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When We Were Young

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We Were Young

Hillary entered the dressing room in yet another wedding dress. She made her way up to the full-length mirror.

“This is perfect!” Nancy beamed.

Her eyes met her friends in the mirror. “You’ve said that about the last eight dresses.”

“I mean it this time.” she came closer to her, fluffing out the bottom of the dress. “This is beautiful on you, Hils.”

She eyed her reflection. “I don’t know, Nance.” she bit at her bottom lip. “It really isn’t what I was going for. It’s white.”

“They can make it in a different color.”

Hillary could see Huma shaking her head in the background. “Huma?”

The young intern shrugged. “I don’t like it.” she said. “Makes you look old.”

“I am old compared to you, dear.”

“Grandma old.” she clarified. “Let me pick something?” she didn’t even wait for her boss’s answer before she left the room.

Nancy looked over at Hillary. “That one’s a keeper.” she told her. “She’ll make an excellent advisor for your campaign.”

Hillary shook her head. “You’re just trying to keep me in Washington.”

“Damn right.” she agreed. “What the hell am I going to do without you? Campaign for the Senator’s seat in New York. We both know you’d win.”

“We’ll see.”

Huma re-entered the room with an ivory colored dress. It was simple, but elegant. A lace bodice with a silk bottom, overlaid with chiffon. The back was open and the neckline dipped ever so slightly. The capped sleeves finished off the delicate look.

Hillary came out once again and made her way to the mirrors. “I love it.” she smiled, turning to look at the dress in the back. “This is the one. Thank you, Huma.”

Huma smiled. “You’re quite welcome.”

Nancy smiled and wrapped her arm around Huma’s waist. “Now that one is absolutely breathtaking.” she said. “You did good, kid.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Pelosi.”

“I think you’ve earned the right to call me Nancy.” she told her. “Now let’s get some champagne and celebrate!”


Bill and Chelsea looked over the array of rings in front of them. His eye kept coming back to a large, princess cut diamond. Hillary’s taste in jewelry had always been more modest. “I don’t know, Chels.” he sighed. “What do you think?”

“It’s hard to pick, dad.” And it really was. The selection was exquisite. “Which one do you like best?”

He pointed out his pick. “This one.”

“Wow.” she exhaled. “Not something I can really picture Mom picking out.”

“I know.” he sighed. “But there’s just something about it that I like.”

“Then that’s the one you should get.”

Bill picked the ring up, studying it from all angles. “You think she’ll like it?”

“I think she’ll love it.” she smiled at her dad. “Because you picked it out for her. Besides who wouldn’t love that rock.”

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Now we need to find a band to go with it.”

“It should have some color in it.” she suggested. “Just a little bit.”

“So, what do you know what the dress looks like?”

Chelsea just shook her head. “You’re the reason I couldn’t go with them today. Mom was afraid you would get me to tell you. And she really wants it to be a surprise.”


Bill straightened his tie for the ninth time. He wasn’t even this jumpy on their first wedding day. He couldn’t seem to calm his nerves.

“You’re not getting cold feet are you, Bill?” Al teased him. “It would be rather hard to get you out of the White House without anyone seeing you.”

He chuckled. “I’m just anxious.” He said. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this day. In fact, I didn’t even think it would come. I was so sure she would divorce me.”

Al clapped him on the shoulder. “Things always work out the way they’re supposed to.” he told him. “You should be thankful, you got your girl back.”

Bill nodded in agreement. “I’m not going to feel like it’s real until I slip these rings on her finger.”


Her hair was perfect. Her makeup was perfect. Her dress was perfect. She was perfect. A beautiful work of art.

“You look gorgeous.” Nancy told her. “Absolutely divine. I think you’re going to knock your groom on his ass.”

“Thank you, love.” she smiled. “And you’re welcome for not having to wear an ugly dress.”

Nancy twirled around in her gold silk dress. “It is lovely.” she said. “Now don’t forget there’s a clasp at the neck and at the lower back. Then buttons halfway down the back. And for God’s sake don’t rip the lace.”

“I remember.”

“Yeah you remember now.” she told her. “Who says you’re going to remember once you get to Camp David. Or in the limo ride there.”

“Oh, Nancy.” she sighed. “I wouldn’t take the dress off in the limo.”

Nancy shrugged. “That’s a lot of silk and chiffon to bunch up around your waist.”

Hillary laughed. “You’re awful.”

“I’m realistic.” she replied. “Bill’s request was downright cruel.”

“I think it was romantic.”

She laughed. “Like hell you did.”


It was a small, intimate gathering. Hillary refused to let anyone walk her down the aisle. Asserting that she belonged to no one but herself. And it didn’t matter to Bill because once she entered the room she’s the only one he could see anyway.

They exchanged traditional vows. And new wedding bands, just as she had suggested. They kissed soft and slow, perhaps lingering a little too long from their guests. And then hand in hand they walked down the aisle together. Ready to take on the rest of their lives together.

They were dancing the first dance of the evening. After much argument, they had agreed to a small reception with a formal dinner. Bill took her in his arms, pulling her close to him. Hillary could see the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, darling.” she gently touched his face. “I’m not going to run away. I’ve already got the ring and everything.”

He laughed softly, leaning into her. “You’re gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thank you.” she smiled. “You look very handsome.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely.” she replied. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”

Bill winked at her. “Just you wait until you see what I have planned.”

“Promises, promises.”

He waltzed her around the room. “Patience my love.” he told her. “It’ll be well worth your wait.”

“You better hope so.”


The entire bedroom was filled with red roses and glowing candlelight. Champagne was chilled in the bucket on the dresser and two glass waited to be filled. Hillary didn’t think they would ever arrive at their destination. Bill had held her in his arms the entire way, telling her how much he loved her. And while she loved every moment of it she was looking forward to being alone with him. As alone as they could be with Secret Service surrounding their every move.

“This is incredible.” Hillary smiled as she looked around the room. “You’ve thought of everything.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” he teased her.

She closed and locked the door behind them. “I gave the boys explicit instructions not to disturb us.”

He reached out for her and drew her into his arms. “Come here, I have something for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” she arched an eyebrow.

“I hope you like it.” he reached inside his breast pocket. “Because I love it.” he took the ring out and presented it to her. “I’m doing this in reverse, but will you remain my wife for the rest of my life?”

Her eyes immediately fell on the diamond. “Wow.” she breathed out. “That’s incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” he took her left hand in his. “What do you say?”

A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Well, let’s see how it fits first.”

He laughed. “Kind of like Cinderella.” he slid the ring down to rest on top of her wedding band. “What do you think, love?”

“Perfect fit.” she smiled up at him. “Must be true love.”

“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” his smile lit up the room. “Now, let’s pour some champagne, shall we?”

“That’s what you want to do?” she asked. “We’re completely alone and it is our wedding night.”

“And we have the entire night.” he reminded her. “We’re going to enjoy every moment of it. I intend to keep you up until the sun rises.”

And he did.