Chapter 11

Three things occurred the following year. First, Vanessa Anne Cunningham was born screaming and crying into this world. Unlike Elizabeth, Vanessa was a crier. It seemed like she was always wailing about something. Chris hired a nanny to take care of the children. She was a woman in her forties and showed great patience to the baby girls.

The problem with the birth of Vanessa, Gabrielle had such a difficult time dilating that it caused her great distress. It took two shots for her vagina to open up enough to push Vanessa down the canal. Gabrielle screamed in pain at each contraction. The doctors were considering a caesarian section when the head finally popped out. This caused Chris to make an appointment for a vasectomy so she'd never suffer again giving birth.

The second, with minimum campaigning, Garbrielle narrowly won another term in the House of Representatives. The reason was twofold. First was that she seldom flew back to her district to meet with her constituents because she was busy in DC doing her job. Except for Matt's being shot in the line of duty, she attended every session.

The final reason was Hugh Abbot, Jr. kept telling the people in the district that Gabrielle Cunningham didn't have them at heart. It was a clear lie but many people believed him. Almost enough to topple her on election day. She won in a landslide the first time, but received only 52% of the vote for re-election.

Gabrielle learned a valuable lesson in politics. Never try to do it all alone. The Speaker of the House came out to her district to get her to lose the seat and put it back into the Democratic fold again. Gabrielle was a unique person and could only get away with it just once. Now that she was established in Washington, D.C. she was expected to perform. The day after the election, she flew back to do as promised. Unknown to the Speaker Gabrielle sat in the coach section and not in first class. Being just a sprite of a woman, the person next to her was small too so they didn't bother each other.

"Gaby, good going, baby," Chris met her after she cleared Reagan Airport. He leaned down and hugged her following with a nice soft kiss.

"It was a lot closer than I thought," she said, allowing herself to be led to an awaiting car driven by one of her staff. She climbed in and slid over for her husband's big hulk to get settled. "How are the girls?" she asked closing the barrier between front and back so they could have privacy.

"You asked me that ten minutes before the flight landed," he said.

"So I'm asking again," she gave him a playful slap on his arm.

"They're okay. Healthy, strong, stupendous, and all of that. So when can you and me fuck?"

"If you're good, twenty minutes. If you're bad, ten," she yawned.

"If you're too tired, we can put it off until later."

"I need an injection from that long, thick thing of yours. It'll help me sleep. I've got to speak on the floor tomorrow."

"An in your face directed at the Bitch of the Bay?"

"Exactly," she lay her head on his arm and promptly fell asleep.

"I arrived back here yesterday. I noticed a certain Speaker of the House sitting in first class while I sat in coach which saved the taxpayers over one thousand dollars. The Speaker walked onto the flight but staggered off..."

"You're not going to say that shit, are you?" Chris asked, petting Jaws, a Bichon Frise, he bought for the kids. So far she could give as good as she got from her human playmates.