"Come on."

"Grow up."

"Come on Sam."

"Grow up Josh."

"It'll be fun."

"They'll kill us."

"But it'll be fun."

Sam glanced around then headed into the bike display with Josh. He, Ainsley, Josh, and Donna were at a toy store shopping for baby things. Sam and Josh were annoying Ainsley and Donna so they told them to go find something to do. They had wandered around the store before coming to the back of the store where the bikes were.

"I won't live to see my daughter be born." Sam said, watching Josh pull a bike off a rack.

"She won't do much damage to you." he said, pulling another bike onto the floor. He rolled it to Sam, who grabbed the handlebars and steadied the bike.

"What if CJ gets wind of this?"

"Then you won't live to see your daughter be born."

"You're a bad influence with me. You know, Ainsley actually threatened to punish me if I kept doing bad things with you."

Josh laughed as he sat down on the bike.

"What? No sex for a few months?" he smirked.

"Hey, that can be pretty bad." Sam said but got on the bike. The boys began riding around the store, getting weird looks from people. "Are we going to get in trouble for doing this?"

"No. Everyone does this."

"Everyone is usually kids six to fifteen."

"You know, they got the new Star Wars merchandise out for the new movie."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I saw it when we walked in."

"We should get some lightsabers and have a duel."

"We should." Josh agreed. "But, Sammy wouldn't Mommy get mad at you for hanging out with such a naughty boy like me and put you in time out?"

Sam turned his head to look back at Josh, whose eyes widened.

"Sam, look out!" he exclaimed, making Sam look in front of him. He let out a yell as he crashed into a toy display, making the toys come tumbling down on him as he fell off the bike. Josh, who was too close to slow down, screamed as the front tire hit Sam's stomach, making him groan as Josh flipped over the handlebars and onto the floor, his legs landing on Sam's chest.

"I think I broke a few ribs." Sam mumbled.

"I think I cracked my skull open." Josh whimpered, gently touching his forehead. The manager of the store walked over and stared at the scene.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked. Ainsley and Donna came over and Ainsley sighed.

"I heard the crash and yells and knew it had to be my husband." she said. "You know Sam, when I said to stay out of my hair, I didn't mean to wreak havoc on the store."

"I'm in pain." he struggled to sit up, grasping his chest. "It was all Josh's idea."

"Hey, he ran into the display." he muttered. "Donna, I'm injured."

"Don't complain to me." she said.

"Ainse, it hurts." Sam mumbled, staring up at her with a pained expression on his face.

"It's not my fault you're an idiot." she said, turning to the manager. "I'm very sorry about this."

"You two are top government officials yet you behave like you're five." Donna chastised the boys as Ainsley dealt with the manager.

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"I almost don't feel sorry for you."

"Mean woman."

"Hey, am I not sitting here tending to you?" Ainsley pushed the ice pack harder on Sam's bruised chest, making him squeal quietly. "I think you're so intelligent sometimes and then you go and pull stunts like this."

"It was Josh's fault."

"Does Josh control you?"

"No."

"Then it's not Josh's fault."

Sam hung his head and Ainsley lifted the ice pack off his chest.

"You're going to have a nice bruise there for a few days." she said. "You're lucky you didn't break your arm, knowing how you are."

Sam thought about this, then nodded, a look of agreement on his face. Ainsley smiled slightly and kissed his forehead.

"Lay down." she murmured. Sam obeyed and Ainsley pulled the blanket over him.

"I'm sorry." he muttered.

"You can be pretty stupid sometimes Samuel but that doesn't mean I don't love you any less."

Sam smiled tiredly and his eyes shut. Ainsley shook her head and brushed his hair off his forehead, then left the room.

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"Sam, please talk to me."

Sam ignored Josh and continued to paint the nursery.

"You know, I came over here to help you paint, yet you ignore me."

"You got me in trouble."

"If you weren't so klutzy you wouldn't have ran into that display and Ainsley would have never have known."

"She would've known. Believe me, she would've." Sam said. "She's got this freaky psychic thing going on."

"She's coming between us." Josh said. "Remember the days when we had no worries and could get into trouble without having to worry about Ainsley?"

"No. Not really."

"Has she brainwashed you?"

"Yes. You know, soon I'm going to have long blonde hair, shrink to 5 feet tall, and join the Republican party." Sam said sarcastically.

"Don't even joke about things like that." Josh said, a serious tone in his voice.

"Josh, she's not the devil incarnate or the antichrist or here to destroy the world."

"You don't know that. I mean, look at what we're doing."

Sam paused and looked around.

"We're painting a room pale purple. I don't think that's going to bring about the apocalypse."

"Yeah but for a baby." Josh said. "She's breeding."

"You didn't take your medicine today did you?" Sam asked. "Remember that it's also my baby as well and there's a 50/50 chance that she'll be Democrat."

"Yeah but I'll spend the next 18 years wondering if she's going to jump out of the shadows and kill me."

"Josh, please."

"Why does it have to be purple?" he asked.

"Because I wanted to paint the room blue and Ainsley wanted pink, which is a light variation of red. And we don't want to force the baby into choosing political parties yet so we decided to mix blue and red together and got purple."

"Great to know you two paid attention in kindergarten." Josh smirked. "You two are a pair of freaks you know that?"

"Yeah well, we agreed that the baby would be bipartisan."

"I worry about you Sam."

"I'm fine. Never been better."

"That's what they all say and then the next week you find them chopped up in garbage bags floating down the Potomac."

--------------------TWW----------------

Ainsley rolled over as Sam screamed and jumped out of bed.

"What's wrong?" she mumbled, staring at Sam, who was frantically looking over himself. "Honey?"

"I'm still here." he said, relief flooding his features.

"Where would you be?"

"You chopped me up into tiny pieces and stuffed me in garbage bags, then tossed them into the Potomac!" Sam exclaimed.

"What the hell?" Ainsley stared at him incredulously. "Sam, what's go— never mind. You were hanging out with Josh today."