A/N: I am so sorry it's taken me so long to update! The past month has been very hectic and I haven't found time to update since today.

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"Sam Seaborn's office."

"Hey Ginger, it's Ainsley."

"Hi Ainsley. I'll put you through to Sam."

"Thanks."

There was silence then Sam's voice came on the phone.

"Hi honey."

"Are you busy for lunch?"

"No I'm not. Why?"

"I wanted to do some baby shopping then go get something to eat. You want to come?"

"Sure. What's the latest you have to be back?"

"I don't have any meetings today. I have to be back by two so I can finish my paperwork so I get home at a decent time. What about you?"

"I have a meeting with a few Senators at two-thirty. I'll meet you in the lobby at... twelve-thirty."

"That's perfect. I'll see you then."

"Yep." Sam took the file Ginger handed him and stood up. "As much as I would love to sit and talk with you I have a meeting to go to so I will see you later."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." Sam hung the phone up and walked out of his office, very much wanting to skip this meeting and go straight to lunch.

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Sam rushed out of the communications bullpen and into the lobby, sighing as he saw Ainsley sitting down in one of the chairs, reading a magazine.

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm late." he said, kissing her quickly. "Were you waiting long?"

"No. I just sat down about fifteen minutes ago."

"Way to make a guy feel good."

"You're never on time. I forgive you." Ainsley grabbed Sam's proffered hand and stood up. "You want to eat first or go to the mall?"

"How about we go to the mall and eat there."

"I like the way you think."

"I'm amazing. I know."

Ainsley smiled and followed Sam out to the parking lot.

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"So..." Ainsley paused as she leaned over the table and picked at Sam's food. He leaned back in his chair and let his wife devour the rest of his meal, waiting for her to finish her statement. "Mmm, that was good."

"Really? I'm glad you liked it."

Ainsley wiped her mouth and stared at Sam innocently.

"Why? Did you want some of it honey?"

"No. It was only my lunch."

"The baby made me do it."

"That doesn't fly here. You've been stealing my food since we began seeing each other."

"That's true." Ainsley gave Sam a smile and sat back in her chair. "My dad's birthday is at the March 1st and he's having a big party."

"How old is he going to be?"

"52."

"How old's your mom?"

"51."

"They had... Casey when they were really young then."

"Yeah. She would've been 31 this past October. My mom was 20 when she had her."

"Then she was twenty-three when she had you, and twenty-six when she had Alex."

"Yep." Ainsley nodded.

"Why didn't she have anymore?" Sam asked. Ainsley laughed and took a sip of her soda.

"She was twenty-six and had three kids. I think she had enough of it. And we were all under the age of six. That's pretty tough, especially with my mother's impatience."

"And Casey was 27 when she had Becca and you're 28."

Ainsley nodded and played with her bracelet.

"She was glad when we didn't take after her. But then again, she probably wanted grandchildren more than us having good morals and taking care of ourselves before settling down with someone and start a family." she said. "So anyway, the party's on a Saturday so I figured we'd leave the twenty-seventh, it's a Thursday."

"That's fine. Who's going to be there?"

"My family. Hey, you'll get to meet my grandmother finally. She's a funny woman. You'll love her."

"How come I haven't met her?"

"Because at Casey's... you know, she was on a cruise and she had the flu at our wedding."

"Ah."

"She doesn't like my mother so you'll get along with her just fine."

"This is your father's mother?"

"Yeah. And you've met everyone else." Ainsley said, waving the waitress over. "Can we have the check please?"

The waitress nodded and set the check down in front of Sam, who glanced at it and pulled a twenty and a ten out of his wallet. She took it and walked away and Sam set a five on the table.

"Come on." he stood up, then helped Ainsley up and grabbed their coats. "Where are we going?"

"We'll just walk around. We still have time." she said. Sam nodded and they walked out of the restaurant, then took a left, heading towards the stores. "Are you okay with going to my parents'?"

"Yeah, of course. Why would you think I wasn't?" Sam asked.

"I dunno. I was just wondering. I don't want to have to make you go."

"No. I like going down there. It's nice and it'll be good to get away from work for a couple of days."

"Yeah, it will be." Ainsley agreed. "Let's go in here."

Sam didn't get a chance to respond as his wife dragged him into the baby store. He followed her around as she picked out various things

"Do you like this?" Ainsley shoved an outfit in Sam's face and he nodded. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Something's wrong. You're like... in a daze. What happened at your meeting?"

"It wasn't as good as I would've like it do have been."

"You have to go back to it don't you?"

"No. I told them they need to talk to Josh about it. I don't have enough patience to deal with them. And..."

"And what?"

"I'm not too thrilled about seeing your mother."

Ainsley sighed and Sam stared down at the floor.

"I shouldn't have said anything huh?" she asked.

"No, I'm just... not you know..."

"Honey, what—"

"I just... I'm fine. I'm pissed about the meeting."

"Well, it's over so forget about it."

"We needed them for sponsoring the President in the election."

"Sam, there are many senators in the Senate."

"A lot of whom are Republicans."

"And there are just as many Democrats." Ainsley backfired.

"It's my fault that I lost them." Sam muttered.

"Sam, stop. Really. Honey, you can't make things work all the time. Just relax. You're going to give yourself a migraine."

"I think I'm on the verge of having one."

Ainsley rubbed his arm and Sam rubbed his eyes.

"Listen, I have to go get a few things." he reached into his pocket and pulled his credit card out of his wallet. He held it out to Ainsley, who eagerly took it. Sam held onto it though as he continued to speak. "Buy whatever you want but it has to be for the baby."

Ainsley pouted, then sighed.

"All right. What do you need to get?"

"Stuff."

"For what?"

"Stop being a nosy body." Sam leaned down and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "I'll meet you at that pretzel stand right out here."

"Okay Dad." Ainsley said sarcastically.

"Don't give me that tone or I'm taking my card back."

"Go do your shopping."