The characters were created by Stephenie Meyer, and I do not own them, or anything Twilight. That having been said, this is an all-human story with canon pairings, but in an incredibly unique setting! This is the first story I've ever shown anyone, so please enjoy and give me feedback!

This giant house seemed so welcoming during the day, but I didn't like spending the night here. The enormity of the rooms could seem frightening at night. A crash of lightening and thunder that seemed to be right outside the window made me shoot straight up out of bed. I could barely focus on my heart pounding out of my chest, and before I realized what was happening, I was grabbing the doorknob and swinging open the door.

My eyes immediately locked with his, and my terror was immediately replaced with a wave of embarrassment.

He must have noticed I was only in a nightgown at the exact moment I did as well, because his face was flushed and he immediately seemed to be gazing slightly above the top of my head, trying not to look at the rest of me.

"Is everything okay, Ms. Swan?" he asked.

I attempted to compose myself.

"Yeah... I was just startled by the thunder. It was pretty loud," I said.

His attention shot away for a moment before he pressed the radio button on the wire dangling from his earpiece.

"Cygnet is secure—the storm woke her up."

He listened to the other end for a moment and then grinned, saying, "10-4."

He turned his attention to me again.

"Agent Johnson says that Carina and Laura sleep better during thunderstorms when the drapes are closed. Would you like me to close yours?"

I kept my arms crossed tightly across my chest and swallowed.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks."

He followed me into the room I was staying in and went over to the window. He grabbed the large gold tassel on one of the ropes on the edge of the heavy drapes and pulled them closed. It was nearly pitch black darkness in the room, apart from the subtle blue glow coming from the alarm clock on the nightstand. He took a step closer to me, and hesitantly reached an arm out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered from the contact and he pulled away.

"You should be able to sleep a little better now I think. Just uh... let me know if you need anything else. I'll be right outside."

Like an idiot, all I could do was stand there and nod. Luckily I somehow managed to at least muster a small grin of gratitude before he closed the door behind him. I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to recall how I had gotten myself into such a weird and wonderful, frightening and exciting life. I couldn't believe the kind of world I had fallen into.

As a child I often dreamt of the many career paths I might choose in adulthood. There were times I knew I was destined to be an actress, or to spend my days painting in Tuscany, or studying the culinary arts while I traveled around Europe. At the age of 12, while picking out a new comforter and pillows for my bedroom, I was determined to become an interior designer. These dreams came and went through my teen years but nothing ever really stuck.

My parents began to worry when I was 18 because I had been accepted into college but still had no idea what I wanted to do. I ultimately decided that I needed a change. I needed to figure out where I wanted to go in life before taking a step towards college.

I was given the idea by my best friend Alice to move in with her in Washington D.C. I loved the idea and convinced my parents that I would get a job and maybe living in D.C. would inspire me to enter politics, or to get serious about a particular career. They were probably more convinced by Alice. Alice had always been far more driven than I was, and could be incredibly convincing. I suppose it was a good that she decided to attend law school.

When I arrived to D.C. I immediately began to job hunt, but due to the economy, it seemed impossible to find a job in such a densely populated area. I worked for a couple of months as an assistant at an art restoration business, but wasn't making much money. On a whim, I stopped by a nanny agency. I babysat all through high school for several families and had them fax me references. With CPR and lifeguard training as icing in the cake, I thought I had a fair chance. After two weeks, I was sent out on an interview.

I wasn't nervous for the interview, but all of the other candidates seemed to be shaking in their high heels and sensible flats. I was the youngest by far, and wondered why the agency had even decided to take a risk on someone so young. I soon found out why.

A warm smile welcomed me into the living room of a gorgeous historic home.

"Hi, I'm Susan." A beautiful woman in a red jacket with a white shirt underneath, and tailored pants reached out for my hand, shaking it before looking down at a clipboard. "This says your name is Bella? What a lovely name!"

"Yes Ma'am, Bella Swan. It is lovely to meet you. Your home is gorgeous. I love that you kept the original tin ceilings and ornate oak woodwork."

Susan looked pleasantly surprised by my comments on her home. "Thank you so much Bella. It is rare that people note the details, other than the fact that this place is just old as dirt!" She let out a song of laughter, and I joined right along and immediately felt at ease.

"Well, lets get down to the boring stuff! I have gone over your resume here and I have to say that I was intrigued by the amount of babysitting you have done already, and at such a young age!"

I smiled. "Yes ma'am, it was definitely a great job to have as a teenager. I got a lot of business because I was well known in our community through a couple of the charities I volunteered for."

