Saturday night...
"Shoot..." Ainsley mumbled. "Sam!"
"Yeah?"
"Remember those earrings you got me?"
"Am I supposed to?"
"Do you know where they are?"
"Am I supposed to?" Sam repeated. "Dammit Ainsley!"
"What?"
"Will you tie this stupid thing?"
"If you find my earrings and help me clasp this necklace." Ainsley smiled as Sam emerged from the bathroom. He nodded and walked over to Ainsley's jewelry box.
"Which pair is it?"
"The emerald and diamond ones you got me for our anniversary."
"Oh I remember those." Sam mumbled. He went through a few boxes and then found the earrings.
"Thank you honey." Ainsley put the earrings on and held out her necklace to Sam.
"Turn around." he ordered gently. Ainsley obeyed and Sam strung the necklace over her neck, then struggled to clasp it.
"What are you doing?" Ainsley murmured.
"What's it look like?" Sam mumbled against her shoulder.
"Sam, we have to go. Did ya get the necklace on?"
"Yeah." he turned Ainsley around and kissed her softly. "Now do my tie."
"You know how to tie a tie." she said.
"I don't have time to fight with it." Sam said.
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Gracie checked her reflection and left her bedroom, only to run into Ainsley and Sam.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"The movies." Gracie replied.
"Not like that you're not."
Gracie looked down at herself.
"What's wrong with the way I look?" she asked.
"Nothing." Ainsley said. "He's just being protective."
"I don't want to hear you were kissing anything." Sam ordered and saw Gracie's agent coming towards them. "Alex, keep an eye on her."
"Yes Mr. President." she nodded.
"Have fun." Ainsley said, kissing Gracie's cheek.
"Stay out of trouble." Sam added.
"I'm watching a movie!" Gracie exclaimed.
"Is Jason gonna be there?" Ainsley asked.
"MOM!"
"Ooh... sorry."
"Who?" Sam asked and saw Gracie blushing. "Alex, keep a real good eye on her."
She laughed and nodded.
"Come on Gracie. There's a Suburban outside waiting."
"I'll see you later." she called over her shoulder, following Alex out of the Residence.
"Come on." Sam grabbed Ainsley's hand and she saw the look on his face.
"Honey, it's not a date."
"No one said it was."
"I'm telling you it isn't. He's just a friend and I figured he would be going." Ainsley said. "Are you going to have a good time tonight?"
"Yes. I don't care what she does. She's going to be fifteen." Sam muttered. He and Ainsley stopped at a door and were escorted out to a limo.
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"I'm going to get more popcorn." Gracie said, leaning over towards Alex.
"I'll come."
"No. I'll be fine. I'll just be a few seconds."
"Gracie, your dad would kill me."
"He won't have to find out." she said, already out of her seat. Alex quickly went to follow her but tripped over someone's foot.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
"It's okay." the man muttered. "Oh, could you grab that for me?"
Alex reached down and picked a cell phone up. As she went to hand it to the man, his hand flung out and smacked her across the face, hitting her head against the chair in front of them. Gracie was a few feet away from the theater her movie was playing in, an arm grabbed out and reached her, yanking her out a back exit. Gracie tried to scream but a hand clapped over her mouth, holding a handkerchief tightly against her lips.
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"That was nice." Ainsley said as she and Sam exited The Hilton. "But you could've done without the nastiness."
"I wasn't being nasty." Sam said, turning around to face Ainsley.
"Sam, it was his birthday."
"He's a Republican."
"You know you're the president. You should be... enforcing bipartisan relationships." Ainsley said.
"I did. I married you." Sam grinned, kissing her deeply. Ainsley went to wrap her arms around his neck but pulled away.
"You know what I mean."
"I made a joke Ainsley. Everyone laughed except him. I wasn't being mean."
"You made a joke about him."
"He shouldn't have invited us then."
"You're the president. It would've been insulting if you hadn't been invited." Ainsley said.
"Oh please. I couldn't give a rat's ass what he thinks."
"Not to him. To you. You'd say, 'Why wasn't I invited? I never did anything to him.'"
"Well I haven't."
"You criticized him."
Sam shrugged.
"I'm the presidnet. I can say what I want and no one will care."
"They will care when Election Day comes around." Ainsley said.
"Why do you fight with me?" Sam asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I'm not fighting. I'm just stating my opinion."
"But you're making a lousy point." Sam rested his forehead against Ainsley's and she sighed.
"I hate when you do this." she mumbled.
"Dan, where's the limo?" Sam asked, his eyes fixed on Ainsley's.
"It's stuck in traffic Mr. President. It should be about five-ten more minutes. You can go wait inside if you want."
"No it's nice out. We'll stay here. Gracie should be back by now."
"Yeah." Ainsley nodded. They waited for a few minutes for the limo, talking quietly and it finally pulled up alongside the curb.
"Sam!"
He glanced up and saw Josh waving him over from a few feet away.
"Get in. I'll be a few minutes." Sam said, kissing Ainsley's forehead. Dan opened the door for Ainsley and she got in and waited for her husband to return. Ainsley was going through the small bag she had brought but her head snapped up when she heard a shot got off.