“Romeo!” Cate breathed out the boy’s name in a startled
squeak, her cheeks flaming guiltily.
Instinctively she tugged the covers up over her chest. Beneath the blankets she heard a muffled
curse as her thighs clenched shut.
“What… Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel good.
I want Daddy.”
Romeo’s pitiful whine made Cate’s heart clench
sympathetically. “He’s… uh… he’s here,
Romey. Just a… minute.” She didn’t know what else to say as she felt
the large lump under the covers shift. Cate
struggled to hold on to her edge of the sheets as Jon crawled to the edge of
the bed, attempting to covertly escape from his concealment.
A quiet sob drifted across the room. “Daaaaah-deeee…”
“Oh, Honey, don’t cry!”
Cate sat up worriedly, half-turning on the bed. She patted the mattress where Jon had
reclined minutes ago. “Come here. He’ll be right here, I promise.”
With a snuffly moan the boy shuffled across the carpet
toward the bed. “I don’ feel good,
Cate,” he repeated listlessly.
“Romey, I’m here.
Buddy, what’s wrong?” Jon lithely
stood, rising from the floor on the opposite side of the bed from his youngest
son. His voice was soft and comforting,
but concerned.
“My tummy. It really hurts, Dad.” Romeo stopped at the side of the bed, staring
miserably at the mattress.
“Hurts how? Does
it just feel all queasy and icky, like it’s full? Or does it feel like somebody’s punching you,
a sharp pain?” Jon moved around the foot
of the bed toward Romeo.
“Like it’s all icky and full.” Romeo sobbed again quietly. “It huuuuuurrrts….”
“Okay, okay. Lemme
see, Buddy…” Jon sat on the edge of the bed and reached for Romeo’s
middle. He gently tugged up the boy’s
pajama shirt. Carefully, Jon slid his
palm over his son’s distended belly.
“Feels like you’re pretty full,” he agreed, his voice
calm and soothing. “But it doesn’t hurt
where I touch, does it?”
“Nuh-uh.” Romeo
shook his head morosely.
“Does he have a fever?”
Cate’s worried question interrupted Jon’s evaluation.
Jon reached up to brush aside Romeo’s damp bangs. “He’s a little warm, but not bad. Clammy though.” He turned his attention back to his son. “Buddy, did you go to the bathroom before you
went to bed?”
“Uh huh.”
Jon glanced sideways at Cate. “And did you brush your teeth after you ate
all those chocolate mints I know you and your brother smuggled out of the
restaurant?” His voice held a tiny
smirk.
“Uh huh.” Romeo
didn’t even realize his admission, in his state of exhausted discomfort. “Daaaaadddd….”
“I think what we have here is a classic bellyache.” Jon smiled sympathetically at his littlest
boy. “Too much excitement and too much
junk food.”
“Daddy, it hurts….”
“I know, Buddy.
Listen, why don’t you climb up in my bed and I’ll go get you some
medicine, okay? Cate will take care of
you until I get back.”
“Daddy, no! Don’t go!”
Romeo sobbed at Jon’s intention.
“Stay here!”
“Romey, it’s okay,” Cate’s eyes misted at her stepson’s
pitiful wail. “Come up here beside
me. I’ll stay with you.”
“I want Mama!”
Romeo began to cry harder, lost to his self-pity.
“Romeo.” Jon slid
off the edge of the bed, dropping to a knee next to his son. He enfolded the boy gently in his arms,
careful not to squeeze his obviously uncomfortable belly. He swallowed hard as he felt hot tears
trickle against his chest.
“I’m just going to the hotel lobby, to get you some tummy
medicine, okay? I’ll be right back, I
promise. Just five minutes.”
“No.” Romeo shook his head against his father’s
chest, smearing tears and snot into Jon’s chest hair.
“Well, then… your tummy’s just gonna keep hurting. Do you want it to hurt all night long?” Jon’s tone was firmer, but still sympathetic.
“No.”
“Then I have to get you some medicine. It’s not gonna stop hurting by itself.” Jon pulled back a bit, craning his neck to
look down at Romeo’s tear-stained face.
“And how about I bring you a soda, too? You can have a little after you take your
medicine. The bubbles will help your
tummy.”
Romeo sniffled loudly, then looked hopefully up at his father’s
concerned face. “I want a Sprite.” His voice was small.
“Then you have to stay here with Cate while I go get
it.” Jon tipped his head toward Romeo’s
stepmother as he spoke to the boy. “You
can lay here in my bed. She’ll rub your
tummy if you want her to. Like Mama
does?”
Romeo considered his father’s proposal for a moment
before nodding sadly. “Okay,” he agreed
in a tiny voice. “But just ‘til you get
me a Sprite.”
