DISCLAIMER: See chapter 1

A/N: This is my view of what will happen... you might not agree with it and I'm sorry, but this is what I see as happening. Thanks once again to nattieb and kursk for the reviews. As an answer to your question kursk, I am thinking about writing a JoshDonna fic, I have a few ideas, but I want to wait until I'm almost done with "The Hardest Goodbye" to start writing it. So we'll see what happens. Hope you enjoy this. This story is now officially COMPLETE!


Epilogue

"We here at NBC news are ready to say that the next president of the United States will be Senator Samuel Norman Seaborn!"

The room erupted in applause and cheers. Victory music began to play. People began to dance. Champagne was being poured. It was a joyous occasion.

The first thing Senator Seaborn did after he saw the announcement was to kiss Olivia. The two of them had been married for twenty-two years now and they were still going strong. Sam thought that she looked absolutely beautiful, even with the incredible lack of sleep they all had. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

"Ew! Get a room, would you?!," came the squeal of Julie, their fourteen-year-old daughter.

Sam welcomed his daughter into his arms, and then dragged her along on the search for his other daughters. He found his eldest daughter, Sophia, who was twenty-one, arguing with Toby about something and drinking champagne. Sam walked up to her and took the glass out of her hand.

"You're too young to be drinking."

"I'm twenty-one Dad!"

"You're still five years old in my eyes. And I think that that's Mr. President to you now."

"There is no way on this earth that I will ever call you Mr. President."

"Can I settle with a hug?"

"Okay."

Both smiling, they hugged. Amelia, Olivia and Sam's nineteen-year-old daughter, ran over to her father and leaped into his arms. When they broke away, Sam looked proudly at his wife and daughters. He remembered all of the jokes that he and Olivia had gotten about how they had sex all of the time and couldn't stop having babies. It was then that he realized that an important member of his family was missing. "Where's Lauren?"

Olivia sighed. "I'm sure she's with Grace. Isn't that where she always is?" People began to walk up to the family to offer their congratulations. "I'll go look for her." Olivia went off in search of her fourth daughter. It didn't take that long to find her. She found Lauren sitting on a couch in the corner of the room with Grace Lyman. The two sixteen-year-olds were giggling up a storm about something. "All right, what's so funny?"

"Nothing," they both cried at once, but then dissolved into giggles.

"Twenty-one years of being a mother and you think I'm going to believe that excuse?"

"Yes."

"Lauren, your dad wants to see you." Lauren gave a loud, exasperated sigh. "Fine!" She got up and went in search of her father. Olivia turned to Grace. "Where's your family?"

Grace shrugged. "My dad is with Sam." She pointed over to where Josh and Sam were now celebrating together. "Noah is probably somewhere flirting with Zoey."

"He does realize that Zoey is married to Charlie, doesn't he?" The Lymans' eighteen-year-old son had always been somewhat taken with Zoey.

"I really don't know," she sighed. "My mom is over there." Grace pointed to where Alex was sipping champagne and intently watching election results on the TV.

"I'm going to go talk to her, okay?"

"Yeah. I think I'll go and try to pry Noah away from Zoey."

Olivia laughed and then walked over to her best friend. "Hey!" Alex smiled in response. "Can you believe this?! This is so exciting! We're gonna be working in the White House again!"

"You're going to be living in the White House."

"Even cooler." Olivia paused. "Our husbands are going to be running this country!"

"Dear Lord, save us!" Alex said sarcastically. Both women laughed.

Josh swaggered over to them. "Hello ladies! My lovely wife..." Alex rolled her eyes as Josh gave her a kiss. "What are we talking about?"

"How screwed up this country is going to be with you running it," Alex smirked.

"Twenty years of marriage and you two still insult each other every chance you get." Olivia was baffled.

Josh put his arm around Alex and shrugged. "It's fun."

"Are you and Sam done celebrating amongst yourselves?," asked Alex.

"Of course not! We're just done for now. Once he talks to everybody, we're hitting the town."

"Oh dear God! You do understand that now not only do you have children to set an example for, but an entire country?"

"Don't worry. We don't start setting an example until inauguration." Sam walked over to join his three old friends. "There's the man of the hour!"

"More like the man of the decade!"

Sam smiled his thanks, and then gave his wife another kiss. "This is it," Olivia smiled. "These people will be running the country in two months." Sam, of course, was to be president. Olivia would obviously be first lady. Will Bailey was to be the vice-president. Josh was going to be chief of staff, and Alex was going to be Olivia's chief of staff. Josh had picked Charlie to be his deputy, and Toby, still unable to find a deputy he liked, would be Communications Director again. Sam had asked CJ if in addition to being a Senior Counsel, she would be ambassador to Qumar, to help that country with women's rights. Donna had returned to school, gotten her degree, and would be serving as Sam's Media Director. All of these people, even if their title didn't officially say it, would be Senior Counselors in Sam's eyes.

"Here we are," Sam sighed. "Three old fogies heading back to the place where we all met. Brings back some fond memories." Sam, Olivia, Josh, and Alex paused and reflected on their stories that had started in the White House and led to a lifetime of love and friendship before they rejoined the party.