@casliyn requested some sort of fic involving dan and amy’s daughter, from my fic ‘positive’ being loved by everyone, so here’s a tag of sorts to that.
“Nina will be mad if I don’ say hi!”
“If you don’t finish your fruit cup, you’re not going to be allowed into the Oval to say hi to Nina.” Dan said rolling his eyes as he handed Charlotte the fork she had thrown on the floor.
The Nina in question was Selina. Charlotte couldn’t pronounce her t’s or her s’s properly and somehow Selina had turned into Nina, and it had been that way since she had learned to talk.
“Why the fuck is she still eating?” Amy asked as she entered the kitchen, the back of her dress still unzipped. She approached him, pulling her hair away from her neck as she dropped into his lap.
“Because somebody decided to be a brat and throw her fork around instead of eating.” He responded as he zipped up her dress.
“She’s four, Dan. If she won’t feed herself, it’s your job to feed her.”
“You think I didn’t already try that, smartass?”
He watched as she rolled her eyes and pulled away from him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“I’ll show you how it’s done.” She replied, scooping Charlotte out of her chair and perching her on her hip, fruit cup in one hand and fork in the other. He watched as she speared a piece of banana with the fork. “You wanna see Nina, right?” Amy asked.
Charlotte nodded in response.
“Then open and eat.” Amy demonstrated opening her mouth. Charlotte mimicked her in response and Amy took the chance to feed her a mouthful of fruit. “Mmm, it’s good, yeah?”
It was the same routine every morning. God forbid Charlotte ever ate breakfast when Dan tried to feed her, but the moment that little girl was in her mother’s arms she had no issue eating her breakfast. He would never admit that watching Amy interact with their kid was the favorite part of his day.
What he would admit though was how great they were as parents. Sure they hadn’t gotten a grip on not cursing in front of the little one — her first word was ‘fuck’ and they won quite a bit of money in a pool going on at the White House about which expletive it would be — but they’d managed to make sure it wasn’t as frequent.
They did however make sure to always carry noise cancelling headphones with them, because more often than not Charlotte sat in on meetings that only people with clearance were allowed to be sitting in on. No one was worried about a four year old spilling national security secrets — she spent most of the meetings in her parents’ or the President’s lap while coloring, some Disney bullshit playing in her ears to keep her entertained. Nothing like a 4 year old suddenly bursting into song to break the tension in the situation room.
She behaved when they needed her to, so well that more often than not people joked that she had probably been switched at birth. They were raising a great fucking kid, and Dan couldn’t help how much he loved the little brat.
The second they entered the Oval, Charlotte dropped Amy’s hand and beelined towards the President.
Amy watched as her daughter climbed into Selina’s lap and leaned her head against her chest.
When she had given Selina’s name to her daughter as a middle name, she hadn’t the slightest clue just how big of an impact it would have on their relationship. Charlotte absolutely adored Selina, and vice versa. The highlight of it was how annoyed it made Catherine when she would appear with her own brat in tow - she and Marjorie had decided to have their own after seeing how taken Selina sss with Charlotte - and Selina wouldn’t bat an eye at them. She’d blame it on the fact that Catherine and Marjorie had moved out of the country after their son had been born and how bad it made Selina look that her own daughter wasn’t living in the country her mother was Commander in Chief of. It also didn’t help that little Richard barely knew Selina and whenever they attempted to have photos of her with her grandson, the little gremlin was always kicking and screaming. At least Charlie was able to hold still for a photo.
“Good morning Charlie. Did you give your parents a hard time with breakfast this morning?”
“Yes!” Charlotte giggled in response.
“Atta girl.” Selina replied, giving the toddler a high five.
The President would be the one encouraging her daughter to misbehave. It was almost as if Selina had to make every aspect of their lives a little more difficult.
“Jonah keeps asking if he’s on the guest list for the inaugural, should we respond or leave him blacklisted for another four years?” Any asked as she scrolled through her emails.
When Selina had been elected in 2020, they had blacklisted Jonah from attending any Meyer administration event. It was a sort of penance for all of the irritation he had caused them the throughout the time she had been VP. Amy had to admit it was always so fucking funny to get a message from Jonah as he groveled for access to something.
“Tell him he can come but only if he brings that hobbit little uncle of his so we can discuss TJ’s run once I’m out of office.”
