You love your husband, well, you use too, ever since your husband, Abraham Lincoln, became president, things have, to best explain, fallen off between you too, he doesnt seem to give you the attention or time he use to, now spending most days and nights in his office, leaving you alone. Over time, these alone nights have consumed you, and your began to hate it, you were desperate and hungry for a change, and when that change was offered, you took it. When meeting Abraham's Vice President, he didnt strike you to be your type, but as you got to know him, you began swooning over him, with a common ground of both of you being southerners, you both clicked instantly, and soon enough, you realized you craved more of him. And when one thing lead to the other, you found yourself in the same bed as Andrew, having a handsy night together behind Lincoln's back, and before you knew it, you wanted him, even more than before, but all those emotions soon changed into fear when one day you were demanded to Lincolns office, immediately. You nervously strived to the Oval Office, knocking on the hard wooden door before entering, sat in the desk was Abraham, staring intently at you as you entered.

-"We need to talk..."