The announcement come through the Associate Press, it was a breaking story

"President Elect Hart shot at rally in Virginia moments ago , Injury count unknown, condition of the President is unknown as well." The story broke to outside a convention hall where it seemed like thousands had gathered for the well liked President but now utter chaos was happening.

Jennifer had been at the White House, taking care of their infant daughters when the news flashed and she was sure at that moment, that if she opened her mouth and screamed, Secret Service would crash the residency.

Instead she sat down on the floor and cried.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

When Jonathan had come to her and said that a committee had been formed and that they'd come to him asking him to run on the ticket, Jonathan had said he wouldn't run unless Jennifer agreed and with the impending arrivals of their twin girls, he wasn't sure if she'd agree, He'd never had any political ambitions but this time, Jonathan felt like he could actually make a difference and with the recent scandal involving President Fitz resignation over a sex scandal with his PR person, Olivia Pope, He was a shoo-in.

Except he never imagined how grueling campaigning was, normally he was relaxed and calm during meetings but he was so tense and exhausted he found his fuse had gotten shorter and shorter and a few times had to check himself before losing his mind.

But as exhausted he was, he found himself excited for each stop and a chance to show that an orphan kid could make something of himself, first as a businessman then as a Presidential Candidate.

Jennifer knew that to be a candidate was a dream come true and as a potential first lady, she was excited for this change, although she was nervous about the scrutiny that would come with her role, she never took it too seriously because in the end, the only opinion that mattered was her husband's.

Being on the campaign trail while she was pregnant was far from idyllic, she was cautious that jostling from the crowds would harm them and that she'd be so sick, she wouldn't be able to join her husband at key moments but somehow she prevailed and managed to make it except for one incident outside of Idaho, she was supposed to introduce Jonathan at a rally for farmers and instead took off into a corn field where she threw up what little breakfast she'd had all over her Chanel pantsuit, luckily the press was so focused on Jonathan that they failed to notice the future first Lady on her knees with tears streaming down her face.

After that, she made sure that whatever was scheduled, to have a backup.

Although She'd found out that the babies were girls early on, when the Press would ask whether or not what the babies were, she'd smile coyly and say all she wanted was healthy babies and as for names, if one of them happened to be a boy, Max and even if It wasn't, Max would still be a middle name for their girl.

As the first children born in the White House since the Kennedy Administration, special attention was focused on them which made Jennifer very uncomfortable and as a condition of his running, Made Jonathan promise that no photos would be released without their permission; these were their children and not the world's.

The Guidelines would be clear and one of the key guidelines was that no one would be allowed into the residence at all. That would be the only time they'd get privacy and she didn't care who didn't like it.

The night before the Election, Jonathan's nervousness got the best of him and he paced for hours among the volunteers and even a few shots of Brandy didn't calm him, Finally Jennifer slipped a sedative into his drink and took him upstairs to their hotel room.

While he was passed out, Jennifer watched the results from their room, knowing that if he lost, it would crush him completely but how could he lose? He was the perfect candidate.

At Dawn the next morning, she crawled in beside him

"Darling," She whispered "Darling"

He wasn't responding

"Mr. President!" She whispered into his ear, he began to wake up thinking that she was up for a Marilyn and JFK fantasy when he realized what she was saying

"I won?" He whispered

"You did!"

"No I didn't"

"What do you mean" She was confused

"We did it together"

"I can't believe I'm sleeping with the leader of the free world!" She giggled

"Well, First Lady, how about we have our Inauguration?" He rolled over, cautious of her belly and just as he was kissing her neck, someone began pounding on their hotel door "Was that you or the babies?"

"I think we have company" She scrambled to cover up before the President's Deputy, Cyrus, burst in on them

"Do you think we'll be alone ever again?"

"I hope so"

"Mr. President" Cyrus called from behind the door, "We have a busy day ahead of us"

"Just a second," Jonathan called pulling up his pajama bottoms "This won't change us, right"

Jennifer nodded, uncertain.

"Mrs. Hart, we have to get you into wardrobe," Jennifer's new assistant, Margaret was behind Cyrus

"Here we go" Jennifer climbed out of bed.