“Which will be a premature death if you keep jacking your jaws,” Molly tells him off without sparing him a glance, and I can’t help my laugh. Tyler signals to all of us that he’ll be back and gives me a wink before he shuts the door.
“I’ve got a helicopter ride, a little air tour of D.C. set up for us girls, while the boys talk business.”
I hesitate because I don’t want to be outside of the room when it happens, but this isn’t a club meeting, this is the United States government, and I just have to try and trust that my boys will keep me in the loop.
“That sounds incredible,” I say honestly.
“Don’t steal her away just yet,” Preston speaks up before taking a seat on the couch.
“You up for a mimosa?” Molly asks, lifting two flutes from a ready tray. “I know Preston woke you up early, but I’ve got a boring as hell day ahead, and I could use a little numbing.”
“Sure,” I say, glancing over to Tobias, who stares back at me like I’m the most important person in the room. I can see the clear ‘I love you’ in his eyes and have to dart mine away when our connection gets to be too much for the situation.
“Wow, that’s refreshing to see, isn’t it, Pres?” Molly asks, a hint of her Boston accent sneaking through as I take the offered drink.
“Sure is, take notes,” he snarks, gripping her wrist just as she lifts the flute to her lips. “Only one for you.” He instructs before looking between Tobias and me. “We’re doing IVF. That’s why she’s lost her damned mind lately. I’m pretty sure she’s about to start challenging our guys to arm wrestling.”
They’ve been open about their journey to start a family in the media, but to see them talking about it so openly has me a little awestruck. It’s painfully apparent they want to become parents so badly to resemble the true definition of a First Family, and I hope with all my heart it becomes a reality.
“If I’ve lost my mind,” she quips, “it’s because I married a man capable of running a country but has zero hang time.”
“Gives, baby, let’s be careful with the verbiage, gives you zero hang time, lately,” he corrects pointedly. “Let’s not poke holes in my manhood today, tiger. And rest assured, I’m going to put a baby in you tonight.” Preston fires back, his voice heating. “And five more after, so you have six replicas of me to deal with on the daily.”
They share a hopeful look, and I can see some of the heartbreak in Molly’s eyes when she turns to me.
“It’s our fourth try. But it’s going to happen this time,” she whispers, “I can feel it.” She snatches another mimosa off the tray and dares Preston to object. He squeezes her knee in encouragement as he kicks back and crosses his leg over his other. I can’t help but take in how beautiful he is in person. The camera truly doesn’t do him enough justice.
“I can’t believe you two went to school together.”
“Good times,” Preston says. “I bet he never told you about the night he saved my life.”
“That’s a stretch,” Tobias says.
“The hell it is,” Preston retorts.
“I guess I owe you, Tobias,” Molly shrugs. “Or do I?”
“Keep it up, woman,” Preston smiles at his wife, his eyes thirsty as he rolls them over her, giving Tobias and I more of a peek inside their private life. Tobias grips my hand in his, and Preston clears his throat when Tyler walks in.
“Ready to do this?” Preston asks, standing.
“To hell with that, you’re going to eat your breakfast first, then business.”
“Molly—”