Susan nodded, "It also seems to be quite a bonus that you have CPR training from the Red Cross, and were a lifeguard as well. You definitely seem to have a sense of responsibility that is far beyond your years, Bella. I asked for younger candidates because I don't so much need someone to help raise my children, as I will be with them quite often, but I need someone to help me occupy them at boring events, pick them up from school, just simple things. Even though I'll be with them often, I will be incredibly busy. We are entering a big race this year and there are a lot of times when the girls will need someone there to entertain them and attend to their needs."

I furrowed my brow, "I'm sorry, what did you mean by entering a big race?"

Susan looked equallly confused, "Campaigning, dear. Oh... I'm sorry I assumed that they would have told you about this or you would have recognized our name."

Just then, a little too late, it hit me. "Oh! Senator McNay!"

Susan laughed with her hand rested on her chest, bending over slightly as she chuckled, "Yes dear. I am so sorry, you must be so overwhelmed right now! That is actually one of the reasons I wanted to interview you. You babysat for a few local politicians' children, one of which we are family friends with, Jonathan Elder. He highly recommended you and said that you did very well dealing with the added security measures, confidentiality, and things of that nature. I thought you would be a perfect fit."

I was in disbelief that things had seemed to align so perfectly.

"The Elder's are such a fantastic family. The added security measures really weren't that much of a hassle at all. It was a little strange having body guards around so often at first, but their suits soon became part of the scenery, and they felt like a part of the Elder family. I can't believe I didn't recognize you! I do now though. I respect you and your husband so much for being so involved in social programs." I felt like I was talking too much, and that is probably because I was.

"Dear you just sound like the best fit for our family, you really do. I think the girls will love you. They are twins, seven years old, and are total opposites. Carina is our little burst of energy, and Laura is quite a bit more reserved. Laura likes to sit back and observe and is very analytical, but Carina just wants to get out there and experience everything first hand. They balance each other out quite nicely." Susan uncrossed her legs and put the clipboard on the table. "I have to be honest, I think I've already made my decision here. I am afraid that I have two hard hitting questions for you first, though."

Susan looked at me incredulously and I leaned forward attentively.

"Of course, go right ahead."

Susan smirked, "Would you be willing to travel? The campaign will be going through part of the summer, so the girls will be with us while they aren't at school."

I thought for nearly half a second before realizing that this is a perfect opportunity to possibly stand on the sidelines of history. What were my options here? Get to spend time with what might be the next First Family of the United States of America and get to follow an exciting campaigning process while seeing the rest of the country. Oh, or of course, I could always get a job at Starbucks. Did I really have to think about this?

"Absolutely. I would love to see the rest of the country, and to get to experience it along with your family and your daughters. I can't think of anything more exciting than to get to see the country and behind the scenes of a real presidential campaigning process." I was definitely sounding over eager here, but I figured honesty had been working well for me so far, so why stop now?

A smile spread across Susan's face again.

"That's wonderful, Bella. I'm not going to lie though, it can be very redundant sometimes. The traveling and living in hotels can be daunting."

I nodded in understanding.

"I can imagine that it will certainly be a challenge. I'm willing to take it on and I feel prepared to help your girls through the challenges they will face as well. There were certainly times when Ellie and James—Senator Elder's children—would get upset that they didn't have a "normal" life like their classmates. I did my best in making sure that they knew that their life was normal, but that their family just has a different sense of what is normal to them than other families. I treated them fairly and honestly and we had a lot of fun together. I feel like they are siblings and we still e-mail every week. Wow, I'm sorry I'm talking so much! I promise I'm not usually this much of a chatterbox!"

I felt my cheeks flush.

Susan let out a relieved sigh, "I think you are just perfect, Bella. Don't even worry about talking too much—there's no such thing with my girls! You are going to fit into our family so nicely, I just know it. The next step of course will be for you to meet the girls and make sure you get their approval. Don't worry because I am sure they will take to you just as I have. So if you will have us, we would love for you to be our Nanny!"

I was beaming with excitement now. This was it. This was my chance to do something different, something memorable.

"Absolutely! But... you said you had two questions for me, what was the other one?"

"Oh! Of course! This is very important Bella... can you french braid?"

I laughed, "Absolutely!"

"Then you're our girl!"

The realization that I might be the Nanny to the next President of the United States' twin daughters hadn't even hit me by the time the campaign started. Since my room and board was paid for, Alice kept my room for me and I had my rent deducted from my paycheck—which was more than generous.

The girls amazed me with how on top of their father's career they were. Carina and Laura were perhaps two of the most intelligent seven year olds I had ever met, and they were so sweet and obedient. They were just as their mother had described—total opposites.