“Where is the first husband, anyway?” She asked, noting that Tom wasn’t at his usual perch at this time of the morning — on the couch in the center of Selina’s office, usually reading over any statements that needed to be released that morning.
“He’s having breakfast with Catherine. We told her I was busy with an intel meeting so I wouldn’t have to go.” Selina replied as she bounced Charlotte on her leg. “Besides, she likes him better than me anyway.”
“Everyone likes Tom James.”
“Yeah, he’s a stupidly charming fucker. I would know, he charmed me into marrying him. But Charlie likes me best, don’t you, baby doll?”
“Yeah!” The four year old replied, not knowing what she was responding to.
“Pearls? Really?” Dan said as he came up behind Amy as she attempted to clasp her necklace together in the mirror. He took the reigns and helped her get it on before kissing her neck. He watched in the mirror as she rolled her eyes.
“Selina gave me these, besides they’re a good talking point for the press. Someone's going to ask me about them and I can segue into some bullshit about how sentimental they are and how they were a gift for sticking with her for so long.”
“That’s my girl. Knowing how to spin the press in our favor.”
“I’m married to the master manipulator, so I learned from the best I guess.” She responded as she turned to him and smoothed out his tie. He leaned in and kissed her, sliding his hands down to her ass.
“Don’t wrinkle my dress you fuckwad, we can have sex after the inaugural ball.” Amy replied, pulling away.
“If we can get Charlotte off of our hands for more than five minutes, fine.”
“We can leave her with Jonah, show him what he and his one but are missing out on.”
“You let him anywhere near our child and I will divorce you and take custody on the spot.” She responded, glaring at him.
“You know I’m joking. I’ll hand her off to Catherine for a bit. Her brat’s really taken with ours. Maybe we can arrange their marriages.” He teased.
“Then we’ll really be D.C. royalty, huh?”
“We helped elect the first female president, not once, but twice. We’re already D.C. royalty.”
“Turn down the cocky factor for tonight, will ya?”
“Can’t make any promises.”
He watched as she shook her head in response before walking away, calling for their daughter.
“Jesus.” She murmured against his mouth as he thrust into her, pinning her leg against his side.
“Last I checked you weren’t the religious type.” Dan responded as his fingers found her clit.
Amy moaned in response as she arched her back into him.
They were experts at fucking during work events. There was no doubt in her mind that Charlotte had been conceived during an early campaign stop during the 2020 election cycle.
“Don’t be so loud.” Dan smirked as he increased his pace.
“Are you worried we’ll get caught? Because newsflash, the only person who’s probably wondering about our whereabouts is our four year old, but she was too preoccupied by harassing little Richard to notice we left.”
“Thank god she’s so independent.”
“She gets her manipulation skills from me.”
“Don’t be so proud of that, she’s four. We’re not trying to raise a little sociopath, you know. At least not with this one though, baby number two though…” Amy’s breath hitched and she buried her face into his shoulder as she felt the peak of her orgasm run through her.
“Did you say baby number two?” Dan asked as he brought her face to his.
“Yeah, I found out last week, but with all the inaugural stuff I couldn’t find the moment to tell you...” She responded, trying her hardest not to crack a smile.
“Holy fuck!” He replied, and she was surprised at the grin on his face. “I hope it’s a boy, just to solidify Catherine’s hatred of us.”
Amy chuckled in response before giving him a quick peck. “You didn’t finish, you know.”
“Yeah, well you threw me for a fucking loop, Ames.” He responded as he pulled out of her and readjusted himself.
“I’ll make it up to you later.” She responded, pulling down her dress before straightening out his bowtie.
“Oh, you definitely will.”
“Really?” Amy asked as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands landing on her stomach. “You’ve known I was pregnant again for a solid five hours and you’re already doing this?”
“Oh, shut up. The little guy’s gotta know his old man from the start.”
“How do you know it’s a boy?”
“Cause we already have a mini you -- it’s only fair we have a mini me.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Dan responded as he ground his groin against her ass.
There was a pounding on the door of their room.
He groaned as she pulled away from him and headed towards the door.
“On the bright side, we’ll never have two of them in our bed at once.”
“Here’s to another 12 years of being cockblocked by our kids.”