[11/2/2023] [5:00 AM]
[Federal Prime Minister’s Residence; Twenty-First Pepin Street; C.D.; Federation of the Southern Coast]
The wake up alarm blares from Jeanne’s phone, the human’s arm stretches over to the nightstand to turn it off. Waking up has always been one of Jeanne’s favorite part of the day as much as it was her wife, Aurélia’s most dreaded part of the day. However, they of course both have jobs that require them to be up before the sunrises over the sea. Jeanne Pierre being the Federal Prime Minister of the Federation and her lovely wife Aurélia being kindergarten teacher for a nearby school. As Jeanne started to get up from the bed, she felt her wife try to pull her back down to bed by grabbing her arm.
“It’s the weekend, Jeanne come back to bed.” Aurélia said in a tired tone of voice, weakly attempting to pull her down.
“I’m the Federal Prime Minister honey, I don’t have weekends anymore.” Jeanne’s tone of voice was more awake, already preparing the checklist of what she is doing today.
“Five more minutes.” Aurélia tried to negotiate with her wife to sleep just for a few more moments.
“No can do, I have a full schedule today.” Jeanne gave her wife a kiss, standing up straight and got off the bed. Then head towards the closet to pick out a suit. Her suit wardrobe of course, was all the same suit and it made very little difference which suit she actually picked but she liked just taking a few minutes to look through them. To spend a few more moments alone with her wife before she is surrounded by security and politicians. Thankfully, it was Saturday and by Federal law, no parliamentarian or politician cannot make an official request to have a meeting with her on the weekends. However private gatherings such as inviting her to have lunch or dinner are still allowed. Of course emergencies and foreign events still cause a meeting for her. Weekends were a day for politicking but just not the official kind.
Her wife came up to her and gave a hug, resting her head on Jeanne’s shoulder. “Can we have breakfast at our usual spot?”
“I will have it delivered.” Jeanne reached with her hand to scratch Aurélia’s nekomimi ears.
Aurélia gave a small pur, leaning into the human’s hand. “I was thinking we could go out this time like old times.”
Jeanne thought about it for a moment, “We would have to request security to secure the place for, it could take quite a bit of time honey. Are you sure your stomach can wait that long?” Jeanne jokes, though her tone and face made it sound like an insult. Her wife of course, knew that she was and gave a small poke at Jeanne’s side.
“I asked our security to have the café secure for us to visit last night before bed.” Aurélia gave a small smirk, “So no backing out this time. It would be good for you to see how normal people eat again, you know. Not politicians, kinda people.”
“Are you saying I’m not a normal Aurélia?” Jeanne gave a smirk though it looked like on her face she was incredibly angry, due to unfortunate facial features making her look like she is always angry.
“Sweetie, I love you but you tried to make a deal with me to pass the salt to you at dinner last night.” Aurélia started to dress herself with much more casual clothing than Jeanne’s suit. Jeans, t-shirt and a cardigan.
“You were a strong negotiator, I think you missed your calling Aurélia.” Jeanne gave her wife a kiss and put on her suit jacket.
“Well, I suppose I already work with children so I don’t think I would notice the change.” Aurélia took her wife’s hand. “Let’s get ready, make sure to take your vitamins, you look pale.”
“I always look pale.” The FPM rolled her eyes as she fixed her slim red tie.
“It’s because you never get enough sun.” Aurélia held her wife’s hand taking a closer look at her paleness.
“It’s always raining Aurélia.” Jeanne wasn’t lying, it truly is always raining in the capital district of the Federation. Even now there is a small flood of water pouring from the clouds onto the massive city.
“Well… That is fair.” Aurélia agreed, stepping into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Followed by Jeanne behind her. The bathroom had two sinks, which each of the Pierres went to. Getting ready for the morning day, “So you asked Barbet last night for us to go to the café? Without me knowing?” Jeanne turned her head as she was brushing her white hair looking at Aurélia who was brushing her teeth.
Aurélia gave a nod, mumbling a “Uh-huh.” As she brushed her teeth. Jeanne spoke up again, “Sneaky little minx you are.” To which Aurélia gave a smirk in response.
[Chat de café]
Café cat was exactly what it sounded like. A café filled with cats and Aurélia wanted to always to pet each one of the furry little creatures. The steely eyed Jeanne however, only ever liked a single cat that was there. A complete menace to society with four legs who liked to hide up top in the cat walkway above the door and swipe at customers’ hats as they walked in. The owners of the store call the old menace ‘Dragoon’ but Jeanne calls her favorite.
The café itself was layered in security by the FPM Service, every entrance or exit having a trio of agents guarding it. As the convoy pulled into front of the brick building, an agent stepped out of the front car ahead of Jeanne’s armored limousine. The tall agent gave a nod to the front agent of the café’s glass door. The pair of agents in the café itself stepped out and opened the limousine’s door to let the pair of them out and guided them to the safety of a dozen fat cats lounging around the place.
Café has never changed since Jeanne first visited here as a parliamentarian all those years ago. Same walkways along the walls, the cat tree in the middle of the room and the wooden spruce shop counter in the back with a large orange cat plumped down in by the store owner.
The store owner, Judith Ulven, was an elf from Østland. The seemingly harmless old elven woman was petting the same orange cat she always was. Despite her pleasant attitude, she was an accomplished military officer who fought in the Unification Wars alongside Pépin Morel, the first prime minister of the Federation and a founding father of Monarcho-Socialism. Among a handful of other conflicts the Federation has been involved with.
