmured with her face in her hands.

Edward left that day, but he tried many times to call or text her, though she never responded. He went through basic training and then was stationed in Baghdad. One night he was lying in his bunk watching mindless shows on his computer when suddenly Bella’s face appeared with a hulk of a man whose arm was wrapped around her waist. 

 “The first daughter was seen out last night with a mystery man. They looked happy together, laughing and dancing. Could this be her Mr. Right?”

Edward’s heart broke into a million pieces. She had moved on. He served four years in the Marines and once out, he came back to D.C. and applied to the Secret Service. After completing the thirty-four-page application, along with a written test, physical endurance test, the drug test, the vision test, the hearing test, the initial interview, the panel interview, the home interview, and the worst experience of his life, the polygraph, which elicited every foible and shame, he passed all the tests.  With a glowing recommendation by Charlie Swan, and his high scores, he was hired. 

He knew which part of the service he was most interested in being assigned and worked tirelessly to be assigned as an Agent who protected the President and first family. For three years, he protected President Volturi even though he hated everything he stood for and did to the country. Edward never let anyone know his feelings because that was something that you just didn’t do as an Agent.  Your loyalty was to the country and the office.  

Then his worst nightmare happened, Senator Isabella M. Swan had declared her candidacy against President Volturi in the next election. Over the years, he had kept up on what she was doing and who she was with. It had surprised him that he had seen very few pictures of her with men and he knew most of them were her security detail. 

After Bella won by a landslide, Edward was called to the Office of the Director of Secret Service, Eva Cope.

“Mr. Cullen, I know you are wondering why you are here today?” Ms. Cope asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

“I have been watching you over the last few years and I believe you are the best Agent to take over when Miss Swan takes office,” she informed.

“SAIC?” Edward questioned.

“Yes.”

Edward couldn’t believe this. He had worked hard and trained hard for this opportunity, though his mind began to doubt himself as to whether he could be that close to her, day in and day out. Even though it had been nearly ten years, his love for her had not faded, nor would it ever. 

“Mr. Cullen, is there a problem. Do you not want this assignment and promotion?” Ms. Cope inquired.

Edward knew that the best place for him to protect Bella was to be her Special Agent In Charge and that was what he was going to do. He would lay his life and his heart on the line for her. “I would be honored to accept the position.”

Madam President ~ Chapter One

Hail to the Chief

The bitter January winds were howling, as the snow began to come down in earnest. Bella looked out the window from the hotel that she had stayed at last night and wondered who had thought it was a good idea to have such a grand affair in the middle of January in the northeast. As she stared out at the pristine white flakes, she was taken back to a time when she had given all of herself to the only man she ever loved, during a snowy winter night.

Damn, she hadn’t thought of him for a while, well, more than she liked to admit. Sometimes she’d glanced at a man in uniform and think for a second that it was him, but it never was. Bella often wondered what he was doing and if he thought of her from time to time. The box of mementos of their time together had been packed in her personal belongings that would be transported to her new residence for at least the next four years. 

“Sweetheart, it is time to go,” Charlie announced as he walked into her room.

She turned to see her father dressed in a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, a ruby red tie, and on his label was an American flag pin. Charlie Swan was the epitome of a proud American citizen, who served his country with dignity and righteousness. During his terms, the United States experienced one of the most tragic events in history, but with a level head and knowledge, he knew how to make those who attacked our country pay dearly. The years of being the strong shoulders of the nation had worn him down, his hair no longer the deep chestnut brown, now it was grayer. Around his eyes, he wore the worry lines for the endless days and nights, as he stood to watch over the country and their citizens. He had been and always will be her hero, wanting to be just like him.

“Thanks, Dad,” Bella answered. “Do you think I look okay?”

Charlie stepped closer to his daughter and smiled. She had always been his bright star and now she was filling his shoes. “You look lovely.”

Bella stepped closer and Charlie wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “Daddy, I’m scared.”

“So was I,” Charlie divulged. 

Bella pulled back and looked up into her father’s eyes. “Really? I don’t ever remember you being afraid.”

“What you are about to do is one of the most important jobs in the world. However, Bella, you are better prepared to sit in that office than I was when I took office. I know the country is hurting and divided, but you can be the uniting force to bring everyone back together. We are one nation and you are our best hope for a brighter future,” Charlie said, holding back his tears. He had always hoped that his little girl would change her mind about going into politics, but she was too much like him and serving the country was where their heart was.

