Ainsley glanced at Gracie in the rearview mirror as she stopped at a red light. They had been out shopping and when Ainsley had looked at the clock she realized it was Sam's lunch hour so she decided they'd pay him a visit.

"Where are we going Gracie? Hmm?" Ainsley turned slightly to look at her and grabbed her tiny foot lightly. "Are we gonna go see Daddy?"

Gracie cooed, making Ainsley roll her eyes.

"Oh you understand 'Daddy' huh?" she said, turning back around. She drove up to the White House to the gate that opened up to the West Wing parking lot. The guard recognized her and gave her a wave as he opened the gates for her and she drove through. Ainsley parked in her normal parking spot and got out of her car, then went around to the back and unbuckled Gracie from her car seat. "Hopefully Daddy's not working and he'll be hungry so we can go get something to eat because Mommy is very hungry."

Ainsley picked Gracie up and headed through the doors to the lobby. The guard at the desk smiled when he saw her walk in.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Seaborn."

"Hey Bill." Ainsley supported Gracie on her hip and dug through her pocketbook to find her ID.

"This must be Gracie." Bill said.

"Yup."

"She's just as adorable as your husband described her."

"Was there any doubt Bill?"

"Well, he is a writer. He could have exaggerated a bit. But I can see he wasn't." he replied, waving at the dark haired baby. Gracie just stared at the man, wondering if she should like him or not. "She's so serious."

"She's just cautious of who she's around." Ainsley finally found her ID and signed in. "Do you know if Sam left or not?"

"I haven't seen him since he came in this morning."

"Thanks." Ainsley headed into the communications bullpen and glanced into Sam's office, seeing him sitting at his desk. A gray haired man was sitting in one of the visitor chairs and Sam was talking about something. He glanced over the man's shoulder and saw Ainsley standing there. She pointed to leave but he shook his head and stood up.

"Ted, it was a pleasure talking with you but I have another appointment now." Sam said. Ted looked and saw Ainsley standing in the doorway and smiled.

"That your wife?"

Sam grinned and nodded. Ted smiled and stood up.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Seaborn." he said.

"Ainsley is fine." she said. "I'd shake your hand but I'm tied up at the moment."

"Ainse, this is Ted Christensen. He works for Senator Stackhouse." Sam said.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted something."

"No," Ted waved a hand at Ainsley and picked up his briefcase and jacket. "We were finished. Sam was just telling me about some strategies the staff was going over."

The older man noticed Gracie watching him intently and chuckled.

"I'm guessing that's your daughter Sam."

"Yeah," he nodded, a smile on his face as he watched his wife and daughter.

"Thanks for meeting with me."

"Thanks for helping us out." Sam said. He shook hands with Ted, who said good bye and left the room. Ainsley shut the door and Sam went over to her, kissing her deeply.

"What was that for?" she murmured.

"I just felt like kissing you." Sam replied, taking Gracie. "What are you doing here?"

"We were shopping and I figured we'd stop by when I saw it was your lunch hour. Are you hungry?"

"Starved. Let's go get something to eat."

"The Mess?"

"Anywhere you want."

"Mmm... Friday's."

"Let's go." Sam grabbed his jacket and followed Ainsley out of his office, then glanced into Toby's office. "I'm going to lunch. I'll be back in like... an hour and a half."

Toby just lifted a hand in response and the couple left the bullpen.

"Sam!"

He groaned and turned to face Charlie.

"Hey Ainsley." he greeted. "Sam, the President wants to speak with you."

"Okay." he nodded, looking at Ainsley. "I'll be a few minutes."

"I'll wait outside by Charlie's desk." she said, following the guys towards the Oval Office. Charlie opened the door and poked his head into the room.

"Mr. President, Sam's here." he said.

"Tell him to come in." Jed nodded. Sam tried passing Gracie off to Ainsley but she let out a whimper and didn't let go of Sam. He sighed and walked into the Oval Office with Gracie still in his arms.

"Sir, you wanted to see me."

"Yeah. First, give me that beautiful girl." Jed said, moving out from behind his desk. "Wow. Never thought I'd call one of your offspring beautiful. She must get it from Ainsley."

Sam feigned a hurt look but handed a very happy Gracie over to Jed.

"You're getting so big already!" he exclaimed. "Where is your wife Samuel?"

"Outside."

"Charlie!"

"Yes sir?" he came into the room and waited for further instructions.

"Bring Mrs. Seaborn into the room."

Charlie smiled and nodded, shutting the door slightly.

