A/N: Someone asked in a review why Ainsley told Sam to put her engagement ring on 'other hand.' I meant he had it on her right hand and she was telling him to put it on the left. Sorry if that was confusing.
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What had just been a thought with Sam, turned into a reality with Ainsley. She had thought over everything he had said and finally agreed. They talked with Jed and Abbey, who had said they'd be more than honored for them to have the wedding at the White House. After that detail was finished, everything else fell into place. The only thing Ainsley worried about was the invitations. What if the date was such short notice and no one came? Sam reassured her again and again that people would come to the wedding but she still had a little doubt in her mind.
But Sam was right, this time at least. Three weeks before the wedding, Ainsley heard a knock on the door. She looked out the peephole and frowned, not recognizing her visitor. Ainsley opened the door slightly and the woman at the door smiled.
"You must be Ainsley!"
"Um... do I know you?"
"I'm Elizabeth, Sam's mother."
"Oh..." Ainsley opened the door all the way and smiled at Elizabeth. "Sam's told me so much about you."
"He's told me a lot about you as well." she smiled. "Wow, he said you were pretty but, no offense, but sometimes I don't believe Sam. He gets in a little over his head in his relationships sometimes. But you are absolutely gorgeous!"
"Oh well thank you."
"I can't believe this is the first time we're meeting. When everything with James happened, I told Sam that I still wanted you two to come out but he just wouldn't listen." Elizabeth said. "And now you two are getting married! Where is Sam anyway?"
"He had to run down to the White House for about an hour."
"It's Saturday."
"The government never stops." Ainsley said. "Would you like something to drink? Or eat?"
"Oh no I'm fine. I just ate on the plane." Elizabeth replied as Ainsley led her to the couch. "You have such a beautiful apartment."
"Thank you."
"Much better than the other one's."
"I'm sorry?"
"Lisa... the one who almost married Sam. She only cared about herself that one. I didn't like her from the beginning and am very happy that they did not get married."
"Well I am too." Ainsley smiled, making Elizabeth laugh.
"So tell me about yourself. We better get to know each other."
"Uh... well I'm 27. I'm from North Carolina and I have a brother."
"Sam said you had a sister."
"Yes. Um... Casey was in a car accident a few months ago." Ainsley said quietly.
"Oh I'm sorry. Sam told me about that." Elizabeth patted Ainsley's hand lightly. "I'm sorry. That slipped my mind."
"It's okay. Let's see... I went to Smith College, then Harvard." Ainsley went to go on when she heard the door open, then slam shut.
"Stupid republican jackasses." Sam mumbled as he walked into the living room. "Hi Ainsley."
"Hi Sam. Did you say hello to your mother?"
"Hi Mom." he leaned over Elizabeth to grab the remote and turned the Lakers game on. "What are you doing here?"
"You told me to come." Elizabeth said.
"Uh..." Sam looked at Ainsley, who simply shrugged. "I forgot."
"That's okay. We were just talking and getting acquainted. She's a very charming young girl Sammy."
"Yeah." he grinned at Ainsley, then turned back to the basketball game. Elizabeth and Ainsley talked for a while more and there was another knock on the door.
"Sam, can you get that?" Ainsley asked. He nodded and opened the door without looking who it was. Once the door was open, he wish he had.
"Sam." James Seaborn greeted.
"Hi." he muttered. This was his fault. It honestly was. He had told Ainsley to send an invitation, that his father wouldn't come anyway. Now here he was.
"Sam, who is it?" Ainsley called. For a minute, he thought of slamming the door in his father's face and saying it was the wrong address but the better part of Sam won and let James in.
"My dad."
Ainsley saw Elizabeth stiffen as Sam and James walked into the living room.
"This is my fiancee, Ainsley. Ainse, this is... well, you know." Sam said flatly, flopping back onto the couch. She gave him a look but he chose to ignore it. Ainsley turned to James and smiled, extending her hand.
"It's nice to meet you."
"Yes it is." James shook her hand and smiled back. "Sam has... well, he hasn't told me much about you actually."
"Well James, Ainsley was telling us about herself so just join the conversation." Elizabeth said icily.
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"You have to do something."
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Anything just... Sam, I feel like I'm in a graveyard. Get them talking. I'm running out of ideas." Ainsley said.
"Well there's a first." he scoffed.
"Don't take it out on me. Okay?"
"I can't even believe he showed up."
"Of course he's going to show up. You're his son Sam. Nothing is going to change that."