Jon looked up at Cate, his little smirk half-visible in
the backlit glow of the television.
“Deal. Stepmama will take good
care of you ‘til I get back in a few minutes.”
He gently released his embrace, then stood. “Climb up in bed, now.”
Listlessly, Romeo did as he was told, letting out a little
whimper of discomfort with his movement.
Cate quickly pulled two pillows from her stack and laid them out to
cradle the boy’s head.
As Jon helped Romeo settle Cate reached beneath the
covers to hitch up her pajama bottoms.
She shuddered slightly at the possibility that Romeo might later
question what he had seen when he entered their bedroom. He didn’t need to also discover she was
bare-assed in bed.
Perched again on the edge of the mattress, Jon leaned
down to press a kiss against Romeo’s clammy forehead. “Okay, Buddy.
One Sprite and one tummy pill coming up.” He glanced up at Cate. “They should have Tums in the lobby shop,
right?”
“I’m sure they do.
Or there’s a Wawa across the street. I’m positive they’d have them.”
Jon reached for the floor, picking up his discarded
t-shirt. He quickly turned it right-side
out and pulled it over his head.
Standing up from the bed, he shook out and stepped into his jeans.
“You gonna be okay with him?” Jon nodded at Romeo as he fastened his fly.
Cate looked sympathetically down at her miserable
stepson. “Yeah, we’ll be fine. Just hurry, okay?” She reached up to smooth Romeo’s unruly bangs
away from his damp forehead. He squealed
disagreeably with her action, but lay still.
“Okay. I’ll be
right back, Romeo.” Jon picked up his
wallet from the dresser and slid it into his back pocket, then disappeared
through the bedroom door. A few seconds
later Cate heard the suite’s exterior door open and shut. Romeo also heard the sound and sobbed
quietly.
“Romey, you want me to rub your tummy?” Cate asked
gently. “It might help.”
“I want Daddy.”
“He’ll be right back.
But until he brings your medicine and your Sprite, why don’t you let me
rub your tummy? It might make you feel
better.” Cate gave the boy an
encouraging smile.
“Okay,” Romeo replied unenthusiastically. His tear-streaked cheeks shone in the dim
electric glow of the television as he stared miserably at the screen.
Cate shifted beside the boy, turning on her hip and
draping her arm across the top of his pillow.
With her other hand she gently tugged up his pajama top, baring his
tummy. She winced in silent sympathy at
the sight of Romeo’s distended little belly.
It was obvious he was in need of relief.
“It’s gonna be okay, Romey,” Cate whispered soothingly as
she gently laid her palm against his stomach.
“The medicine Daddy’s bringing you will make it better.” She began to lightly rub her palm in a slow
circle over Romeo’s taut skin. “Do you
want me to turn off the TV?”
“No. I like
Guy.” Romeo’s small voice was a little
calmer.
“Okay.” Cate
smiled and shifted a little more, finding a more comfortable lean. Together she and the boy sat silent, watching
the figures on the screen. Cate’s hand
continued to circle lightly over Romeo’s belly, soothing his discomfort with
her rhythmic caress.
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed by the time the second
commercial break aired. His attention
distracted from the television show, Romeo whimpered crankily. He let out another pitiful squeak as he tried
to sit up, brushing away Cate’s touch from his middle and replacing her hand
with his own.
“Where’s Daddy? It
huuuuuuurts….”
Cate shot a worried glance toward the bedroom door,
wondering the same thing. “I’m sure he’s
on his way back, Romey. He probably had
to go across the street to get your medicine.”
“Caaaate….” Romeo’s whine was interrupted by his loud
burp. The discomfort that followed his
emission made the boy yelp, then begin to cry.
“Owwww!”
“Romeo…” Cate’s
own anxiety was reflected in her voice.
“Oh, Honey… just try to calm
down…”
At exactly that moment Cate heard the welcome metallic
rattle of the suite’s doorknob turning.
“Oh thank God,” she muttered
gratefully, sitting up in the bed beside Romeo.
She turned toward the distressed little boy at her side, her hand
settling on his warm back. “Romey,
Daddy’s back…”
Romeo’s choked sobs took on a different tone, turning to
a guttural gurgle. “Cate…” He barely choked out
her name in a throaty retch as the boy turned his face toward his
stepmother.
“Hey Buddy! I got
your medicine and your soda…” Jon opened
the bedroom door just in time to witness the vomit spew from his youngest son’s
gaping mouth… right onto his startled wife’s lap. He froze, shocked at the scene.
Cate gasped as she saw the contents of Romeo’s upset
stomach pool on the comforter that thankfully covered her lap. She first comprehended the weight of the wet
mess on her legs, then the warmth, then the creeping dampness against her skin.
