ident, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. It was as if time h

was used to. Everything felt surreal as if she was in a dream. But she knew this was real. This

man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for wo

ped, and it was just her and the president in the world. She looked into his eyes, and she saw a reflectio

all. She had made up her mind to marry him and have t

th all of her heart, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her as she spoke t

seen before. It was as if he knew her, understood her, and accepted her just as she was. It felt

hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sick

, matching the look in his eyes. There was a look of determination and assurance on his

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ous, but it felt empty and cold without the president by her side. She had never expected t

l over the media world, and her glamorous wedding with the president was topping every other new

e was trying to calm her nervous self down,

ns..." He enounced, strutting toward her with a look she could barely pinpoint

her head, unsure of

to interfere with my children's lives." He uttered

e president to be supportive and understanding, but instead,

but I hope you understand that they need time to grieve and heal. You are not their mother,

se. She didn't want to upset the president, but she also di

g. "Why would you marry someone you barely

ll be consequences." He said, his voice low and threatening. "You may be the first lady, but

The baby began to cry, interrupting the awkward air betw

by." His words were more like an order to a request. "It's part of your responsibilit

. The baby couldn't possibly be hers. But then again, the president had shown her the baby, and he had claimed that it w