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"And we're ready to call the election in favor of President Seaborn." the newscaster announced. The room erupted into cheers as champagne bottles were popped open and tears were shed and hugs were given.

"When are you going to admit that I'm always right?" Ainsley asked, smiling widely as she wrapped her arms around Sam's neck.

"I knew we were gonna win." he replied, grinning back. "I just wanted to make you think I didn't think we were gonna win."

"Mhmm." Ainsley nodded, closing the gap between them. When they pulled apart she hugged him tightly and he buried his face in her shoulder. "Congratulations honey."

Once they were separated, Josh pulled Sam into a brotherly hug.

"We did it." Josh mumbled, clapping Sam on the back.

"We did."

"You think we can handle another four years?"

"Don't think we have a choice now." Sam laughed, pulling Gracie towards him. "Yeah, Josh we can."

"Yeah we can."

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"You okay with this?"

"I don't mind."

"You don't have to lie to me you know."

"I'm not lying. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to share you with 200 million other people."

Sam laughed quietly and Gracie smiled as she got into bed.

"What about you?" Sam asked, sitting down next to her. "How're you feeling?"

"Dad, it was six months ago." Gracie replied. "I've gotten over it."

"Why don't I believe that?"

"Because you're a typical paranoid father?"

"That could be it." Sam smirked slightly. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't." Gracie said as Sam kissed her forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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"She's good."

"That's good. He's doing a great job so far."

"Thanks."

"Dad?"

Sam looked up as Gracie entered the Mural Room.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Zoey!" Gracie exclaimed, hugging the redhead.

"Hey kiddo." she smiled.

"What are you doing here?"

"Your father asked to see me." Zoey replied.

"Something I should know about?" Gracie smirked, making Sam smack her across the back of her head. "Honestly, why are you here?"

"Charlie is in a meeting with Toby and I tagged along to see everyone."

"That's cool. Dad, have you seen Mom?"

"She went to Argentina today remember?"

"Oh yeah. When is she gonna be back?"

"Tomorrow night." Sam replied as Anna appeared in the door. "I have to go. You guys stay here and talk."

Once Sam was gone and the door was shut, Zoey turned to Gracie.

"How are you doing?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Gracie asked.

"Because we care about you." Zoey replied. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Really. Don't you have your own kid to worry about?"

"Yes."

"How is Allie?"

"She's great. You wanna see a picture? I have tons." Zoey said, making Gracie laugh.

"Sure." she said. "Aww Zoe, she's adorable."

"Thanks." she beamed. "Gracie, you know I know what you're going through."

"Can we stop talking about it?"

"In a minute. You know I do have a telephone and you can call if you want to talk. Didn't you tell me I'm like the sister you never had?"

"Yes."

"Then talk to me Gracie. Your dad said you haven't done much of that and I know how much you love talking." Zoey said.

"I didn't want him getting reelected." Gracie said. "This past week has been unbearable, knowing I'm stuck here for another four years."

"You know, me and you... we've been in the same boat. Elizabeth and Ellie didn't know what it was like living at the White House but I was here when I wasn't at Georgetown. I know what it's like to be held hostage and be in the hospital because of some lunatic. I know it sucks to be guarded 24/7 because your father is afraid you're going to get hurt again."

"All of my life Zoe, I've known him to be a Congressman or a Governor or the President. Not one time has he just been Dad."

"I know how it feels. I wanted to talk about how you were handling the kidnapping though."

"I've moved on." Gracie said brusquely.

"You don't move on from something like that. Have you even talked about it?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I do. You're like my little sister Gracie."

"I'm fifteen. You're thirty-two."

"That's okay. I've been around since the day you were born. We're practically family anyways. I understand if you don't want to talk but Gracie, if you keep this bottled up then afterwards, things are going to be bad."