Then the smell hit her.
Choking back her gag reflex, Cate looked away from the
carnage to her stepson’s miserable profile.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he gagged loudly, his head bowed and
saliva dribbling from his open mouth.
Automatically her hand moved to rub between his shoulder blades, trying
to calm him and to prevent a second wave.
“Romey, Honey… it’s okay.
You’ll feel better now that you got all that yucky stuff out of your
tummy.” Cate’s ingrained crisis
management demeanor took over, keeping her voice even and her expression veiled
while inside she struggled to keep her own queasy stomach in check.
Jon’s eyes widened at Cate’s reaction, then he stumbled
into action. Rushing into the bathroom,
he yanked a clean hand towel from the bar and dashed back to the messy
scene. Jon silently handed the towel to
Cate as he sat on the edge of the mattress, his bag of purchases still clutched
in his other hand.
“Buddy, it’s alright.”
Jon’s hand covered Cate’s on his little boy’s back. “You couldn’t help it.” He lowered his face to plant a kiss against
the side of Romeo’s bowed head, trying to ignore the foul sight and smell just
inches away.
Cate quickly pressed the clean towel against Romeo’s
mouth, gently wiping away a thick strand of drool. “It’s okay,” she repeated softly. “Here.
Sit up, Romeo. Let Daddy help
you.”
Romeo responded sluggishly, raising his head and his
shoulders before leaning sideways to slump against Jon’s shoulder. His pitiful whine was followed by a wet,
gagging cough.
Jon tensed in anticipation of a second discharge, then
exhaled with relief when it didn’t happen.
He slipped his arm around his son, cradling the poor boy against his
shoulder.
Dropping another kiss against the top of Romeo’s head,
Jon glanced up at Cate. He found her
staring wide-eyed back at him, a combination of shock, disgust, and sympathy
painting her expression. Despite the tragic circumstances, the corners
of Jon’s mouth curled in a bemused smirk.
He glanced again at her vomit-covered lap and winced, quickly
returning his gaze to Cate’s. “Welcome
to Motherhood, Baby,” he half-whispered, his smirk turning into an ironic grin.
Cate stared dazedly back at him, speechless. Then a slow smile curved her lips as she
realized the comedy of the situation.
She and Jon exchanged a look of unspoken prediction that this would
likely not be the last time they shared such an experience.
From inside Jon’s embrace came a small voice, the
question making him chuckle.
“Daddy? Can I have
my Sprite now?”
*****
Jon growled and yanked the page from his legal pad. He crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed
it into the open briefcase resting on the seat at his side, then scowled down
at the blank tablet on his knee. He
could see the indentation of his discarded scrawl on the fresh page.
Cate looked up from her iPad, silently noting her
husband’s frustration. She peered calmly
over the top of her reading glasses as she waited for the retort she knew was
coming.
“Fuck it. I should
just call and have their people give me some shit to say.” Jon fidgeted in his seat, uncrossing and
re-crossing his legs and shifting the writing pad in his lap.
“You could do that,” Cate observed calmly. “That would be the easy way out.”
Her subtle needle hit its mark. Jon snorted derisively. “Yeah, and I’d sound like some boring stuffed
shirt. Plus they’d probably get it all
wrong.”
“Well it is the
Government.”
Cate’s wry observation from the facing seat made Jon
growl softly again. He got the message;
she wasn’t going to put up with his whining.
“So if I want it done right I gotta do it myself, huh?”
“Probably so.”
Cate returned her gaze to the screen in front of her. A tiny smirk turned the corner of her
lightly-glossed lips as she skimmed over the text on her tablet, brushing up
her own presentation set for later in the day.
Jon sighed heavily and turned his face to the train car’s
window. He stared at the rushing scenery
for a few minutes, thinking. His remarks
for this evening were meant to be casual and to a friendly audience, but he
never felt completely comfortable in the Washington D.C. spotlight. Jon was fully conscious of the fact that, in
that realm, he was rarely even close to the brightest or most powerful guy in
the room.
Realizing his wife had gone back to her own work, Jon
returned his attention to her. He tipped
his head back against the first-class seat’s leather headrest and stared. He couldn’t help but smile a little at what
he saw.
Cate was the vision of a high-powered business woman in
her dark gray tailored trouser suit and crisp white blouse. Her auburn hair was pulled back from her
face, wound into a neat bun at the back of her head. Tortoiseshell-framed reading glasses perched
on the bridge of her nose, aiding her deep sapphire eyes that were narrowed in
concentration.
Jon’s smile turned to a proud smirk. He was sure to unsuspecting admirers Cate
would look like a corporate leader, traveling the New York to Washington Acela train
for high-stakes entrepreneurial affairs.