"Ainsley, the President would like to see you."

She paled but walked into the room, quickly rushing behind Sam. She was being stupid, she knew that. 'Stop it Ainsley. For God's sake you danced with the man at your wedding.' 'I had also been ordered to do so.'

"At least she's not peeing in any closets or dancing around in a bathrobe and throwing drinks into the air." Jed joked. Ainsley turned bright red and buried her face in Sam's back. He grinned and reached a hand behind him to grab her hand. "Gracie, your parents are very strange and I'm not sure why but I like both of them very much. However, if they ever drive you to the brink of insanity, please remember you can always come stay with me and Grandma Abbey."

Gracie, however, was not paying attention to the President but instead was looking around the Oval Office, her blue eyes wide with as much interest as a three month old baby could have.

"It's a nice place isn't it?" Jed said, glancing around himself. He leaned down to Gracie's ear and muttered, "You'll be back here in a few years so don't worry."

Ainsley looked up at Sam, who shrugged.

"Sir, you wanted to talk to me about something?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah! The speech, how's it coming?"

"It's coming. I was in a meeting with Ted Christensen and now I was going to go to lunch."

"Go." Jed said without hesitating. "You can worry about it when you get back or I'll get Toby to work on it."

He turned to sit down behind his desk and Sam looked at him.

"Uh Mr. President, could I have my kid back?"

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

"Hi, I'm Tim and I'll be your waiter today." a college aged guy walked over to Sam and Ainsley's table, taking a pad out. "Can I get you guys something to drink?"

"An iced tea." Ainsley said.

"And a coffee." Sam muttered, his eyes glued to the menu.

"Anything for her?" Tim jabbed his pen at Gracie, who was very enthralled in sucking on the toy Ainsley had set in front of her.

"No she's fine." she said.

"I'll be back in a few minutes."

"He was staring at your chest." Sam said, not looking up from the menu.

"And how would you know?"

"I saw him."

"You're looking at the menu."

"I have x-ray vision."

"Mmm, my Superman." Ainsley drawled, sliding her foot against his leg under the table. "He wasn't looking at my chest."

"He was. When he first walked over. I wasn't looking at the menu for a minute and I saw him staring at your chest." Sam leaned down to grab the toy Gracie had thrown and set it in front of her again.

"Well he was very dashing."

"Not as dashing as me."

"No, that's true." Ainsley agreed, giggling. "He's like ten Sam."

"Doesn't mean he's not a guy."

Ainsley rolled her eyes and put her menu down.

"Iced tea," Tim said, setting the drink in front of Ainsley. This time she saw him take a quick glance at her chest and Sam gave her a look behind the kid's back. "And a coffee," he put the cup in front of Sam, who grabbed a sugar packet from where the condiments were. "Are you guys ready to order?"

"Honey?" Ainsley looked at Sam and he nodded. "Okay then. Um, the bruschetta chicken pasta."

"And for you sir?"

" The Jack Daniels chicken strips."

"Oh and an order of chicken quesadillas." Ainsley added. Tim nodded and walked away from the table. "Horny bastard."

"I told you." Sam said quietly.

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

Ainsley sighed with delight as Tim brought over her dessert, an Oreo Madness, and immediately dug in. Sam leaned back in his seat and watched his wife with a dazed look on his face.

"I don't understand why you don't try this." she murmured, licking butterscotch off the spoon. Sam didn't respond. He just continued to stare at her as she devoured her favorite dish. "Sam?"

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." he squeaked. Ainsley stared at him with an amused look on her face.

"What?" she stabbed the giant ice cream sandwich with the spoon and slid it into her mouth, sucking on the spoon for a second. A bit of chocolate syrup was on her bottom lip and she flicked her tongue out to get it. Sam couldn't contain the moan that made its way up his throat, making Ainsley giggle. "Am I turning you on?"

"I hate coming to Friday's with you."

"Why?"

"Because you always order that stupid Oreo thing and... and... every time you eat it, it..." Sam took a deep breath, praying to God she would finish quickly. "It's very erotic."

"I didn't know me eating ice cream could get you so flustered Samuel."

"It... it's not that. You like... make an art out of it or something."

Ainsley nearly choked on the bit of cookie she had in her mouth.

"Well it's a shame you have to go back to work then." she said. "But you never know. Maybe you'll get a little surprise when you come home tonight, like me in that thing you got me from Victoria's Secret."

Sam choked on the rest of his coffee and Ainsley smirked with satisfaction, glad she got back at him.