Page 68 of Desire

“Ahhh,” theboneheads say together.

“Now we’re tracking,” Chris says.

We snuggle. Just when I think they’re almost asleep, Kev speaks. “I think I’m going to tell Elliot no to chief,” he says. “I’ll consult for the election, but…no.” He sighs. “I want this.”

I pull their hands onto my stomach, where they can lace fingers with me and each other. “Sounds good to me, Sir.”

“Me, too,” Chris says.

In retrospect,part of me wishes I hadn’t run for POTUS. We would have had our freedom, safety, maybe Charles and Tory and Lauren would be alive.

But I can’t live like that, what-iffing myself.

For now, my men and I are alive, happy, and we have three kids to raise.

And a tortoise.

Oh, and my husband’s an idiot. Everyone knows it’s “PEE-can.”

Just don’t tell him I said that.

The End