“Thanks, daddy,” Bella said. “I hope I don’t let you down.”

“Just follow your heart and always think about what is best for the country as a whole. The United States was founded by immigrants who wanted to be free from tyranny. Somewhere along the way, many political candidates lost sight of this and instead of remembering that they work for those who elected them, they become like those tyrants that our founding fathers and mothers escaped from,” Charlie explained. 

“I promise to right the wrongs that Aro did to our nation and to the world,” Bella promised.

“I know you will. Now, we need to get our heavy coats and gloves on, because it is freezing out there.”

“Yeah, I was hoping for the nice weather that you had, but I get a snowstorm,” Bella laughed.

“It hasn’t stopped the crowds from coming out,” Charlie said.

“Oh, ” Bella responded looking over her shoulder at the window where she noticed that the snow had not let up. “They should have stayed home, where it was warm.”

Charlie picked up the heavy navy blue wool coat and opened it up for Bella to slip her arms in. ‘With a comment like that, it just solidifies what I have been saying. You put the needs of the country before your own personal gratification.”

Bella placed her arms in the coat that would cover her winter white dress with a simple red belt, tights, and a pair of black pumps. Normally, she wore her long hair in a bun, but today it was curled and laying over her shoulders. The hope was that it would keep her ears and neck warmer. After buttoning up the coat, Bella turned to see that her father was putting on his heavy black coat, accompanied by a red scarf. “Let’s get this show on the road, ” Bella smirked as she tried to steady her nerves. She had been writing her address for weeks, not relying on a speechwriter, wanting the words to be all hers. 

Charlie offered her his arm and as they approached the door, the Secret Service Agent talked in his wrist, which of course is where his comms were located. “Cygnet is on the move.”

Bella smiled at hearing her nickname with the service. When she had first heard it she didn’t understand why they called her that, but her mother explained to her that a baby swan was called a cygnet. When she had been the first daughter, her code name had been Bookworm, because she always had a book in her hand. Charlie had been called Swordsman, for being the man who willed the sword of righteousness and Renee was Twilight, for her love the early morning sunrise. 

Bella followed her protective service down the hall and to the elevator which had been locked down whenever it was not used by the security detail. The agents had been with her after she had won the nomination of the Democratic Party. Once she won the election, the number of agents increased, however, this was the transition detail and once she was sworn in, she would receive her permanent Secret Service detail. The new team would be waiting for her at the White House after the parade, which would give both teams the time to get settled before beginning their duties. 

When they arrived at the lobby, Renee was waiting for them along with her Vice President, Jacob Black and his husband, Nahuel. Nahuel held their little girl, Minnie, who had just turned two. They had adopted her, after her mother left her outside the hospital where Nahuel worked in Washington, State. Minnie had many health problems caused by the fact that she was born to a mother who had been using opioids. When she had been first found, she had a high fever, tremors, and breathing issues. Nahuel Black was a pediatric neurologist at Virginia Mason hospital. He had been the first physician who had treated Minnie, who was only a few days old when she had been abandoned. As the days turned into weeks, he fell in love with the little girl. Jacob came by one day to take Nahuel to lunch and found him in the nursery feeding one of the babies. Jacob stood at the window and watched as his love rocked, feed, and looked lovingly down at the baby wrapped in a pink blanket.  

They had filled out all the forms to adopt, but they knew they might be waiting for a long time to have the privilege. Times had changed and the fact that two men wanted to adopt was not frowned upon as much as it once had been. Both of them had good jobs, Nahuel was a doctor, while Jacob was a State Senator. 

Nahuel looked up to see Jacob standing at the window and motioned for him to come in. Jacob put on a gown and walked over to him. “Who do you have here?” Jacob asked.

“This is a miracle. She was abandoned, and she is going through withdrawals,” Nahuel murmured.

“Abandoned?” Jacob gasped, looking down at the adorable baby in Nahuel’s arms. She was like a little angel who had flown down from heaven, with light brown hair, a cute button nose, and a set of chubby cheeks. “How could anyone not want this angel?”

“I know. She is going to have a lot of medical problems and it will be difficult for social services to find a family who will be willing to take on the responsibility of a sick child or the expense,” Nahuel explained.

Jacob rubbed his finger across her delicate face and she smiled. He knew that it had to be gas, but his heart wanted it to be a true smile. “Darling, why don’t we try to adopt her?” 