On the first day of the campaign trip I brought each of the girls a pretty floral scrapbook in their favorite colors, and a book for myself as well. We decided that we would make scrapbooks of each place we stayed in. We used the paper from the notepads in hotel rooms to write the name of the city we were in, and the highlights from the trip. We also saved the ink pens from every hotel as a little inside joke.

Mrs. McNay was impressed with the way I had worked the campaign trip seamlessly into the girls' lives as if it were a vacation. She said Laura had boasted that it was a summer long slumber party. When a hotel had a kitchen, we would find a recipe on the internet, and have security take us to the store to buy ingredients. Senator McNay personally thanked me for taking the opportunity to teach his daughters something new, and to maintain a level of normalcy and home cooked meals while on the road. We always saved a bit of whatever we cooked for he and his wife to taste when they would return from their dinner engagements, and it became a little ritual that the girls loved.

Time flew by and the girls felt like sisters. Before I knew it, the elections were nearly over, and I would be sad to see my strange little life go. The McNay's had Laura and Carina make me a card which they presented to me at dinner one night. Written in glitter, a giant pink card had a picture of an all too familiar building cut out from a magazine and glued on the front, boasting, "Will you come with us to the White House?"

I was stunned.

"You mean... you think? I mean, of course I think you will win but... I guess I just assumed you would get someone else, or wouldn't keep a nanny" I stuttered.

Senator McNay put his water glass down and stared intently at me. "My daughters love you, and you have become an integral part of connecting the normal things little girls should do with the extraordinary things that my daughters get to experience," he paused, and Mrs. McNay continued.

"Bella, you have become a part of our family, and we hope that you would like to continue your job here in D.C. regardless of if we get the presidency or not. "

"When we get the presidency" I corrected.

"Spoken like a true McNay!" the Senator laughed as we all joined in.

"Of course. I would love to continue my job, and I adore your family."

Everyone seemed pleased with my answer. I shook the Senator's hand, and hugged Mrs. McNay and the girls goodnight before returning to my apartment that night.

I told Alice of my plans, and of course she took it straight to the place Alice loves to take things—the mall.

"We have to get you a new haircut and some new threads. I mean honestly Bella, you need to look the part. You don't have to go all Jackie-O but you definitely need a little presidential tweaking. Not full on Donna Karen but maybe a little and Banana Republic? It couldn't hurt!" Alice stammered.

"Alice, I didn't object, so stop trying to talk me into it! I'm going to need to get a few things so that I'll look the part, but not stand out. There will be times when I'll need to stand on stage or in a crowd with the family, and I need to look like I blend into the background."

Alice knew her mission and looked all too pleased that I had actually agreed to let her take me shopping. I wasn't a tomboy by any means, and I loved fashion, but not more than Alice—no one loved fashion more than Alice.

The next day, after what seemed like the longest shopping trip of my life, we returned with arms full of shopping bags. Luckily I had saved quite a hefty amount nannying during the campaign, so I barely made a dent in my savings account.

I steamed all of my clothes free of wrinkles that night, and pieced everything together into outfits before bed. I stared at myself in the full length mirror standing in the corner of my room, and decided Alice was right about me needing a new haircut. I sighed and wondered if my life would change at all, and where this journey would lead me.

I pictured myself going into the coffee shop on the corner and seeing my regular barista. He would ask, "Where ya headed on this fine day?" just as he asked every customer, and this time I would say, "The White House." I laughed at the ridiculous scenario and went to bed.

"Zac Posen? The Zac Posen? Okay I might die. In fact I think I just did. I'm definitely pulse-less. I'm just running on Redbull and a dream right now! Zac Posen is my favorite designer right now! You are so lucky!" Alice was hyperventilating.

"Alice, calm down! Look, I need you to go to the impromptu fitting with me, okay? Zac Posen designed Mrs. McNay's dress for the inaugural ball we will hopefully be going to, and he brought a few options for me to wear as well. I need your help deciding and then we need to find some shoes. Then I need outfits for election day to hopefully wear to the victory speech, and a warm outfit for the inauguration speech because I'll be sitting behind the girls in the stands when he is sworn in."

Alice quickly agreed and said she would meet me at the hotel room where my dress fitting was in a half an hour. I couldn't believe how quickly everything seemed to be happening. The girls had each shot up an inch and were twirling in dresses that had been especially tailored for them to hopefully wear as their father graciously accepts his victory.

Senator McNay had done very well in the debates in October, and had gained a lot of good press after he turned down an interview on The Tonight Show to see Carina and Laura's ballet recital instead. He didn't give it a second thought, and his daughters couldn't stop talking about how excited they were when their father presented them with bouquets of pink roses. We dried a flower from each bouquet and pressed them into their scrapbooks alongside a photo of them hugging their parents that I snapped from the audience.

