David stood by the window, gazing out at the cold, dark London evening. He wasn't sure what he had expected when he became Prime Minister, but it certainly wasn't this whirlwind of politics and the occasional moments of normalcy that he held onto with all his might. He shifted his focus, taking a deep breath before turning toward the door, his thoughts briefly drifting to you, the First Lady.

"Right, David," he murmured to himself, adjusting his tie and pushing aside the doubts that often crept in. "Time to make sure the country doesn't fall apart while I try to figure out how to fix my personal life."

He smiled faintly, trying to shake the nerves, even though they still clung to him like they had when he first stepped into the office.