Sam laughed. “Yes, Nick, I think she’d be interested in doing an in-depth interview with the president and first lady, and I’d love to meet her. We used to watch her show every day when I was in college. I was addicted. Run it by your people, and let’s make it happen. The sooner, the better.”
He rolled onto his side and put his arm around her. “Look at my first lady go.”
“Watch out for her. She’s a tiger with a rusty steak knife when people say mean things about her husband or do horrible things to others because they don’t know the first thing about their commander in chief.”
Laughter shook his body. “Easy, tiger. No stabbing allowed.”
“I’m allowed to think about it, though, right?”
“Of course.”
She placed her hand on his face. “I know this is awful and horrible and tragic and every other terrible thing. But it’s not your fault, Nick.”
“I know.”
“Do you? Do you really?”
“I’m working on it. It’s hard to stomach that it was tied to me, even indirectly.”
“Try to think of it this way. It was tied to the office you hold. Not you. It was tied to the Constitution and how it addresses transfer of power. Not you. It was tied to the treasonous actions of senior military officers who should’ve known better and done better. Not you.”
As he listened to her, he felt the unbearable tension start to ease a bit. “You’re right.”
“Duh, I know I’m right.”
“Now you sound like Scotty.”
“Scotty sounds like me.”
“Heaven help us.”
“Everything I said is the truth. What happened at Fort Liberty, as tragic and horrifying as it is, is not your fault.”
“As commander in chief, I feel responsible for those service members.”
“It’s okay to feel responsible for them—as you should. It’s not okay to blame yourself for what happened to them.”
“Thank you for the reminder.”
“Any time you need to hear it. Now come here and let me hold you so you can try to sleep.”
He rested his head on her chest, and she ran her fingers through his hair as her hand made soothing circles on his back. “Your TLC is having the opposite effect from what you intended.”
“Tell him to stand down. It’s sleep time.”
“He only knows how to standup. He doesn’t do stand down.”
“Close your eyes, and let it all go so you can rest.”
“Two of my three eyes are closed.”
Sam’s body rocked with laughter. “That’s so gross.”
“Nothing gross about it, my love. In fact, you often say, ‘Oh, oh, oh,’ when he shows up.”
She smacked his shoulder.
“I speak only the truth,” he said as he pressed his hard cock against her leg.