“Really? Oh, Jacob, my love, I want so badly to try,” Nahuel cried.

They began the process and several months later, they had custody of the little girl, even though she was still in the hospital. They spent every minute they could at the hospital when they weren’t working. When she was released from the hospital, they had already arranged for a nanny/nurse and Nahuel would take his family medical leave for the next six months. They named her Minuet Daisy Black, but her nickname was Minnie because she loved Minnie Mouse. Jacob had hired a designer to come in and decorate her room in all things Minnie from the bedding to the hand-painted wall design, Minnie rug, and lamp. A custom white glider and an elegant white round crib finished off the nursery set for a little princess. 

“Hi, Jacob, Nahuel, and of course, Minnie,” Bella cooed at the sweet girl who she had fallen in love with, while on the campaign trail.

“Madam President,” Jacob smirked knowing that she hated being called that by her friends and family.

“Grrr, Mr. Vice President,” Bella quipped. 

“Ma’am, the cars are ready to take us to the capitol,” the Special Agent announced.

“Thank you,” Bella said. “Mom, Dad, are you riding with me?”

“Yes,” Renee said, wrapping her arms around her daughter and giving her a hug. “You are going to do great.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Bella straightened her coat, smoothed her hair, and took a deep cleansing breath. “I am ready to go.”

Jacob, Nahuel, and Minnie were surrounded by their Secret Service detail and ushered to their car. Once it started to move away, Bella, Charlie, and Renee were ushered out the door and as soon as Bella emerged from the door, the crowd that had formed outside the hotel began to cheer. 

“President Swan, we love you!!” They yelled over and over again.

Bella stopped, smiled, and waved to the crowd, while her agents scanned the area for any possible threats. She had wanted to stop and shake some hands, but she knew that she needed to get to the Capitol, she couldn’t be late for this event. An umbrella was placed over her head as she stepped from the overhang of the hotel. A few steps later to an open door and she got inside, followed by her mother and father. The motorcade began its slow and steady route to the Capitol, being extra cautious due to the amount of snow that continued to fall. The DPW and the DDOT had been working non-stop to try to keep the snow from piling up, but unless something changes in the next few hours the parade was going to be a nightmare. 

They finally arrived at the Capitol and took their assigned seats on the western front that overlooked the National Mall. Bella glanced out and gasped at the number of people who were crowded in front of the steps and on both sides of the mall to the Lincoln Memorial. Wow!! Taking her seat next to her parents, the ceremony began with “The President’s Own” Marine band playing, followed by the Virginia State Girls and Boys Choir. Bella had wanted to bring as much of her home state to the ceremony as possible. The Mister of Ceremony or in this case Mistress was Senator Cora Greene of Virginia, stood and began her address to the crowd, then introduced the Reverend Phillip Dwyer who gave the invocation to the inaugural attendees. Instead of having famous artists perform at the ceremonies, Bella and Jacob had invited students from their states to perform instead. Bella enjoyed every moment of the performance and made a mental note to help promote music education in schools. 

Next was time for Jacob to take his oath. He wanted his good friend and tribal leader from Washington State to give him his oath of office. Ephraim Uley stood up carrying Jacob Black’s mother’s family bible and walked to the microphone. Jacob came over and stood in front of Ephraim, while Nahuel, holding Minnie stood proudly beside him. 

“Place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me,” Ephraim instructed. “I, Jacob Samuel Black, do solemnly swear.”

“I, Jacob Samuel Black, do solemnly swear,” Jacob repeated.

“That I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic,” Ephraim continued.

“That I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic,” Jacob said.

“That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God,” Ephraim said with a smile. 

“That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God,” Jacob proclaimed with all his heart and soul.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Jacob hugged Nahuel and gave Minnie a kiss who was clapping along. Vice-President Black was given the privilege of hearing the playing of the first four ruffles and flourishes, and then the march Hail, Columbia.

“Thank you, Mr. Clearwater. It gives me great pleasure to introduce your President-elect, Isabella Marie Swan to the podium,” Jacob announced.

Charlie gave Bella’s hand a squeeze as she stood and walked over to where Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg was standing. There had been a lengthy discussion on whether Bella should stand alone, or if Charlie and Renee should stand beside her. They had gone back and forward, but they finally determined that Bella had run as a single woman and she should stand alone as she took the oath. 

