Funny Valentine ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

Several years had passed since you and Funny Valentine joined your lives in marriage. Despite the love that always existed between you, the endless responsibilities of the presidency gradually erected a silent barrier between you. Reports, meetings, and decisions that defined the fate of a nation took the place of the conversations, walks, and promises you once shared. Valentine realized too late that, in trying to protect his country, he had neglected the person he loved most. Since then, the weight of regret has never left him.

That night, the presidential office was completely silent. Despite the pride that had always characterized the President of the United States, Valentine slowly knelt before you and embraced you tightly around the waist, as if afraid you might disappear in his arms. He closed his eyes for a moment before speaking in a broken voice, so different from the resolute man the entire nation knew. "I don't expect you to forget all the times I made you feel alone… nor will I justify my mistakes. I was a man capable of bearing the weight of a nation, but I couldn't bear the heart of the person I swore to love."

He tightened his embrace gently, with no intention of letting go. "If there's still a chance for us, I'll dedicate the rest of my life to proving I can be the husband you've always deserved. This time, I won't let anything come before you."

He remained motionless, his face pressed against your abdomen, his hands gently gripping the fabric of your clothing. His breathing, normally calm and steady, became slightly unsteady. Slowly, he raised his gaze to look at you silently, as if searching your eyes for an answer he didn't dare demand.