For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend (23 page)

“We’ve
sailed some rough seas, Dutch,” she went on.
 
“From the time your mother didn’t want you to marry me, to all of the
allegations and accusations, and the pressures of that fishbowl life in
Washington, and then Jade and Sam and Max, we’ve had some terrible times.”

“And
DeAndre,” Dutch added, holding her tighter.
 
“Let’s not forget that unfortunate episode.”

“Right.
 
And DeAndre.” Gina paused.
 
“But through it all we’re still here,
together, stronger than we’ve ever been.”

And
for Dutch, that was the real beauty of it.
  

He
kissed his wife again on the side of her gorgeous brown face.
 
Then he kissed her yet again.
 
And although they were in a place of complete
relaxation, and had every intention to do nothing more than lay there and enjoy
the water view, his dick began to throb.
 
It was too relaxed.
 
And then it
began to move.
 
And before Dutch realized
it, he was gyrating Gina so hard, and so passionately, that their couch-bed
began to shake.
 

“They
can hear us, Dutch,” Gina said in a lowered tone.

“Oh, sweetheart,
I’m not hitting you that hard,” Dutch replied.
 
At least not yet
, he added, to
himself.
 
“They can’t hear a thing.”
 

And
he pulled Gina closer, moved into her deeper, and continued to rock the boat.

Crader
heard the rocking as he held LaLa.
 

LaLa
heard it too.
 
She smiled.
 
“Dutch is at it again,” she said.

“Yup,”
Crader said.
 
“You’d think they were
teenagers the way they can’t get enough of each other.”

“And
who on the face of this earth,” LaLa said, “would want to be a teenager?”

The
rocking increased even more, and they started hearing flesh on flesh slapping
sounds.
 
Dutch was pounding her now.
 

Crader
looked at LaLa.
 
“I do,” he admitted.

LaLa
inwardly smiled, she knew what he meant.
 
“You do what?” she asked him.

“I
want to be a teenager.
 
Desperately.”

LaLa
grinned.
 
“You know what?
 
Suddenly my teen years don’t seem so horrible
either.”

Crader
laughed.
 
“Come here you,” he said, and
then quickly, as if he was a very well-practiced man, dropped her drawers.

The
next day, exactly as Dutch and Crader had orchestrated it, in the middle of the
Mediterranean sea, President and First Lady McKenzie, and Former President and
First Lady Harber, vowed their love to each other all over again.

The
children were now on board, with Christian and all of the respective assistants
and other staffers, and they were all blown away by the ceremony.
 
They weren’t told that it was going to take
place, to avoid any leaking, until they came on board.
 
LaLa and Gina were also blown away.
 
They didn’t find out until literally a few
minutes before the others.

Crader
was first.
 
He stood before the minister
and took LaLa’s hand.
 
LaLa was all
teeth, smiling so much that Gina feared she would burst out in laughter at any
moment.
 
But she held it together.
 
Crader certainly did.
 

“I
recommit my life, my love, and my happiness to you,” he said.
 
“And I recommit it forevermore.”

Then
LaLa repeated those same few, simple words.
 
And then they kissed each other as a token of that commitment.
 

Dutch
took Gina’s hand.
 
They were next.
 
“I recommit,” Dutch started, as it was
according to script, but Gina placed her fingers on his lips.
 
And shook her head.

“No,
baby,” she said. “You don’t have to recommit anything to me.
 
You’ve always been committed to me.
   
From the moment you said you loved me, and
asked me to be your wife, to this very day, you have given your everything to
me.
 
So no.
 
This is not a recommitment ceremony for us.
 
It’s a continuation ceremony.
 
Because if you continue treating me the way
you’ve been treating me all the years we’ve been together, then you will have
given this woman the greatest life I could have ever dreamed of having.”

Tears
were in Dutch’s eyes as he swept her into his arms, holding her tightly.
 
And now Crader was crying, LaLa was balling,
the assistants all were crying, and even the minister had to wipe away a tear
or two.
 

But
Little Walt wasn’t having it.

“Stop
crying,” he urged his parents, tugging on his father’s tuxedo.
 

“Stop
crying,” he begged his crying aunt and uncle.
 

“Stop
crying everybody,” he insisted.
  
“It’s
taking too long when you cry.
 
You have
to stop crying.
 
You’re cutting into my
playing time!”

And
as soon as Dutch and Gina, and LaLa and Crader heard such an astute explanation
as to why they need to get this darn ceremony over with, their tears turned to
laughter.
 
And they couldn’t stop
laughing.
 
It was as if Little Walt
summed it up perfectly.
 
Jade and Sam and
Max and every foe they faced tried to cut into their playing time.
 
They tried to kill their joy, and Gina’s life
while they were at it, but it all backfired in a mushroom cloud of their own
making.
 
And instead of breaking the joy,
their actions made it more vivid.
 
Like
living color.
 
Like having Thanksgiving,
Christmas, and New Year’s all rolled into one.

Dutch
lifted Walter with one arm and placed his other arm around Gina.
 
“Now that we have our happy back,” he said,
“let’s keep it.”

Gina
looked at her son, and looked at her husband.
 
She looked at her best friend and her best friend’s husband.

“Yes,”
she said.
 
“Let’s keep it.”
 

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