“Repeat after me,” Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg instructed. “I, Isabella Marie Swan, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

Bella laid her hand on the bible that her father had used when he took his oath, both times. Holding her head high, swallowing the excessive saliva in her mouth, and prayed that no one would see her shaking. “I, Isabella Marie Swan, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

After giving her oath, she was given a twenty-one gun salute, then the first playing of the four ruffles and flourishes, and finally Hail to the Chief by the members of the Armed Forces. 

Bella was so overcome by hearing the music, only played for the President being played for her. After the last note trailed off, the crowd cheered loudly as Bella faced them. 

“Vice-President Black, Mrs. Speaker, Mrs. Supreme Court Justice, President Swan, fellow citizens. I am here today not only as the first female President but also as the only one who is single.” Bella began. Over the next twenty minutes, her speech was one of unity and embracing our heritage as immigrants to this land. She also called all elected officials to remember that we work for those who voted for us and must be held accountable for any misdeeds. 

After the inauguration, there was a luncheon that was held in the National Statuary Hall in the Capitol. Bella pushed around her food on the plate, not having an appetite. 

“You need to eat something,” Renee urged.

“I can’t Mom. I am afraid it will come back up.”

“Well, let at least stay hydrated,” Renee said as she patted Bella’s hand.

“Alright, Mom,” Bella drew out. 

Renee couldn’t help but chuckle. It was then she saw old friends coming towards the table. Standing up and walking to meet them and pulling one then the other into tight hugs. “Carlisle, Esme, I am so glad you were able to make it.”

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Esme gushed.

“Come, I am sure Bella will be excited to see you,” Renee requested.

They walked to the table, with the Secret Service Agent eyeing the couple as a potential threat. After conversing with a fellow agent who informed them that they were cleared.

Bella had been playing peek-a-boo with Minnie and didn’t see Carlisle and Esme walk up. Renee placed her hand on Bella’s shoulder which caused her to turn and as soon as she did, she saw the parents of her long lost love.

“Madam President,” Carlisle congratulated. 

“Doctor Cullen, no Cullens,” Bella laughed.

“Bella dear, your speech was so inspiring,” Dr. Esme Cullen gushed.

“Thank you, I hoped I was able to convey that feeling,” Bella divulged. “Where are you working now?”

“We are at the CDC. Carlisle is the director of CDC, while I continue my research against the Ebola virus,” Esme informed. 

“Wow. When I get settled in the office, I would love to have a report on how it is going,” Bella requested.

“I would be honored,” Esme said. “We still have our home in Alexandria and visit often.”

Bella wanted to ask about Edward, but she didn’t know if her heart could take it if he had gotten married. However, she was saved by a Secret Service Agent who informed her it was time to leave for the parade. 

Bella, her parents were in one bulletproof limousine, while Jacob and his family followed in theirs. The parade consisted of marching bands and groups throughout the United States. The snow had slowed and the street crews were able to clear the parade route along Pennsylvania Avenue NW from the Capitol to the White House. Bella got out several times and walked the route, along with Jacob, Nahuel, and Minnie. Each time they did the crowds cheered loudly. They finally made it to the White House and Bella got out of the car and walked up to the door where two uniformed Marines stood. As soon as she neared, they saluted her and she saluted back. Once inside, her coat, gloves, and scarf were taken by the White House staff. 

“Madam President, if you would please go to the Oval Office where your SAIC is waiting,” the agent urged.

“Thank you and thank everyone on the team for your exemplary job,” Bella acknowledged.

Unlike most Presidents who had just taken office, Bella knew her way around the White House like the back of her hand. Eight years as the first daughter prepared her for at least this. Walking down the corridor in the West Wing past the cabinet room and the receptionist, where they stood and all said. “Madam President.” She had been busy after the election to make sure that every position in the White House staff had been filled. 

Bella smiled and nodded to them, placing her hand on the doorknob of the Oval Office and walked in. It had not changed much since her father’s time. She, of course, would make a few changes, but she had several crises that needed to be taken care of first. She walked over to the desk, turned, and when she did her heart stopped. Standing in the middle of the Oval Office was Edward Cullen, dressed in a dark suit, white shirt, dark tie, and most notably a gun. It took her a moment before it hit her, he was her SAIC. Holy Hell!!!

AN: There is the first chapter of Madam President. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I had writing it. Please leave your thoughts in the form of an review and come over to my facebook group and enjoy the fun. https://www.facebook.com/groups/heartfortwilight/

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