Aurélia quickly went up to the shopkeeper and patted the orange fur ball while Jeanne spoke up to order the food. However Judith just waved her hand and rolled her eyes before Jeanne spoke. Already having their usual selection of coffee made and breakfast ready. Pulling it from below the counter out of sight and most importantly away from the four legged chaos causers.
Jeanne took the tray silently, giving a nod as thanks. Aurélia picked up the orange fur ball and walked with Jeanne to a table. All while the guards are carefully watching the windows and doors. Placing the tray down on the table, Jeanne looked around for her favorite.
“Mrs. Ulven, where is Dragoon?” She looked above at the catwalk above the entrance, seeing the famously anti-hat cat is missing.
“Ah, you can just call me Judith dear. Dragoon moved on to knocking people’s hats off in Valhalla.” Judith spoke in a solemn tone.
“Oh…” Jeanne seemed touched by the loss, though once again her face and tone didn’t match her feelings on the matter. Aurélia kept stroking the cat named ‘cheesepuff’ as she reached out her hand to hold Jeanne’s own hand. “Are you okay dear?”
“I am, Snow.” Jeanne gave a show of confidence though it struggled to get through her rough features. She hands the coffee to her wife. “Sugar?” Jeanne picked up a packet of sugar and offered it to her wife.
“Yes?” Aurélia perked her ears up and faced towards her wife and away from the greedy cat in her lap. Then looked at Jeanne’s hand to see the packet. “Oh!” She gave a small laugh, accepting the sugar. Tearing it open and pouring it into her coffee. Jeanne tried to give a smile but it failed to go through. Jeanne took a sip of her black coffee.
“Have you been keeping up with your smiling exercises?” Aurélia looked at her wife, stirring her cup with a spoon.
“I’ve been really busy with the RCEU, Together Lapérouse and Bassot Plan. So many things in the world are turning for the better of the country. Not to mention the next big steps in the works. I just haven’t had the time.” Jeanne straight up her back, taking a bite of her tofu sandwich.
Aurélia gave a small sigh, taking a bite of her sandwich. “That’s my Jeanne, always working.”
Jeanne isn’t emotionally stunted, she can see her wife’s reaction. “Do you remember our time at the anniversary party for his Majesty? With Ny’Kandenor and her puffin plushie? I have talked to some of the other ministers and we’re going to make her into the Royal Guardian of Gilles’ Island. The animal sanctuary for the puffins.”
That brought the kemonomimi’s mood upwards. “That will certainly make her ecstatic, but I didn’t think we had a royal guardian title for that or any royal guardian titles anywhere honestly.” She tilted her head at Jeanne, giving a playful smirk.
“Well, it is the first and only title of its kind.” Jeanne sips her coffee again trying to look away from her wife’s playful gaze.
“Oh my, is my Jeanne softing up? For a child nevertheless too.” Aurélia’s smirk widened into a bright smile. “I knew there is a little puffin plushie somewhere inside your heart.”
“Oh hush you. I have you know my heart is cold as steel still. This is completely politically motivated and not at all to do with her holding hostage with Puffin facts.” Jeanne rolled eyes and sipped her coffee.
“Of course, of course. The Côtois Federal Prime Minister is always ahead of the political game, gotta get the kids involved early. Just like you pushing for Future Gardeners of Lapérouse or encouraging story reading at schools. I still have that photo of you reading to the kids saved on my wallpaper by the way.” Aurélia nudged Jeanne’s arm, “Completely politically motivated of course, absolutely no soft spots for children at all.”
“Correct, I am a woman without heart or emotions besides rage.” Jeanne playfully nudged her wife back. Thinking for a moment, then the human spoke again. “His majesty is blessed to have so many children.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?” Aurélia gave a curious glance towards her wife.
“Well, he gets to guide his kids directly through life and see the joy they go through. All the little fun the tiny terrors will cause. Also spirits bless them, those little shoes Ny’Kandenor was wearing.” Jeanne spoke in her usual tone but even a person not familiar with her unusual tone and facial features could see she was gushing.
Aurélia’s smile widened, “It almost sounds like you want to have a few tiny terrors yourself.”
Jeanne gave a sigh, “I am just worried we won’t have time. That I won’t have time for them.”
Her wife, placed cheesepuff down on the floor and stood up from her chair. Walking over to her wife, and gave her a tight hug. Resting her head on Jeanne’s shoulder. “Perhaps, you don’t have time for every little thing for them but if his majesty can find time for his almost a dozen children. We can find time between the two of us for our own children.”
“Perhaps, I want to think about this and talk to some friends first before I can give a firm answer.” Jeanne reached up to scratch her wife’s nekomimi ears.
“Ah you mean Ronningen and your parents?” Aurélia teased.
“Hey, Ronningen isn’t a friend. He’s an employee of mine.” Jeanne kissed her wife’s cheek.
“Okay but when we talk to your parents, let’s do it in person okay?” Aurélia spoke in a soft tone.
“Ah, you are going to leave me to deal with Ronningen alone?”
“He is your employee is he not?” Aurélia returned to her seat across from Jeanne. Already designing the children’s bedroom in her mind.
“Three at max Aurélia.” Jeanne stares with a concerned look in her eyes at her wife.
“At first, yes.” Aurélia gives a smirk and sips her tea.