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Just a Coincidence

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It is well at every given moment to seek the limits in our lives.
And once those limits are understood
To understand that limitations no longer exist.
Earth could be fair. And you and I must be free
Not to save the world in a glorious crusade
Not to kill ourselves with a nameless gnawing pain
But to practice with all the skill of our being
The art of making possible.


The class of 2004 stood up with a roaring applause when Hillary stepped down from the podium and shook hands with all the school officials and guests in the stage after she wrapped up her inspiring and challenging speech. Her speech buckled the tradition of heart-warming and congratulatory speeches delivered by commencement speakers, all class valedictorians, through the years. Her speech, instead, focused on challenging their class to break the norms, to the leaders and agents of change, to speak out for what they believed in. It made several people in the room squirm, including another speaking at their graduation, but Hillary didn’t care. The class was with her, and it was all she needed.

When Hillary went back to her seat in the audience, Bill caught her eye and the first thing he did was to mouth, “Congrats. I love you,” to her. She prayed that she didn’t blush in front of her classmates and parents. Good thing she was a shortie and the heights of the other students obscured the view of the parents who were sitting at the back, some of who were shaking their heads and clicking their tongues for her speech that they thought was radical and subversive.

When the graduation ceremony concluded, the students ripped their mortarboards off their heads and threw them up in the air, watching them fall to the ground like snow. Hillary, Bill, Betsy, John, Joe, Jill, Al, and Tipper all converged to a corner of the school grounds for their last group hug as high school students.

“I love so much guys,” said Hillary.

“Me too,” seconded Betsy.

“Me three,” concurred Joe.

“You guys are the best”, said Jill.

“Spring break again, next year?” asked John.

“Definitely. And I’ll be joining you this time around,” said Bill.

“Cancun pleaaaaase,” begged Hillary.

“YES PLEASE,” said Tipper.

“If we can bring our baby,” Betsy rubbed her huge belly. She was due in five months.

“You can leave your baby with Mom. She’s excited to have another baby around. It’s been too long,” Hillary assured.

“Yay!” exclaimed an excited Betsy.

“I must say, Hillary,” Joe said, “you were amazing in that speech, Hillary. You blew me away!”

The girls, except for Hillary, were uniformly horrified by what Joe had just said, and Bill, John, and Al jumped in front of Hillary like Secret Service, intimidating Joe.

“Heh! Sorry,” Joe squeaked, sweating bullets.

“Uhm, guys, what’s happening?”

“Let’s just say Joe’s a pervert,” Bill said with gritted teeth.

“Ewwww, Joe!” Hillary remarked in disgust, blissfully unaware of Joe’s ‘offense’.

“Anyway,” Bill tried to change the topic, “let’s get changed and then party at my house later?”

“Yes!” the group roared in delight.

“You all know your assignments, right?” Bill reminded them.

“Cookies! And cake!” Hillary and Betsy raised their hands.

“Mac and cheese!” Al said. “My mom makes the best pasta!”

“A truckload of chips and a variety of dips,” said Jill.

“Popcorn and fries!” Tipper volunteered.  

“Condoms!” Joe joked.

The guys held on to their girlfriends, and Jill backed off from Joe a bit.

“Heh? Sorry again?” Joe squeaked.

 28 years later, Hilton Hotel, Washington D.C.

“Most likely to divorce: Bill Clinton and Hillary Rodham. Now where did that come from?!” Bill, now President Clinton, read passages from their yearbook as the audience, comprising of his classmates, howled with laughter. They were having their reunion in one of the poshest hotels in DC, and everybody was present, except for Donald Trump, who was in jail for orchestrating Ponzi scheme in New York, and Kellyanne Conway, who was just indicted for lying to the FBI to protect Trump. Her minions, Tomi and Ann, were still blond and practically indistinguishable from each other. They went viral on the internet when they posted a video of themselves crying when Phyllis Schlaffy died. The video got ten million hits, with the majority of the viewers laughing at them.

“You just voted us to piss us off!” said Bill on the microphone.


“Hey, shut up, Joe. Like you’re the one to talk!” Bill called out Joe.

“We still can’t believe she hasn’t left you!” another classmate shouted from another corner of the room.

Hillary silently giggled in her seat. True, true, she hasn’t left him. Or maybe she would. She had always told people that she would live Bill after he finished serving his third term as president.

“Hey, you and me buddy, you and me,” was Bill’s response. Indeed, he couldn’t believe that she still hadn’t left her. Through ups and downs, he had still been with him. There had been episodes that they thought they couldn’t make it, but in the end, their love had always seen them through.

The crowd roared with laughter, lifting their glasses to toast to their most famous classmate.

“To Bill,” said one of their classmates.

“To Bill!” everybody followed. Hillary, who was sitting on the table closest to the stage, was beaming at her husband, bursting with pride.

As she gulped her red wine, she couldn’t help but reminisce for far she and Bill had come since that fateful day at the cafeteria. Never in a million years did she think that after that incident, she could one day be his wife, let alone the First Lady of the United States.  Each day with Bill was filled with a different adventure. Never a boring moment with him. She as proud to stand alongside him every step of the way. She wouldn’t trade a second away from Bill even with all the gold in the world.

Once Bill’s speech was done, he went down from the stage and stood next to her, kissing her on the cheek. She was looking at him the same way she looked at him during their wedding, and every day since. The passion, the desire was never lost. And Bill, he never failed to make her feel special. He was her President, her Chief Counsel, and Secret Service all rolled up into one. And not to mention, her very own chef. Even with his duties as President, he had always seen to it that he had ample time to listen and attend to her. Constant communication, he thought, was the key to a long and lasting marriage.   

“That was amazing, Billy,” Hillary whispered in his ear as the crowd went to the dance floor for a 2000’s style prom dancing.

“I’m glad you liked it, Hilly. I thought I came off too smug,” he said.

“Nah, you deserve it. You’re the President after all. Presidential privileges,” she teased.

“I figured out as much,” he chuckled. “Say, why don’t we go to the dance floor, for old time’s sake?”

“Do you need to pick my name from a box or something?” she giggled.

“Nope. I think I’m good,” Bill rubbed his hands. “Shall we?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Hillary raised a brow.”


Bill buttoned his tux and rubbed his palms once more. He stroked his belly, creating friction against the cloth of the coat. Once he felt that his hands were warm enough, Hillary extended her hand to him. At the slightest touch of their fingers, static electricity surged between them, causing them both to jump.

“See Hilly? We still have spark,” Bill quipped.

“I know,” said Hillary who was shaking the last traces of electricity off her hand. She was a little shaken but very much amused. “God, Billy. You rubbed your belly extra hard this time.”

 “Yeah. Or maybe it has extra stored energy from all the fat deposited in there?” he joked.

“Oh, that is a very likely explanation. Good thing nobody has mistaken you for being pregnant instead of me,” she retorted.

“Why would anyone mistake you for being pregnant?” Bill asked indignantly. It took a full three seconds for him to realize what he just had said, and when he did, his eyes were huge as saucers. Hillary was smiling as if she was hiding something.

“Honey,” Bill was already shaking. “Are you pregnant?”

Hillary shrugged, still smiling. “Oh, I don’t know Honey. I just have a vague recollection of us having unprotected sex on our first night at the White House. I don’t know what to make of that.”

Amused at Bill’s reaction and enjoying his torture, Hillary left for the dance floor, but not without sneakily leaving a pregnancy test in his hand.

When Hillary was gone from his sight, it was only then when Bill had the courage and faculty to look at what Hillary just handed him.

Bill’s heart stopped.