Leavitt Set to Depart Trump Admin For Brief Maternity Leave
The most prominent figure in the White House briefing room is expected to step back temporarily in the coming months. Karoline Leavitt, who became the youngest press secretary in U.S. history, is expecting her second child, a daughter, due in May.
Her anticipated leave has prompted speculation in Washington about who will assume briefing duties in her absence, with several potential successors emerging from within the press office.
Deputy Press Secretary Anna Kelly is widely viewed as a leading internal candidate. She joined the White House in January after serving in senior communications roles at the Republican National Committee and in the House of Representatives, according to a Saturday report.
Kelly also serves as a special assistant to Donald Trump, a role noted on her social media profile and one that places her in close proximity to senior decision-making within the administration. Her background extends beyond government and political communications. In 2019, Kelly was crowned Miss State Fair of Virginia, a title she used to promote civic engagement among young Americans.
“In today’s polarized political climate, it is our job to step up to the plate and work to ensure the government we receive is a good one,” she told the Fairfax Times.
“It is my goal as Miss State Fair of Virginia to show young people that, contrary to what they might believe, we do have a voice and it’s about time we used it,” Kelly, a graduate of Auburn University in Alabama, added.Assistant Press Secretary Taylor Rogers is also viewed as a potential option. A graduate of Clemson University, she joined the White House at the start of Donald Trump’s second term after working for nearly two years at the Republican National Committee.
Rogers has been seen working closely with Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt, including appearances in the Oval Office, and maintains an active social media presence documenting her role in the administration.
Regional Press Secretary Liz Huston represents another potential candidate. An Indiana University graduate, she joined the administration from StateRAMP, a cybersecurity organization where she worked as a program manager following an internship.
Leavitt has not publicly outlined a timeline for her expected leave from daily briefing duties, offering no formal announcement on when she plans to step back. She has, however, shared some personal updates.
According to the UK’s Daily Mail, Leavitt recently celebrated her baby shower and posted photos from the event, including an image with her mother, Erin, alongside close friends.
“My beautiful friends threw me a beautiful baby shower, and I couldn’t be more grateful,” she wrote. “I feel blessed to have so many strong and loving women in my life and can’t believe we will welcome our little lady into the world in a few weeks.”In December, Leavitt announced on Instagram that she and her husband, businessman Nicholas Riccio, are expecting a girl. She described the news as “the greatest Christmas gift we could ever ask for.”
“My husband and I are thrilled to grow our family and can’t wait to watch our son become a big brother,” Leavitt wrote. The couple’s first child, a son named Niko, was born in July 2024.
Leavitt took the opportunity to publicly thank the administration’s leadership when announcing her pregnancy. She credited President Trump and Chief of Staff Susie Wiles with building “a pro-family environment in the White House.”
She then closed the post with a note of personal anticipation: “2026 is going to be a great year, and I’m so excited to be a girl mom.”
After the announcement, the president’s daughter-in-law, Lara Trump, told Fox News that Leavitt had no plans to leave the administration. “Karoline Leavitt is a machine, she’s going nowhere,” Lara told host Lisa Booth, going on to say that Leavitt quickly returned to the Trump campaign after the birth of her son last year.
Renata’s piano festival was supposed to be the pride of the Cárdenas family.
Renata’s piano festival was supposed to be the pride of the Cárdenas family.
That afternoon, their house in Zapopan smelled of hairspray, expensive perfume, and nervous excitement. In the living room, uncles talked loudly. In the kitchen, Grandma arranged flowers. And by the front entrance, Don Ernesto, Renata’s maternal grandfather, proudly showed off his navy-blue suit as if he were about to receive an award.
Tomás Cárdenas, Renata’s father, was in his bedroom adjusting his tie when his phone vibrated on the bed.
It was a message from his eight-year-old daughter.
“Dad, come upstairs. But come alone. Close the door.”
Tomás stared at the screen.
Renata never texted like that.
She usually sent kitten stickers, voice messages singing off-key, or texts filled with hearts. This message felt different.
It felt scared.
From downstairs, his wife Sofía called out:
“Tomás! My dad is already waiting. Don’t make Renata late again!”
He didn’t answer.
A knot tightened in his chest.
For months, Renata had been acting differently. She no longer wanted to visit her grandparents. She refused to sit next to Don Ernesto. Whenever he showed up on Sundays with chocolates and hundred-peso bills, she would hide behind Tomás.
Sofía always brushed it off.
“My father is strict, but he adores her,” she would say. “Stop being paranoid.”
Tomás wanted to believe her.
But that message made him walk down the hallway with heavy legs.
When he opened Renata’s bedroom door, he found her standing beside the closet. Her lilac festival dress lay untouched on the bed. She was wearing an old unicorn T-shirt and shorts.
Her eyes were red.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” he asked, kneeling beside her. “Are you hurt?”
