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UP FOR RE-ELECTION

Almost a year and a half before voters will cast their ballots, on Tuesday night, President Sebastian Kenton announced that he is again seeking office right after he got on his knees and proposed to me.

Now, you might ask why I am putting out an article for the benefit of my fiancé. Well, that is easy. The reason is that I am biased, as I believe most of you, the readers, are.

President Kenton is not a perfect man, just like all the forty-something presidents that have taken that office before him. Yet he has worked tirelessly to make this country better and repair the damages left behind by previous administrations, while being a single father at the same time.

The man has not only captured my heart but this country’s heart, as well, with his charisma, strong leadership, and determination to move the United States into a better future.

You might also be wondering why you should believe a word I say, right?

Then let me remind you why President Kenton is the better choice and why he deserves to lead the country for another four years. Here are 10 reasons why you should give him your vote.

10 REASONS TO

VOTE FOR KENTON

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Epilogue One

THE BIRTH

“My children are the very best of me.” — B

“I’m full. God, I can’t breathe.” I don’t know what prompted me to get into this dress, but now, I am deeply regretting it. At this point in the pregnancy, I am so big that nothing fits me anymore. Nothing cute, at least, and there was no way I was going to celebrate Valentine’s Day and the little tyrant’s father’s birthday at one of the most luxurious restaurants in Washington looking like the ugly green ogre in a dress. No way. But now with oxygen failing to reach my lungs, I know I chose wrong.

Sebastian, the big bastard, laughs at me before he shoves his hand inside his suit’s pocket, takes out his phone, and types a quick message. “It’s best if we go home. You’ll be more comfortable.”

“This is your night, Sebastian. I wanted it to be special.” I ground out, annoyed.

“Whether it is at home or here, it is special, darling. You’re here with me.” He takes my hand and plays with the diamond on my ring.

Rolling my eyes, I try to hide the way his words make me blush. “You ever get tired of being so damn charming, Sebastian?”

He shakes his head no and smiles. Thud. Thud. Thud. My heart, his bitch, beats wildly in my chest. “Hey, baby,” he says, leaning over the table and capturing my face in his hands. Then his perfect lips are on mine, showing me how much he loves me.

Only when we were both breathless and panting does he pull away with another smile.

I blink at him, unable to get my bearings for a few long seconds.

“Hey,” I breathe out. His blue-gray eyes tell me he wants to bend me over the restaurant’s table and do very, very bad things to me.

“You’re looking at me like I’m your dessert.” I point out.

He winks, “It is my birthday….”

Smiling, I kiss his lips once more. “It is… you’re quite old, Mr. President.” I tease.

Chuckling, he says, “You didn’t seem to think so an hour ago when you were choking on my big—”

“Uhhhhh…” Oh, no. Pulling away, I look down at the floor under the table and then look back at Sebastian. “Rain check?” I smile sheepishly.

My water just broke.

* * *

Six hours later, our child was pulled from my body and then gently placed on my chest. Baby Kenton was born a minute before midnight and came into this world screaming up a storm after splitting my vagina in half, as predicted.

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