What they didn’t know was there was a powerful handgun concealed at her
waist and she could maim them with a single tactical strike.
Jon’s eyes dropped from Cate’s lovely face, following the
line of her jaw downward. A thin
platinum chain circled Cate’s graceful throat, the engraved pendant obscured by
her modestly buttoned blouse. Though he
couldn’t see it, Jon knew the Tiffany tag that nestled between her breasts was one
of the few sentimentalities Cate allowed herself when she was working. He had given it to her last fall, when her
confidence was waning. It was a reminder
of their solidarity and devotion as they worked through the difficult struggle
toward parenthood.
Jon’s smirk gentled again as he saw that today she was
wearing her wedding band, another symbol of their love. Like her husband, Cate didn’t always wear her
rings when she was working. He preferred
to leave his band in a safe place while he was onstage; she chose to conceal
her marital status for security reasons.
Seeing the diamond and platinum circles on Cate’s finger when she was in
agent-mode always made its symbolism more poignant to Jon. It affirmed the place of priority he knew he
held in her life.
“It’s not polite to stare, Jon.”
Cate’s quiet murmur made him chuckle. She hadn’t looked up, hadn’t given any other
acknowledgement of his attention.
“Can’t help it. I
like your hair up like that. And you
know how I love those glasses.” Jon gave
her a cheeky grin when she glanced up at him.
“You look like some kinda sexy librarian.”
Cate rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop a little
smile. “The librarian fantasy? Really?”
“Yeah. You’d be a totally hot librarian. One of those skinny skirts, black patent
heels…”
“Jon, write your speech.”
“And the way you give me that stern little look when I’m
not doin’ what I’m supposed to…”
“Jon.”
Jon chortled, knowing he had her attention now. He stared at Cate for a moment until she
sighed and dropped her iPad to her lap.
Cate looked up at him, giving him a tight-lipped, resigned smile.
“Okay, what’s the deal?
It’s just a short little three-minute thing introducing the new
program.” Cate’s expression
softened. “Baby, you can do that in your
sleep. You talk about the Kitchen all the time.”
Jon fidgeted again, this time uncrossing his legs and
propping one foot on the empty opposite facing seat, next to where Cate
sat. “I know. But this is kinda different…. It’s not the
usual spiel for the soundbyte. These men
and women are all Department people, the ones who are gonna make this whole
initiative fly. I gotta give them
something more than “The Power of We.”
“Jon, it’s not a press conference. All you gotta do is get up there and tell
them a story and thank them in advance for all the hard work they’re gonna
do.” Cate chuckled softly at her
husband’s insecurity. “It’s a cocktail
reception, Jon. Nobody wants to hear the
bureaucrat-ese. The people at this thing
just want to have their three glasses of chardonnay and swoon over how handsome
and charming and funny and not-at-all-rockstar-like you are.”
“But I don’t want to waste their time, Cate. I need to say something of substance. It’s
not like I can just get up there and shake my ass and smile.”
“So don’t waste
their time.” Cate gestured toward the
blank legal pad on Jon’s lap. “Don’t
write anything. Just speak from the
heart. Tell them how this whole thing started, with Leon.”
She smiled gently at the memory of the homeless man whose
story had so touched her husband’s heart.
“The only thing you need to have on an index card is the names and
titles of the Secretaries, so you don’t fuck ‘em up when you introduce
them. Other than that… Just be you, Baby. That’s what
people want to see.”
“The rockstar in a suit?”
Jon chuckled ironically.
“No, the rockstar with a heart of gold.”
Jon’s eyes met hers, his heart squeezing at the affection
he saw in Cate’s shining sapphire gaze.
He sighed softly. Of course she
was right. She usually was, when it came
to things like this. His wife saw him in
a different light than anyone else in his life ever had. She wasn’t just his best friend and lover,
she was his fan and his honest critic.
And she certainly knew the fickle world of politics and Government
better than he did.
“Yeah, okay.” Jon
nodded slowly, then tossed the legal pad onto the opposite seat. He reached forward to give Cate’s knee a
little squeeze. “I’ll get the intro
stuff this afternoon. I’m sure there’ll
be some young intern at the meeting, in need of something to do.”
“Good.” Cate gave
Jon a curt nod. “Now I’ve gotta go over my presentation.” She raised the iPad, tilting it on her lap so
she could see the screen.
“What time do you give it, again?”
Cate sighed softly and dropped the tablet again. She gave Jon a patient smile. “I told
you. I have to be at Main Justice at
ten. There I meet with the P.C. section to
go over the case. We have a lunch, then
I brief the A.A.G at three.”
Jon smirked.