"Can you get them out of here?" he asked quietly.
"How Sam? What do you want me to do? You're their son. They don't even know me!" Ainsley exclaimed. Sam clamped a hand over her mouth and glanced behind his shoulder into the living room. He turned back to Ainsley and moved his hand away.
"I can't sit with them. My mom, I don't care about but you have to get my father out of here."
"Sam, you can't just neglect one and not the other. Either they both go or they both stay."
"Then they both go. Just get them out of here."
"You have to get over this. I'm not saying today or tomorrow but one day you will have to forgive him." Ainsley said softly. There was a knock on the door and Sam sighed, resting his elbows on the counter.
"I should probably let my unknown sister from Belgium in." he muttered.
"Stop."
Ainsley walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, then opened the door.
"Ainsley!" Robert exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Daddy, what are you doing here?" she asked. Robert spun her around and she was facing a pale Sam, who was standing in the kitchen.
"Your mother insisted we come. Help with last minute plans and all."
"Oh. That's sweet of you. Where is Mom?"
"She wasn't feeling well. She stayed at the hotel." Robert replied. "Hello Sam."
"Hello sir." he muttered.
"I'm glad you came actually." Ainsley said, pulling Sam into the hallway. He slid an arm around her waist, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there at that moment. "We're having dinner with Sam's parents. It would be great for all of you to meet."
"Fantastic." Robert smiled.
"Dad, just one thing. They're Democrats."
"Well I like Sam."
"My father's a bastard." he said. Ainsley dug her nails into his hand, making his yelp. "My mom's okay though."
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"That could've gone worse." Ainsley said, once the apartment was silent and empty.
"Probably not." Sam said.
"It could've."
"Your father threw a steak knife across the table at my father."
"Be happy it didn't hit him."
"I wish it did."
"I don't know what to do with you Sam."
"Make him disappear!" he exclaimed.
"You're acting like a kid." Ainsley said. "I understand that you're upset and hate him right now but please, for my sanity, act like you like him for the next few weeks."
"I'll try."
"Thank you."
"Do you think your mother was really sick or she didn't want to see me?"
"You're really negative and I don't like it. She has the flu."
"I have to work on a speech." Sam muttered.
"Okay. You need to cool off anyway."
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Ainsley entered the bridal store and walked over to the counter, waiting for someone to attend to her. Today she was picking up her dress, and she was very excited about it.
"Hi," a saleswoman walked over, a smile on her face. "Can I help you?"
"Yes. I need to pick up my dress." Ainsley said.
"Okay." the woman turned to the computer and glanced at Ainsley. "What's your name?"
"Ainsley Hayes."
The woman nodded and typed the name in.
"When's your wedding?" she asked.
"June 23rd."
"You're picking the dress up a little late." the woman said.
"I picked it up about two weeks ago but there was something wrong with it so I had to bring it back. They said it would be ready by today."
"Oh. Ms. Hayes, I can't seem to find your order in the computer."
"I'm sorry?"
"I have no record of your order in the system." the woman said. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? I'm getting married next week. I need that dress."
"Are you sure this is where you got the dress?"
"Yes!" Ainsley exclaimed. "I... oh God I can't believe this!"
"Was this the store you brought the dress back to?"
"Miss, I graduated from Harvard and I work for the President of the United States. Do you think I'm stupid enough to bring my dress back to the wrong store?"
"You're the one marrying that Seaborn guy! He is really cute."
"Thank you. Can you check again for my order?"
"I'll try." the woman turned back to the computer and typed in Ainsley's name again. "It's not coming up. I'm sorry. Do you remember who the saleswoman helping you was?"
"I..." Ainsley thought for a minute and let out a moan. "This isn't happening."
Her cell phone began to ring and she answered it.
"Ainsley Hayes."
"Ms. Hayes this is Jack Hill, I'm..."
"I know who you are. What's going on?"
"I was looking at my appointment book and it seems I'm already booked for another wedding on the 23rd."
"Please tell me you called to..."
"I had the wedding planned before yours. I'm sorry."
"But you told me..."
"I have prior clients Ms. Hayes."
Ainsley let out a whimper and bit her lip. How had this all gone downhill in one hour?
"I can refer you to another DJ..."
"Jack, my wedding is in a week. My dress is nowhere to be found and now you're telling me that you can't be my DJ because you have a prior client that you should've have known about when I booked you."
"I'm really sorry Ms. Hayes."