The Seaborn family was uncharacteristically quiet at breakfast the next morning and Sam had his eyes glued to Ainsley.
"You okay?" he asked.
"What? Yeah. Why?"
"You're not eating."
"I'm not hungry." Ainsley said as Sam sipped his coffee. He choked on a rather large gulp he had took and Ainsley looked at him. "What?"
"You're not hungry?"
"Shut up Sam."
His eyes widened as Ainsley grabbed her orange juice and walked out of the room.
"What did I say?" he turned to Gracie, who just merely raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh that's right you're not talking to me either."
"Good deduction. I'm going to school."
"Have fun." Sam leaned back in his chair as Gracie left the room. What the hell was going on?
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Sam headed over to the East Wing and smiled at Allison, Ainsley's assistant. Allison quickly stood up and greeted Sam.
"Does she have a minute?" he asked.
"Yes. You can go in." Allison replied.
"Thanks." Sam entered Ainsley's office and smiled, seeing her on the phone. He closed the door quietly and sat down in front of her desk. She gave him a small smile as she twirled the phone cord around her finger.
"Okay. Yes I will be there tomorrow afternoon. 2:30? That's wonderful. See you tomorrow, bye." Ainsley hung the phone up and looked at Sam.
"I'm sorry if I did something to annoy you." he said. "Is this about Gracie?"
"Sam, I told you that's between you and her. I'm not getting in the middle of it."
"Are you upset with me about something?"
"No."
"Then why were you so angry at breakfast this morning?"
"I wasn't."
"I asked if you were okay and you said you weren't hungry. So I choked on my coffee and said, 'You're not hungry?' and you told me to shut up and stormed out of the room." Sam said. "You weren't angry?"
"I was kidding around." Ainsley said.
"Oh. I just wanted to come an apologize."
"Well that was sweet of you."
"Yeah..." Sam played with his wedding ring for a minute and looked up at Ainsley. "Can you talk to her?"
"Oh God Sam... just, make time for her and she'll be happy."
The door opened and Allison stuck her head in.
"Mr. President, Bridget just called. She said the Russian ambassador has arrived and is in the Mural Room."
"Thanks Allison."
She nodded and left the room. Sam sighed and stood up, then leaned over the desk and kissed Ainsley quickly.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'll see you later." Sam headed out of the office and Ainsley buried her face in her hands. This was not the best time...
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Bridget entered the Oval Office and handed Sam a paper. He signed it and handed it back to Bridget, who said,
"The First Lady is outside."
"Let her in."
Bridget nodded and left the room. Ainsley came in and shut the door.
"Hi honey."
"Hey..." Sam sighed and tossed a report aside. "What's up?"
"Were you busy?"
"No. Just reading over some reports and then I have to head down to the Press Room to go over the Inauguration speech in about an hour."
"Oh good. We have time to talk then." Ainsley sat down on one of the couches and beckoned Sam over. He moved out of his chair and sat down next to her. "Okay... you know how..."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." Ainsley said quickly. "I didn't talk behind your back or anything like that. I didn't even talk to anyone or reverse anything of yours. You..."
CJ burst into the room from her office,
"Sir, they have news in the Situation Room. Oh hey Ainsley. Were you two in the middle of something?"
"It's okay." she said. "Go Sam. That's more important. We'll... we'll talk later."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, go."
"CJ, I'll catch up with you."
She nodded and headed back into her office.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked, turning back to Ainsley. She nodded and Sam rubbed her back. "Well what's going on?"
"We'll talk later." Ainsley mumbled. "Okay?"
"Okay."
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Sam closed his bedroom door after he entered the room and he looked up from the file in his hands when he heard Ainsley's sniffling.
"Honey, what's wrong?" he dropped everything and sat down next to her.
"Nothing." she wiped her eyes and blew her nose as Sam pulled her into his arms. "It's just sad."
"What's sad?"
"This movie." Ainsley pointed at the TV and Sam looked.
"What is it?"
"I don't know."
Sam stared at the TV as some woman yelled at some guy and he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. Ainsley let out a cry and buried her face in Sam's chest as she sobbed. He stared down at the top of her head as he rubbed her back, trying to get her to calm down.
"Ainse... sweetheart, it's just a movie." he said, kissing her hair lightly.
"It's so cheesy." she said, tears running down her cheeks. Sam wiped them away gently and was beginning to wonder if she was okay. She had been acting—
"Oh my God..."
"What?" Ainsley asked.
"Oh my God..." Sam jumped off the couch and ran his hands through his hair. He was so stupid. "Oh my God!"
"Sam..."
He stared at her, his eyes wide.
"This is not happening."
Ainsley stopped crying and stared at Sam as he paced the room.
"Will you tell me what is going on?" she asked.
"Why don't you tell me what's going on!" Sam exclaimed. "I can't believe that I didn't realize before... I... oh God!"
Ainsley stared down at her lap.
"I didn't want you finding out like this." she said quietly.
"I... Ainse!" Sam let out a moan and sunk down onto their bed. "I... this..."
"Sam..." she moved over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"When did you..."
"A few days ago."
"Did you plan on ever telling me?"
"No Sam I figured you wouldn't realize if there was someone else around here!" Ainsley snapped. He groaned and ran his hands down his face.
"How did this... we... you can't be!"
"Well I am Sam."
"I can barely handle that one!" he jerked his hand towards the door and stood up. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"You're really pregnant..."
Ainsley nodded and Sam thought it over. He sighed and knelt down in front of Ainsley, burying his face in her lap. She stroked his hair lightly and he looked up at her.
"A baby..."
"Yeah."
"NO!"
Sam and Ainsley looked at the door, where a furious Gracie was standing.
"Gracie," Ainsley started. She glared at her parents and slammed the door shut as she left the room.
"I'll worry about her." Sam said.
"No, you've done enough with her." Ainsley sighed and looked down at Sam. "Are you happy about this?"
"I wish that I wasn't President right now. I'm getting over the age thing. A lot of people have kids in their forties. We've wanted more kids."
"It was just never right and it isn't now."
"That's okay."
"It's not okay Sam."
"I'll make it okay."
"Let me go talk to her." Ainsley said. Sam nodded and they both stood up. He pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply. Ainsley smiled and kissed him back as she slid her arms around his neck.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Ainsley pulled away from Sam and smiled at him as she left the room.