“P.C.? A.A.G? E-I-E-I-O…
Again, in English, por favor?”
Cate giggled in spite of herself. “Fine.
I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but since I know you’ll badger
me relentlessly… I’m meeting with the Public Corruption Section Chief at the
Department of Justice. He’s the guy who
reads all my status reports. We have
some bigger-picture stuff to discuss…”
Cate raised a brow as Jon opened his mouth to pose a question. “I can’t tell you,” she warned, cutting him off. “Anyway, we’re going to lunch with some guys from Secret Service, then I brief the Assistant Attorney General for the Criminal Division at three o’clock.”
Cate raised a brow as Jon opened his mouth to pose a question. “I can’t tell you,” she warned, cutting him off. “Anyway, we’re going to lunch with some guys from Secret Service, then I brief the Assistant Attorney General for the Criminal Division at three o’clock.”
Jon let out a low whistle. “Wow. Running
with the Big Dogs today, huh?”
Cate shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess so. But it’s just
part of the job.” She gave Jon a wry
smile. “Not like you’re gonna be
slumming, exactly.”
Jon dropped his foot to the floor and leaned forward,
propping his forearms on his knees. He
reached for Cate’s hand, giving her a gentle smile. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”
Cate’s heart melted at the earnestness in his soft
voice. “I know,” she replied with a
little nod, her voice catching a note of huskiness. “But thank you for saying it.”
Jon looked down at Cate’s fingers resting against his
palm. The diamond on her ring finger
sparkled brightly in the artificial overhead light. “Thanks for coming down with me. Sorry we haven’t had much time together these
past few weeks.” He sighed
guiltily. “Every day I haven’t had to go
to the set I’ve had something else going on.”
“It’s okay, Baby.
We’re both busy, we both have jobs.
That’s life.” Cate curled her
fingers against Jon’s palm in a comforting caress. “I’m glad it worked out that we could travel
together. I was gonna have to come down
to D.C. anyway.” She smiled gently. “It’s much nicer to travel with you than by
myself.”
“You sure you can’t stay tonight?” Jon’s voice was softer, almost pleading.
Cate sighed and shook her head. “I can’t, Jon. I have to be in Trenton by nine tomorrow
morning.”
“So? Take the
early train back in the morning.” Jon
looked up, giving Cate a hopeful half-smile.
“We could go out after the reception, have a late supper, curl up
together in one of those big ol’ beds at The Willard Hotel…”
Cate’s smile turned bittersweet. “Baby, I wish I could, but I just can’t. I have to get back tonight. Hell, haven’t even packed for Trenton
yet.” She chortled softly. “Besides, all I brought was a different
blouse and some heels for the reception tonight. I don’t even have a toothbrush.”
“That’s easy to fix.
I’ll buy you whatever you need.”
“Jon… I can’t.” Cate repeated her declination gently, but
firmly. “Besides… it’s not like we could
have a… romantic… night
tonight.” Her voice dropped to a soft
murmur as she shared the regret. She and
Jon had been disappointed but not particularly surprised when her unwelcome
monthly visitor arrived three days ago, right on time.
“I know, Baby.”
Jon’s reply was quiet, following Cate’s discretionary tone. “But we could just talk, and fall asleep
together. Hell, it seems like we don’t
even get to do that anymore. And when’s the last time we got to go out for
dinner, just the two of us? It’s been at least two weeks.”
“Jon, I know, but
there’s just no way. If I don’t get back tonight I’m gonna be so
behind the eight ball for the rest of the week…” Cate sighed regretfully, but shook her head
again. “Believe me, I would love to stay here with you tonight, but I just can’t.”
Jon felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in Cate’s
resigned reply. He didn’t want to darken
her mood, especially as she headed into an important day. He squeezed her hand gently, then gave her a
little smile. “Okay. But remember, our date for next week is unbreakable. ‘Kay?”
A warm smile curved Cate’s lips at the mention of their
long-planned anniversary celebration.
She didn’t know where Jon was going to take her and she didn’t
care. As long as they could be together,
alone, for one night to celebrate their lives together, it was fine with her.
“Of course. I’m
taking a half-day, remember? Just to be
sure I don’t get stuck at the office late.”
“And I told the show I’m not available Tuesday or
Wednesday, non-negotiable.” Jon
chuckled. “I didn’t tell them why but I
might have hinted something about visiting a big white house…”
Cate giggled softly.
“Hey, I have no problem with implied deception if it means I get you all
to myself, all night.”
“That’s a promise, Baby.”
They exchanged an affectionate smile for a moment, until
Cate gently tugged her hand from Jon’s.
“Okay, I really do have to go
over this briefing again before we hit Union Station.”
“Sheesh, so much for that Hallmark moment. And you call me a workaholic?” Jon chided
teasingly.