Renata glanced nervously at the door.
“Promise me you won’t let anyone come in.”
Tomás swallowed hard.
“I promise.”
She pressed her lips together.
“And promise me you’ll believe me.”
That plea shattered something inside him.
“I will always believe you.”
Renata took a shaky breath.
Then she slowly turned around and lifted her shirt.
Tomás felt the floor disappear beneath him.
His daughter’s back was covered in marks.
Yellow bruises. Purple stains. Red lines. Finger-shaped marks pressed into her small skin.
They didn’t look like playground injuries.
They looked like punishment.
They looked like the hands of an adult.
Tomás wanted to scream. He wanted to run downstairs and destroy walls, faces—anything.
But Renata wasn’t waiting for anger.
She was waiting for protection.
“Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice breaking.
Renata closed her eyes.
“Grandpa Ernesto.”
The name hit him like a stone.
Don Ernesto Salvatierra.
Sofía’s father.
The respected businessman. The man who donated to charities. The man who gave speeches about family values. The man everyone greeted respectfully at church.
“Since when?” Tomás whispered.
“Since March.”
“Does your mom know?”
Renata lowered her eyes.
That silence burned through his soul.
Before he could ask another question, someone knocked on the door.
“Renata?” Sofía called from outside. “Come on, sweetheart. Your grandfather wants to see you in your dress. He says he bought you a bracelet.”
The little girl shrank as if the voice itself had struck her.
Tomás stood and opened the door just a crack.
Sofía was smiling.
But the moment she saw his face, all the color drained from hers.
“What’s wrong?”
Tomás opened the door wider.
Renata was still standing there, her shirt lifted, her bruised back exposed.
Sofía froze.
For two seconds, she looked like a terrified mother.
Then she said a sentence that destroyed everything:
“Renata, I told you not to show that to your father.”
Chapter 2: The Mother’s Choice
The room felt suddenly too small.
Tomás stared at his wife as if he had never seen her before.
Behind him, Renata slowly lowered her shirt.
The bruises disappeared beneath the fabric.
But the image remained burned into his mind.
Sofía's face had gone pale.
Neither of them spoke for several seconds.
Downstairs, music drifted through the house. Family members laughed. Glasses clinked.
Life continued as if nothing had happened.
As if a little girl hadn't just revealed a nightmare.
"What did you just say?" Tomás finally asked.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Sofía stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind her.
"Tomás..."
"No."
He shook his head.
"What did you mean by that?"
Sofía looked toward Renata.
The little girl immediately moved closer to her father.
That small movement shattered something inside Tomás.
Children instinctively move toward safety.
And Renata had chosen him.
Not her mother.
Sofía noticed it too.
Her eyes filled with tears.
"You don't understand."
"Then explain it."
The tension inside the room became unbearable.
Finally, Sofía sat on the edge of the bed.
For the first time in years, she looked exhausted.
Not elegant.
Not confident.
Broken.
"When I was ten years old," she whispered, "my father did the same thing to me."
Tomás froze.
Renata's eyes widened.
The world seemed to stop turning.
"What?"
Sofía covered her face.
"He hit me whenever I disappointed him."
Silence.
"He said it was discipline."
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"He said successful families needed strong children."
Tomás could barely breathe.
"You knew?"
Sofía nodded.
Every movement felt like a knife.
"I knew."
Renata began crying.
"Mom..."
The little girl's voice trembled.
"Why didn't you stop him?"
Sofía broke completely.
A sob escaped her chest.
Because she had no answer.
Or maybe she did.
Fear.
Fear had controlled her entire life.
Fear of disappointing her father.
Fear of losing his approval.
Fear of confronting the man everyone else admired.
Fear had become stronger than motherhood.
And now the cost stood in front of her.
An eight-year-old girl covered in bruises.
Tomás stepped between them.
His voice became ice.
"You allowed him near our daughter."
Sofía cried harder.
"I thought he would never do it again."
Again.
That word echoed through the room.
Again.
Not once.
Not twice.
A pattern.
A cycle.
A family secret.
Tomás looked at Renata.
Then at his wife.
Then toward the staircase leading downstairs.
Toward Don Ernesto.
The respected businessman.
The generous donor.
The perfect grandfather.
The monster.
Without another word, Tomás walked out of the room.
Chapter 3: The Festival Ends
The piano festival never happened.
At least not the way everyone expected.
Tomás descended the staircase slowly.
Every relative turned to look at him.
The house was decorated with flowers.
Crystal glasses sparkled beneath warm lights.
A banner reading "Congratulations Renata" hung across the wall.
And standing proudly in the center of it all was Don Ernesto.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Enjoying the attention.
Tomás walked directly toward him.
The room gradually grew quiet.
Don Ernesto noticed.
"Where's my little pianist?" he asked cheerfully.
Tomás stopped only inches away.