I sat sipping tea while the girls sat for pedicures with their mother in the hotel suite. There was a knock on the door, and I hopped up from the couch to go answer it. I looked through the peep hole and saw Alice's shining face, then opened the door.

"Hey! Sorry it took so long, I couldn't find my driver's license and security was tight about even letting me onto this floor. Hey girls!"

"Alice!" Laura and Carina chimed in unison, waving from their chairs.

"Hello, Alice dear. Things are getting a little tighter with security as election day gets a little closer, sorry about the hassle" Mrs. McNay said apologetically.

"Don't even worry about it, Mrs.M! I'm just stoked to get to see—" Alice was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"That must be Zac. Bella, darling will you let him in while I finish up my pedicure?"

"Of course."

"Thank you, Bells."

I opened the door again, and introduced myself to the adorable man with dark curly hair and thick black rimmed glasses. He wore a t-shirt beneath a bright blue satin jacket that boasted, "Yay for McNay!" in red rhinestones, and a sharp pair of dark denim jeans.

"You must be Bella! Well aren't you just the prettiest little thing? I think you will love some of the dresses I have picked out for you!"

"Yes, Bella Swan, and it is lovely to meet you Mr. Posen."

"Oh, please call me Zac! You are so cute. Everyone loves a hot nanny! You'll have the country eating out of the palm of your hand!"

I laughed at the thought of anyone in the country even caring who I was aside from a partial caregiver to two very important daughters. I welcomed him inside and he was followed by two men wheeling in racks full of garment bags, and a woman with two metal suitcases. Mrs. McNay kissed Zac on both cheeks and then pointed him into the next room of the suite to set everything up. Alice chatted with Zac about a green dress he had created for Beyonce for some event, and I helped the woman with the suitcase—who I learned was an accessories editor for Vogue magazine—line up various pieces of jewelry and hair accessories onto white towels spread out on a dining table.

Zac showed me the dresses he had brought for me. I loved the deep eggplant purple gown with light layers of chiffon creating a dreamy billowy effect as I walked. There was a teal gown with intricate panels creating an art deco pattern on the bodice, and ending with ruffles sweeping the floor. My favorite though, was a hot pink gown that seemed to hug me in all the right places. It had a slight sleeve, a v-neckline, and cutouts and details in the back in an unexpectant black. Zac said the dress is called Angelica.

"That is it! This is the dress you will dance the night away in after we win!" Zac beamed.

"Oh Bella, you look lovely!" Mrs. McNay had her hand over her chest, wearing a boatneck ¾ length sleeve navy gown with gorgeous beadwork.

"You don't look too bad yourself! In fact you look stunning!"

"Thank you. And Zac this really is amazing. You have outdone yourself. This gown is perfect. I can't wait to dance with my husband in it" she said, knocking twice for luck on the wooden table. We all giggled at the gesture.

Zac gestured towards Alice and handed her a garment bag, "Here is your first option darling."

Alice's eyes were wide with disbelief and confusion.

"Oh I'm not—" Alice began.

"Oh yes you are. And you get to bring a date as well." Mrs. McNay finished for her.

"Oh my God! Mrs. M that is amazing! Thank you so much! This is literallyt he coolest thing to ever! How can I ever repay you?"

"Vote!"

We all laughed and Alice went off to change. After trying on three different dresses, we all decided that a deep green gown, similar to the one Beyonce wore that Alice was in love with, was the winner.

We worked with the accessories editor, who chose a beautiful set of pearls and a peacock broach for Mrs. McNay. My dress was paired with large black gemstone earrings that nearly reached my shoulders, a sparkly black onyx ring, and a black evening bag covered in glass beads. Alice had Zac help her choose three delicate gold bangles, a simple gold necklace, and large jade earrings with a gold metal box clutch purse that Alice was happy to see fit her phone and camera nicely.

After making our selections Alice and I went home. Alice scoured the internet for hairstyle options for me that would hold up to a long day, and we made plans to go shoe shopping in a few days.

"I can't believe we're this lucky!" Alice said.

"I know," I said, "This is amazing. We're witnessing history!"

"Um yeah, in awesome dresses!"

"I should have known that's all you really cared about," I said, jokingly tossing a pillow at Alice.

"Let's get some sleep," I yawned, "We have a tiring few days... weeks... months, ahead of us!"

I went to bed that night, and dreamt of the endless possibilities the near future would hold. I wondered how this would change my life. I had a feeling deep within me that things were going to be impossibly amazing.