Cate gave Jon a faux-stern look and raised her iPad. “I’m sure there’s something you can do to get
ready for your meeting.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Jon chuckled and reached for his
briefcase. “Yes, ma’am, Agent-in-Charge Sullivan.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
Jon snickered quietly as he pulled out his file.
A half-hour later the Bongiovis strode quickly through
the arrival gate at Washington D.C.’s Union Station. Though he was not attired in his usual casual
garb of jeans and a sweater, Jon kept his eyes shielded by his sunglasses as he
moved through the busy hall. He was well
aware that even though he was wearing a dark overcoat, suit and tie like more
than half the men on nearby Capitol Hill, he was still easily recognizable.
Cate automatically fell into her protective posture,
remaining a half-step behind Jon and warning off obvious gawkers with
laser-like glares. Though dozens of
people stared and pointed camera phones in their direction, Jon and Cate were
not delayed in their beeline for the taxi queue at the front of the grand
terminal.
They waited only a few minutes for the cab, shivering
slightly in the gray, damp February weather.
Once safely inside Cate gave the driver the address. He was duly unimpressed with both his
passenger’s celebrity and with the destination.
Cate slipped her hand into Jon’s as she settled back
against the seat while the taxi pulled into the dense morning traffic. Jon gave her a questioning look.
“Don’t we need to drop you off first?”
Cate shook her head.
“No, that’s okay. I have to go to
the Inspector General’s office first.
It’s just two blocks, on New York Avenue. I can walk.”
“Oh. Okay.” Jon peered out the window, squinting at the
leaden sky. “Looks like it might snow.”
“Forecast is only for flurries.” Cate’s reply was a
little hard-edged, making Jon smile. His
wife hated snow.
“Would be a pity if you got snowed in down here tonight.”
Cate gave Jon a sideways smirk. “You can keep hoping, Baby. But I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”
Jon chuckled and gave Cate’s hand a squeeze. They spent the remainder of the short drive
in silence, each thinking ahead to the professional duties they were about to
commence.
When the cab pulled up to the corner alongside the stark
black iron fence, Jon helped Cate out onto the sidewalk before claiming his
overnight bag from the trunk. With a
curt “thanks” to the stoic cabbie he paid the fare and a tip, then rolled his
bag over to where Cate waited near a small guard shack. Through the shack’s tinted window the
silhouette of a burly security officer was clearly visible.
“You have your I.D. handy?” Cate inquired as she held out
Jon’s briefcase to him.
“Got it in my coat pocket.” Jon smirked as he took his case. “I have
done this before, you know.”
Cate rolled her eyes and giggled softly. “Oh, yes,
I guess you have. My mistake.”
Jon flashed her a confident grin. “What’s that they always say in the movies? ‘I serve at the pleasure of the President’?”
“Something like that.”
Cate’s smile gentled. “Well, I
better get going. I wanna pick up a tea
at Starbuck’s before I head to the office.
I’ll text you later, see how your day’s going.”
Jon nodded, returning her sweet smile. “I would say ‘good luck’ on your briefing but
I know you don’t need it. You’ll knock
it out of the park.”
“Thanks.” Cate
paused for a moment as she let her gaze travel up and down Jon’s dashing
form. She felt a little surge of
grateful pride as she realized how handsome her husband looked, dressed up for
his meeting. “Hope your day is good,
too.”
Jon nodded and stepped forward. He reached a gloved hand up to gently grasp
Cate’s arm as he dipped his head forward.
He chuckled softly as his warm lips stroked tenderly over hers. Jon’s blue eyes sparkled as he stepped back
and grinned at his wife. “I’ll tell the
Boss you say ‘hi’.”
Cate giggled softly and nodded. “Okay.
I’ll see you at the hotel later.”
She took a couple steps back.
“Have a nice day at the West Wing, Dear!” she called teasingly as Jon
turned toward the iron-fenced sidewalk.
He responded with a nod and a wave, then tugged his bag after him as he
headed for the White House.
She watched him until he disappeared inside the Visitor’s
Entrance, then turned around. With a
glance skyward and a muttered oath against the promise of snow, Cate hurried
toward the coffee shop on the other side of the intersection.
*****
“You about ready?”
Cate finished swiping the brush across her lashes and
paused. She answered Jon’s question as
she stared wide-eyed at her reflection in the mirror, waiting for the fresh
coat of mascara to dry before blinking.
“Almost. Five
minutes.”
Jon appeared in the doorway, both hands at his
throat. His slender fingers moved
lithely over the twin lengths of dark silk as he stepped up to the vanity next
to his wife. He smiled at her reflection
as he expertly knotted the necktie.
