Epilogue - Roman

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One Year Later

I looked out the window of the Oval Office at the light snow falling from the sky, coating the ground and setting the scene for what I hoped would be an enchanting day. I was minutes away from making Abby my wife and I decided to have a moment alone to reflect on the last several months.

It's not something I thought much about before, but it's crazy how quickly and how much your life can change in such a short period of time. Almost a year ago, Abigail became president and wound up hospitalized after she became a victim of a domestic terrorist attack the same day. It took her a long time to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally, but she never let it discourage her from helping her public. I did what I could to be there for her and help her with the initiatives and policy she was determined to enact through the Congress and Senate. Violence was on a decline, and we were making strides at progress and healing from a tumultuous prior administration, a national tragedy of our own here in D.C., and bridging the gaps to tend to wounds and offer olive branches of peace with our allies to build a better world. It's nothing we'd recover from overnight or even within a first term. We had a lot to do together and had wonderful visions for our country, and we both had high hopes for the future.

On the cusp of September, we welcomed the most beautiful little baby girl, Kennedy Jane Harrison, into the world. Next to Abby, she was the absolute love of my life. My darling girl amazed me to know end with what she was capable of in labor and delivery, and when our sweet angel slipped from her mother's body to join our family, I could've sworn my heart would burst from exquisite euphoria. I couldn't seem to get enough of Kennedy, my baby, my angel on earth. From the moment the nurse wrapped her up like a burrito and placed her tiny body in my arms, I knew I had a brand new purpose in this life. She had Abby's rich, auburn hair and my blue eyes, only brighter and bigger. Fatherhood was not something I envisioned for myself, but now that it was the center of my life, this stunning little girl had her papa wrapped around her finger and I feared closing my eyes and losing time with her, and I didn't seem to be the only one. After some private family time, we released Kennedy's photo publicly on our presidential social media accounts, and she won the hearts of Americans and people around the world alike. She was America's darling, the First Daughter.

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Now, the holiday season was upon us, and we were about to exchange vows in a small, private wedding in the Rose Garden of the White House grounds, snow or no snow. The grounds were decorated for the holidays, and I was going to give Abby a magical ceremony among candles, strings of lights, lanterns, and our family and friends followed by a dinner reception and dancing in the State Dining and East Rooms. We were about to celebrate our first Christmas in the White House, and the first with Kennedy in our lives, and I wanted to celebrate as Harrisons by making Abby mine.

"Hey, man. It's time." Simon came into the room and patted my back. I turned and smiled at him, "You ready for this?" he asked as we made our way out of the room.

"I've never been more ready for anything in my life."

Shortly after lining up under the colonnade which were decorated in white lights and beautiful green garlands, Abby stood at the top of the garden with her arm tucked into Henry's as she started coming towards me. She looked like a queen as she walked through the snow and I felt the tears spring to my eyes at how fortunate I was that she was mine. Her dress was a crisp white with long sleeves, a deep cut in the front, and a full skirt of delicate embroidered flowers. My view of her was obstructed due to her veil, but I could see the crimson of her lips beneath the lace and felt my heart soar.

It took every ounce of self control not to kiss her on the spot once she was at my side, so I settled for holding her hands as we exchanged wedding bands and recited our vows to one another, savoring each and every sacred word as they left our lips.

To have and to hold,

from this day forward,

for better,

for worse,

for richer,

for poorer,

In sickness and in health,

To love and to cherish,

Till death do us part,

According to God's holy ordinance;

And thereto I pledge myself to you.

"Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. Roman, you may kiss your bride"

With those words, I pulled Abby into a tight embrace and sealed our promises with a searing kiss that took our breaths away.

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Abby and I shared a memorable night with our friends and family. Our staff went above and beyond in adorning the White House in an elegant blend of Christmas and wedding decor that gave our guests a whimsical experience. We spent hours visiting with our loved ones, dancing the night away, and enjoying time as a family with our Kennedy.

When we were finally alone late in the night, I found Abby nestled under the covers in our bed dressed in a creamy satin nightgown, one side of it lowered off her body and Kennedy resting peacefully in her mother's arms, latched to her breast and feeding. Wordlessly, I slipped in beside them and draped my arm over my wife's shoulder. I rested my palm on my daughter's head and savored the feel of the soft hair adorning her tiny head. Abby sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, gazing up at me with tired but content eyes.

"Kiss me, husband." She commanded gently and I tucked a finger under her chin and lifted her lips to mine. I was so consumed with this woman and the incredible gift she gave me. My entire universe resided in this bed and I was going to protect it in the best way I knew how.

"Don't forget, we had a deal, Abs." I suggested when our lips eventually parted. I stroked her cheek reverently and loved the feel of her soft skin.

"I know we did. You're sure you want to do this?" She replied and I nodded once.

"I listened to you once when you insisted I remain your personal security and look what happened. Now that I have you and Kennedy to worry about, I'm not taking that chance. I can't remain objective when it comes to my family anymore. We were lucky last time, but we can't be careless and assume it'll be that way forever.

"I know, and I understand, but I hope you know that I still trust you. Last time was my fault, not yours." I put a hand up to stop her.

"I'll agree to disagree on that and just say that we both made bad decisions, but I won't let us do that in the future. We have to stick around for a long time for our girl." Together, we looked down at Kennedy who was now sleeping soundly with Abby's nipple resting at her parted, milky lips.

"Thank you for her, Abs. She's the greatest gift I've ever received." I spoke into her hair and kissed her temple as I lifted the strap of her gown to cover her. We sat in silence for a moment just listening to the sweet sound of our child breathing before Abby spoke without taking her eyes from Kennedy.

"So, are you ready for what's next?"

"I'm ready for anything, and I'm certainly not afraid of a challenge, so do your worst, Mrs. Harrison" I replied simply. Abby smiled and we settled into silence once more.

My name is Roman Harrison, and I'm the First Gentleman of the United States.

The End

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