We both go back to eating and I decide to not bring up the college thing today. Last time we fought about it and he's about to leave for at least twenty-four hours. I don't want us parting on bad terms.

A knock sounds on the door before an agent steps through. "Mr. President?"

My dad stands. "I'm coming."

"I'll move the birthday party," I tell him as he gives me a big hug.

"Good, I don't want to miss it." I watch him leave and feel somewhat better. I can't believe July is pregnant. Now the ...