“Your hair looks nice.
I like the big curls.”
“Thanks.” Cate
smiled modestly and re-capped her mascara bottle before dropping it into her
cosmetics pouch. She rummaged through
the little bag for her lipstick. “It’s
from being in that bun all day. It was
damp this morning when I put it up.”
“Mmmm… So the Sexy Librarian lets her hair down…. I
like.” Jon grinned as he referenced
their morning conversation on the train.
Cate chuckled and leaned again toward the mirror. Her mouth formed a round “O” as she drew the burgundy tint over her plump lips.
After completing the circle she rubbed her lips together, making a light
smack before blotting them on a
tissue.
Satisfied with his knot, Jon gave his necktie one final
adjustment before flipping down the collar of his light blue dress shirt. He gave Cate a little sideways smirk. “Hey, we match.”
“Hmmm?” Cate
dropped her lipstick back into her makeup pouch and pulled the zipper before
looking up at the mirror. She regarded
their shared reflection. “What do you
mean?”
“Blue.” Jon
reached out to touch Cate’s satin-covered arm.
She had packed a few of her own items in his suitcase, to wear when she
accompanied him to the evening reception.
One was her favorite dressy shirt, the midnight blue satin blouse she
had bought in Italy.
Jon smirked as he
remembered the last time she had worn it, at the Christmas Party they had
hosted at their Jersey house. That had certainly been a night to
remember.
“Oh.” Cate gave
another throaty chuckle. “Yeah, I guess
so.”
“So now everybody’s gonna be all ‘oh, how CUTE that they matched their outfits!’” Jon parroted his prediction in a silly
falsetto voice before giving Cate a grin.
“We’re not turning into that
couple, are we?”
“God, I hope not.”
Cate laughed softly. “But if you
don’t like the matchy-matchy you’re the
one who’s gonna have to change. This is
the only thing I brought.” She leaned to
drop her cosmetics back into the larger tote she had hung from the towel bar.
“Nah, I like it. I
love that blouse on you.” Jon’s smile
gentled. “It makes your eyes look even
more beautiful.”
Cate reached into her tote and extracted another small
pouch before turning to face her husband.
“You’re being awfully complimentary tonight. Obviously you had a good day.” She stepped closer to Jon and reached up to
adjust the knot at his throat, giving him a sweet smile.
“Yeah, it was pretty damned good.” Jon smiled down at his wife. “But that’s not why I’m complimenting
you. I’m just saying what I see, is
all.”
“Well, thank you.
You know how to make a girl feel pretty.” Cate reached up to place a gentle kiss on
Jon’s lips, following the brush with a swipe of her thumb to remove the trace
of burgundy stain she left behind. She
turned again to the mirror and pulled the zipper on the small black bag.
Jon rummaged in his shaving kit, extracting a small
bottle. He splashed a little of the
cologne on his hands before smoothing his palms against his soft cheeks and
down his neck. He smirked silently as he
noticed Cate’s reaction to her favorite scent.
“Okay. Ready?”
“One more thing.”
Cate’s fingers dipped inside the pouch.
“It’s almost six, so I’ll have to be a little early.”
Jon’s blue eyes followed the movement of her hands, his
expression sobering as he saw her pull out a slim plastic hypodermic syringe
and a small glass vial. He stood silent
as Cate laid out the items on a tissue, then unbuttoned and unzipped her
pants.
Her garments readied, Cate slipped
the cap off the thin needle and inserted it into the rubber stopper of the
little vial. Her eyes narrowed as she
watched the clear liquid fill the syringe to the required mark.
“Little help?” Her
request was quiet as she offered the filled syringe to Jon.
Jon nodded and took the device. He held it gingerly while Cate’s hands moved
to her hips. She pushed the waist of her
trousers downward, catching her panties with the motion. Baring the fleshy spot on her upper thigh,
Cate leaned forward and braced her free hand against the vanity’s edge.
Jon felt a stab of sympathy as he noticed the purplish
bruises on Cate’s thigh. He took a
breath and reached for the spot, doing as she had instructed him weeks
ago. Jon gently squeezed her flesh
between his forefinger and thumb, raising it into a small swell before with his
other hand lowering the syringe. Cate
winced as the needle pierced her skin, but made no sound.
“Sorry,” Jon automatically murmured. He pressed the plunger, releasing the drug
into Cate’s body, then quickly withdrew the needle. He rubbed his thumb gently over the tiny red
spot, hoping to soothe her discomfort.
“S’okay, Baby,” Cate answered softly, watching him in the
mirror. Her heart squeezed as she saw
his distress in his tightened jaw. She stood
upright and rearranged her clothing before taking the used syringe from his
hand and capping the needle.
