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Always Be His Mama

Title: Always Be His Mama
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Saved by the Bell
Character/Pairing: Slater/Jessie
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog #50: Message
Warning(s): Future AU
Word Count: 1,381
Date Written: 17 January 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Peter Engel, not the author, and are used without permission.




"Did you see their message?" Jessie asks, looking up from the papers she's sorting through as Slater comes into her office.

"About our high school reunion? Yeah," he answers carefully.

"But?" she prods.

"But are you sure you want to go? Are you sure you even should go? What about security?"

"I didn't become the President to hide behind my desk, sweetheart, and I'm proud of where we started. Who would have ever thought that a shy, studious girl and a football player from a small Californian town would have come as far as we have?"

"You're always telling the kids they can be anything they want to be and telling the people, too, that our freedom here in America affords us opportunities that the rest of the world doesn't have."

"And it does," Jessie agrees, setting down her papers and pen. "But it's still very rare that you hear about high school sweethearts making it as far as we have." She stands, walks around her desk in the Oval Office, and heads toward him. "Aren't you proud of how far we've come?"

"Yes," he admits, beaming and showing off the dimples she's adored ever since they were kids. "And you're right. I sure didn't think we could have come this far. You, yeah. I could always see you being the President, but still putting up with me after all these years . . . "

They reach each other. His hands cup her waist while hers glide over his muscular chest and delve into his dark and curly tresses. She smirks up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'm glad to still be putting up with you after all these years. It's a greater honor," she adds more softly, "than sitting behind that desk will ever be."

There's a very subtle darkening of his cheeks, so subtle, in fact, that if she didn't know him so well, she wouldn't know he was blushing. She kisses him gently. "I mean it," she vows, her nose pressing gently against his as she gazes directly into his chocolate eyes. "I'm thankful for everything I'm able to do as the President, all the people and animals and other causes we've helped, but it's a bigger honor still to be your wife."

"I never thought I'd find some one who could match me and still let me be the woman I want to be until you proved me wrong. Back in high school, I was certain there would come a day when I'd have to choose between you and my studies. I knew the choice I was going to have to make was hard, but I was determined to make it not because that's what I wanted the most but because I was so determined to make a difference in this world."

"You have," he says, running his fingertips softly over the side of her face and making her feel even more loved with his very caress. "You do every day."

"But sometimes I wonder if I could have made the choices I thought I would have to in order to make a difference. But you never made me make that choice. Do you remember that?" He turns his head and kisses her palm as she caresses his face. "You took the choice away from me. You made it as easy as you could for me to do what I needed to do. You wouldn't break up with me in high school. We couldn't stay apart. But you gave me no illusions. You made certain I knew that you wanted me to go to Harvard and to do all the studying I needed to do to become the woman I am." She smirks at her own corniness but still says what she feels in her heart, "You gave me the wings to make the differences I do every day in this country."

He nods slowly. "I felt like my heart was breaking on that last night before our high school graduation." He runs his fingers through her long hair. "But I knew even then that you'd always be my Mama. I'm not going to say I didn't date -- I won't lie to you, Jess, you know that --, but none of those girls ever came close to even being able to truly be compared with you."

She smiles. It's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen, even though he sees it every day now. "I didn't waste time on guys while I was studying. I tried after graduation, but none of them could compare to you. I'm so glad I didn't wait four years for our next date after you showed up at my inaugural address."

His grin widens. She leans forward and kisses his left dimple. "Don't you mean eight, baby? It would be twelve at least if they could vote you in again."

She reaches up, takes his hand in hers, and gives him a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad they can't," she admits softly.

"Why?" he puzzles.

"Because I've done everything I want to do but one thing."

"What?" he asks, cocking his head to one side and studying her intently.

She beams and squeezes his hand again. "Settling down with you." She can see the way her words make him melt in the reflection of his eyes. "I was thinking maybe we can take some time when we go down for our reunion and look at some property, find a place to retire to after my run here is ended."

"Jess -- " he breathes. So many emotions war inside of him for dominance at one time. Nothing could make him happier than being able to settle down with this amazing woman and live out the rest of their years together, but he knows her. He knows there'll always be another cause for which she feels she has to take a stand, another injustice she has to fight, another wrong to right . . . She's never going to be able to settle down, but that doesn't mean that he won't be there right at her side for every step of the journey of her amazing life that's going to be inspiring the generations coming behind them for centuries to come.

"I'd love that," he finally answers, knowing they'll at least need some place to get away to on occasion. He'll let her figure out in her own time and her own ways that retirement will never be something she can willingly do. He kisses his wife's sweet lips, knowing how incredibly lucky he is and making a note to RSVP to Zack and Kelly's invitation to the reunion as soon as he has a few minutes to himself and her causes have her busy again.

Her lips open easily underneath his. Slater's tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting deep of her and wrapping around her tongue. Her moan encourages him to back her against her desk, but just before he can lift her to sit on the desk of the Oval Office, a knock sounds on the President's door. Jessie's eyes reopen even as her lips fall into a pout against his.

"Miss President, you're needed."

Her eyes roll. They both know what she's thinking, Of course I am, but it's all part of being the President and carving an easier way for the next young woman with big dreams to positively impact the world.

Slater smiles even as he humbly lifts his lips from hers. "It's all right," he says. "We're always have tonight," he adds in a whisper with a wink her people, who are already flowing through her open door, can not see. And they will have tonight. He'll wait up for her, no matter how long it takes for her to come back to him.

He kisses her forehead, then slips backward, taking his arms slowly from around his beautiful, treasured wife as he does so. He nods to her Vice President and Secretary before walking away, his head still held high and proud. After all, she may be their President. She may be shaping everybody's lives every day and saving lives almost as often. But she's his wife. He's the one to whom she'll always come home. He'll always be her Papa, and she will always be his Mama.

The End
Tags: saved bt bell: slater/jessi
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