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Twirling the red tie between his calloused fingers, he stares at his gorgeous wife. But he’s dissatisfied, he should be happy with her, ecstatic even, but he’d much rather be with Joe. She looks so effortlessly pretty, but he’s not pleased, and Melania knows this.
All she longs for is his love. She’s tried everything to make him notice her, going along with everything he says. Even though she might not agree, all she wants is for him to notice her.
She glanced over at him, her azure eyes glistening in the light, leaning against the desk. They are officially back in the White House. They should’ve celebrated together, Melania wants to say this, but she doesn’t. She stays quiet and waits for her turn to speak.
“I won.” Donald grins as if it’s a shocking prospect to him, honestly the only person in shock is Melania. She wished Kamala would’ve won, she always thought America had become more progressive than this.
She places a finger to her lips, tapping softly for a few seconds before smiling. “Yes, we did.” She states softly, reminding Donald of her position as First Lady. He had appointed her in 2017, before he had an affair with Joe. Or at least before she knew about it.
Trump had always been the type of individual to work alone. He loved the feeling of taking control. He insisted upon that, Melania knew it, and she was sure Biden knew it too. Especially if the things she heard were true.
Trump glances out the window, noticing the soft white snowflakes falling just outside of the window. He turns away from Melania and grabs his coat, throwing it around his shoulders.
“Where are you going?” Melania asked, alarmed by Trump’s sudden movements. She had his attention on her for just a minute, and she had lost it. Just like that.
She takes a step closer to him before he continues out the office, ignoring her calls, simply replying with a, “I have somewhere to be.” He seems to be in a rush, and though Melania knows exactly where he’s going, it still hurts just as much.
Her eyes glisten in the warm lighting, and she shivers. She needs fresh air too, and she doesn’t mind a little bit of snow. She pulls a soft pink coat over her shoulders, tying a soft scarf around her neck with matching mittens. She places a pair of earmuffs over her ears and smiles. She’s warm.
She steps out of the office she was just in and quietly shuts the door, heading down the hallway of the White House. She sighs softly, pushing through the front doors of the White House, taking a step into the biting cold air.
The harsh cool wind nips at her cheeks, turning them blush pink. Her azure eyes brushing over the surrounding area, that’s when she sees them.
Donald and Joe, they’re together. With the beautiful sunset behind them, and suddenly she knows that’s why he left her in that office. He’s always been the main priority in their marriage, and Melania hates it. It overwhelms her, she feels so overlooked when she’s with him. He’s always thinking of someone else.
“Meli!” She hears that oh-so-familiar voice call from behind her, the one that pairs so incredibly well with that perfect, intoxicating laugh. Melania turns around, sniffling and shivering slightly. She should be surprised to see her, but she’s not. Kamala has always been there for her, ever since they met each other. They were attracted like magnets.
Melania wipes away tears from her face as Kamala gets closer, and she tries to hide the truth. She takes in soft hiccupy breaths and she has that sad look in her eyes. Kamala knows that look well.
Kamala hates Trump almost as much as Melania hates Biden.
“Mel.” Kamala says firmly, glancing past her for a brief second to look at the scene of Donald and Joe. She rubs Melania's shoulder softly and sighs gently. ”Come on, I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”
Melania nods softly, smiling as she follows Kamala back into the White House. She could really use some of her amazing hot chocolate right now. She always made it when she was upset.
Kamala leads her to her office, with the cozy couch and the mini kitchen area. Trump never cared about any of that stuff, it all had to be done right. Only his way. Melania smiles softly, removing her winter gear and hanging it up. She takes a seat on her sofa and leans against the fuzzy pillows.
She watches as Kamala opens the mini fridge, just like a one from a hotel, grabbing the small milk carton from the door. She opens the spout, pouring the milk into two mugs, and places them into the microwave. Beeps rang out from the microwave as she pressed the buttons, almost as if it was a ritual. She had really been up here a lot recently.
“I’m sorry that you lost.” Melania spoke up softly, practically apologizing for her own husband winning the election. She knows she would’ve much rather had Kamala be her president.
She’s surprised when she says this, the microwave still softly humming behind them as they speak. Kamala smiles, she loved how kind Melania was. “Congratulations.”
Melania shakes her head, pressing her elbow against the armrests as she looks at Kamala. She’s disappointed with the results too. “No. It’s not right.”
Kamala smiles again, opening her mouth to speak before the microwave interrupts her. She turns around to grab the mugs and places the blue one in Melania’s hands. She knows it’s her favorite color. “The past is the past.”
“Not when I know it should be you.” She says angrily, looking at Kamala with her sad blue eyes, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “I’m always thinking of you, Kam.”
“Then why shouldn't it be me?” Kamala inquires, taking a sip from her own mug. They’re both painfully aware of this tension. Melania had always been reluctant to take things further with her, so why should she do it now?
“I don’t know how to feel. Sometimes things seem perfectly fine with Donald but then he’s off with Joe. But with you, you're in the moment with me.” Melania smiles softly, taking another sip from her mug.
Kamala nods, placing her mug down and taking a spot next to her. “You're not him, you're nothing like him.” Kamala says, pressing a kiss to her forehead, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
“I know. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Melania says gently, leaning into her touch as sniffles, trying to avoid tears from slipping out.
“You don’t have to apologize for not knowing, it’s okay.” She nods gently, holding her hand and running her thumb against it. She plants a kiss on her cheek, watching her azure eyes as they stare right back into her deep brown ones.
“Sometimes I feel like I like guys and girls, and then, other times, it’s just girls. I don’t know how to feel.” Melania admits, kissing her back, on her own cheek. She craves these soft moments with her partners.
“I still love you.” Kamala reminds her, embracing her tightly in her arms. She was still in her royal blue pantsuit, she had picked it out with Melania in mind.
“I don’t understand why he loves someone else.” Melania says softly, closing her eyes as she tries to drift off into sleep. She’s exhausted from the whole ordeal with Joe and Donald, and she just feels so safe in Kamala’s arms.