“Thanks. It’s
easier, when you help.” Cate gave her
husband a small smile. “It’s kinda hard
for me to see back there.”
Jon nodded slightly, his expression still serious. His gaze met hers and he gave her a long,
soulful look.
“Baby, thank you.
For putting yourself through this.”
Cate’s smile gentled, her blue eyes glistening at the
emotion in his husky voice.
“You don’t have to thank me. It’s for us both. If it’s what I have to do…” She sighed softly. “Well, I’ve suffered worse.”
Jon nodded, his own eyes misting with emotion. They shared another long look before he spoke
again.
“We better go.”
“I just need my shoes and my bag.” Cate quickly gathered the remnants of her
hormone treatment back into the little black pouch, then dropped the pouch back
into her tote. After re-fastening her
pants she carried the tote out of the bathroom and back into the suite’s elegant
bedroom.
Cate dropped the tote on the floor next to Jon’s suitcase, which was propped open on the valet stand. She stepped over to the small settee, where
her dressy black sandals and small satin clutch sat near the end of the
cushion. Jon silently watched her from
his post next to the big picture window that framed a view of the regal
city's famous pedestrian mall.
She settled onto the small sofa, her gaze automatically
going to the window as she slipped the shoes onto her feet. Cate gazed out at the tableau framed by the
suite’s plush drapes; a view of which she never tired.
It was already dark, a hazy grayness swirling around the warm
electric glow from the streetlamps and the neighboring buildings along Pennsylvania Avenue. Small, shimmering specks flickered in the
illumination, light flakes of precipitation that had flurried through the city
all day. Beyond the street the memorials
to freedom shone in the dark distance, the Washington Monument jutting into the
murky night sky while the other white-marble temples glowed closer to the ground.
It was a sight that reminded her of her duty and of her
gratitude to those who shared her profession.
But right now her duty was not just to her country, but to her
husband. For the next few, brief hours
she would be at Jon’s side while he mingled with wonks and lawmakers and civil
servants to further promote his philanthropic passion. It was a role she was more than happy to assume.
“Ready,” Cate announced quietly, picking up her purse and
standing once her sandals were securely strapped. She gave Jon a warm smile. “Let’s go play the D.C.-after-dark-cocktail-party game.”
Jon chuckled at her gently sarcastic tease. He moved over to her and stopped, his expression
mirroring Cate's. When he spoke, his voice
was tinged with melancholy. “I wish you
could stay, Baby.”
Cate sighed softly.
“Me too. But you know I can’t. I have a nine-thirty train.” She reached up to trace a fingertip along the
edge of Jon’s suit-jacket lapel. “Another
time.”
“Yeah.” Jon smiled
sadly. “So after tonight, I won’t see
you ‘til Friday, then?”
Cate shook her head, her mahogany waves bouncing slightly
with the movement. “No, probably
not. I’ll be in Trenton.”
“Cate.” Jon waited
until her eyes met his. “Since we won’t
have time for this later…”
His arm circled her waist, pulling her body loosely against
his. His other hand raised to her face,
his thumb grazing her jaw as his hand slipped under her hair and to the back of
her neck. Jon leaned in, gently bending
Cate backward as his mouth dropped toward hers.
Her sapphire eyes widened at the unexpected movement.
Jon smiled as he felt his wife’s surprise, her hands
first clutching at his biceps, then sliding around his torso. Then she relaxed, holding on to his body with
trusting confidence as he dipped her backwards for a long, romantic kiss.
Cate sighed at the familiar and wonderful feel of Jon’s
lips covering hers. His tongue slipped
forward to wrap around hers, sensuous and comforting in its slow, firm
strokes. Her entire body warmed as she
let him cradle her in his arms, holding her as he cherished her with his lips
and his heart and his soul.
Outside the big window the snowflakes swirled on the night
winter wind as the sentinels of the city shone through the inky darkness.
No doubt about it, She needs to get snowed in.
ReplyDeleteYes, snowed in would definately be good. Loved the Romeo part. been there;done that. Kate earned parenting stars on that one.
ReplyDeleteI knew before I even read it when Romeo bleched loudly that the next part wasn't going to be pretty. Cate you are now officially a parent lol. That last paragragh had me swooning when Jon kissed her, damn. I really hope it snows so hard that Cate is stuck in DC with Jon. Thank you for a great chapter.
ReplyDeleteYep, Cate definately earned her parenting badge!
ReplyDeleteI'll add my vote to "snowed in" requests!
Catte....when are you gonna knock her up?!?!?!
Agreed! Earned her parenting badge, I vote 'snowed in' and yeah, anxious for a little happy news.
DeleteSnowed in gets my vote as well. and knocking her up would be an extra bonus :)
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