The old man smiled.
Then the smile vanished.
Because of Tomás's eyes.
"Get out."
The room froze.
Don Ernesto frowned.
"What?"
"Get out of my house."
A nervous laugh escaped from one of the relatives.
Surely this was a joke.
It wasn't.
"Tomás..."
Don Ernesto straightened his posture.
"Watch your tone."
Tomás stepped closer.
"No."
The businessman looked around.
Embarrassed.
Confused.
Angry.
"You seem upset."
Upset.
The word nearly made Tomás laugh.
Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Earlier, while speaking to Renata, he had quietly started recording.
The room filled with a child's trembling voice.
"...Grandpa Ernesto."
Every guest turned toward the staircase.
Renata stood there beside her mother.
Silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
The room held its breath.
Tomás pressed play again.
"...Since March."
Then another recording.
"...Mom knows."
The silence became deafening.
Don Ernesto's face drained of color.
One aunt covered her mouth.
A cousin began crying.
The old man immediately pointed at Renata.
"She's lying."
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
For the first time in his life, Don Ernesto seemed uncertain.
"You believe a child over me?"
Tomás took one step forward.
"Yes."
The answer landed like thunder.
Then another voice interrupted.
Sofía's.
"I believe her too."
Every head turned.
Sofía walked slowly down the staircase.
She looked at her father.
The man she had feared her entire life.
And finally said the words she should have spoken years ago.
"You did it to me too."
The room exploded.
People gasped.
Several relatives began arguing.
Others stared in disbelief.
Don Ernesto looked trapped.
Cornered.
Exposed.
For the first time, nobody saw a respected businessman.
They saw exactly what he was.
A frightened old man whose power depended on silence.
And silence had just ended.
Chapter 4: The Investigation
Police arrived that evening.
Nobody left.
Nobody wanted to.
The truth was finally emerging after decades.
Don Ernesto denied everything.
Then denied it again.
And again.
But victims often carry evidence long after bruises fade.
Renata spoke to child protection specialists.
Sofía gave a statement.
Then something unexpected happened.
Another relative came forward.
A cousin.
Then another.
Then an aunt.
Stories buried for thirty years began surfacing.
Patterns emerged.
Witnesses emerged.
Memories emerged.
The perfect image Don Ernesto had spent a lifetime building started collapsing brick by brick.
Within weeks, investigators uncovered enough evidence to pursue charges.
News outlets picked up the story.
The respected businessman became front-page news.
Former employees spoke.
Former neighbors spoke.
Former family friends spoke.
Each revelation made the picture clearer.
People had always known something was wrong.
They simply chose not to see it.
Because seeing it would have required action.
And action is uncomfortable.
Especially when the person responsible is powerful.
Chapter 5: Renata Plays
Six months later.
The piano festival was rescheduled.
Different venue.
Different audience.
Different life.
Renata sat backstage wearing the same lilac dress.
This time, she wasn't afraid.
Tomás knelt beside her.
"You ready?"
She smiled nervously.
"A little."
"That's enough."
She laughed.
The first real laugh he had heard from her in months.
When her name was announced, she walked onto the stage.
Hundreds of people filled the auditorium.
The lights seemed brighter.
The piano seemed larger.
For a moment she froze.
Then she spotted her parents.
Both of them.
Together.
Supporting her.
Protecting her.
Believing her.
And suddenly she felt brave.
Her fingers touched the keys.
The music began.
Soft.
Beautiful.
Strong.
The audience fell silent.
Not because they knew her story.
Most didn't.
But because pain has a strange way of creating depth.
And every note carried something she had fought to reclaim.
Freedom.
Hope.
Childhood.
When she finished, the audience erupted into applause.
People stood.
Cheered.
Celebrated.
But the proudest people in the room were sitting in the front row.
Tomás and Sofía.
Both crying.
Both smiling.
Both healing.
Epilogue: The Promise
Years later, Renata would barely remember the details of that terrible day.
The flowers.
The dress.
The festival.
The fear.
Some memories faded.
Others remained.
But one memory stayed crystal clear.
The moment her father said:
"I will always believe you."
Those five words changed her life.
Because children do not need perfect parents.
They need parents who listen.
Parents who protect.
Parents who choose them over comfort.
Over reputation.
Over family pressure.
Over fear.
Don Ernesto eventually faced justice.
The family was never the same again.
Some relationships ended.
Others grew stronger.
But one thing became certain.
The cycle ended with Renata.
Years later, when she performed her first professional piano concert, she dedicated the evening to a simple message printed in the program:
"For every child who was afraid to speak, and every adult who finally chose to listen."
The audience applauded.
But in the front row, Tomás simply smiled.
Because he knew something no one else did.
The bravest thing his daughter had ever done wasn't performing on stage.
It was telling the truth.
And the bravest thing he had ever done was believing her.
The End.
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