Nathan returned home that evening, with Grace also accompanying him. The ride home had been quiet. As they pulled up to the house, he was greeted by a warm glow emanating from the windows. The door swung open before he even had a chance to step inside. Brian ran out, his little feet pounding against the driveway. “Mom!” he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement. Then his eyes found Nathan. “My hero!” Nathan bent down, scooping Brian into his arms, his heart swelling as the boy wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. “You did it! You’re the president!” Vanessa appeared in the doorway, her face lit with pride and joy. She stepped out to meet them, her gaze locking with Nathan’s. “Welcome home, Mr. President,” she teased him in a playful tone. Nathan chuckled, his arm wrapping around her waist as Brian clung to his other shoulder. “You look happy, First Lady,” he murmured, noting the sparkle in her eyes. “And you look exhausted, Mr. President,” she replied, gently brush