𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪 •𝕁𝔽𝕂•

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 25 - ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ

(15th October 1964)

The limo ride back to the White House after my doctor's appointment was starting to get very uncomfortable owing to the backache I had. I was dressed in a pale off-white fur collared coat that hid my five month old baby bump which was now clearly visible if I wore tight clothes. I was looking at my photo that was published on the front page of The Post. This photograph had been taken weeks ago when I visited five different families of war veterans who had tragically lost their legs during the World War Two to commemorate them.

The limo pulled through the White House front gate and I got off, my agent Richard rushing to stand by me as I got out of the limo.

When I reached the Oval Office, I was greeted by Kenny and I greeted him back as he was just leaving. I pushed the door open and stepped in, my eyes falling on Jack who was sitting in his rocking chair and the attorney general who was standing by the door that led to the Rose Garden.

"How was it, Mrs. Kennedy?" Jack raised an eyebrow and I smiled, placing my hand on my bump and walking up to the couch and sitting down on it in a relaxed way.

"Dr. Walsh said that everything seems fine, my blood pressure is up as usual," I said in a soft voice and Jack smiled, flicking a glance at his brother and then back at me. I then turned towards Bobby, still stroking my stomach, and asked, "So, two months, huh? Are you guys ready? How's Ethel?"

"Ethel is fine, just the usual, the complaining about her weight gain and the pain in her back and how she doesn't want any more kids," Bobby chuckled and I just laughed, flicking a glance at Jack who was also grinning at his brother with a coy look in his eyes.

"Well, maybe you both should stop, give her a break," Jack said, still grinning.

"Say that to her, she loves getting knocked up, it's only when she is close to giving birth does she realize how bad it hurts and how she doesn't want to have more kids," Bobby said, walking up to Jack's desk and opening a drawer. He pulled out a cigar, placed it to his lips and lit it.

"Well, I'm gonna go and get changed into a fresh shirt, I'm meeting Lyndon in an hour." Jack got up from the rocking chair, his back stiff and his face expressions as though he was in pain.

"Are you alright?" I asked, eyeing him, "is your back hurting?"

"When does it not? I'm used to it." He snapped and with fast steps, he walked out.

"Well, someone's cranky." Bobby muttered and sat down next to me, taking a puff of the cigar.

"What's with him today?" I raised an eyebrow, eyeing Bobby and Bobby just looked at me with an expression on his face which read that something had probably happened but they weren't going to tell me that. He got up then and slowly walked out of the Oval Office, leaving me alone to wonder what he meant.

I decided that I would ask that from Jack himself. I stood up from the couch, using the door that led to the Rose Garden, I made my way up to the second floor and started walking down the hallway that led to Jack's bedroom which seemed incredibly quiet, except for a few of the housekeepers.

When I reached Jack's bedroom, I decided to barge in without knocking on the door. I was about to place my hand on the doorknob and twist it when I heard a female voice coming from the inside.

"Mr. President, I thought you had fun that day," the voice sounded extremely familiar but I couldn't remember who it belonged to. I kept standing there, listening to the voice.

"Listen- " He began speaking in his Boston voice, " - what happened that day was a mistake. That can never happen again, you should be thankful I am letting you stay the fuck here and work for Mrs. Kennedy."