"You're never going to pull this off."
"Oh I will."
"No you're not. You have no idea what a ruckus you've caused in DC."
"I'm going to get rid of him once and for all."
"I can't believe you. Trying to assassinate the president because he married your high school sweetheart."
"It'll work Em."
"You're crazy Ryan. You honestly are. Just let it go. It doesn't matter if you kill the President. She's the First Lady for God's sake. You don't think every Secret Service agent, every FBI agent won't be looking for her if you just take her away?"
"She'll come willingly. He'll be dead and she'll willingly come back to me."
"You idiot! You kill him, you're going to jail. Not even, they'll shoot you down on the spot. They know what you're up to and they know you're the most likely suspect."
"They don't know where I am. They may think I'm dead."
"They don't. Believe me they don't."
"It's going to be okay. Everything will fall into place."
-----------------TWW---------------
"I can't believe you signed that thing." Sam said. "I don't want her going Ainse!"
"Why not Sam?" she asked.
"Because she's not safe! I don't want her being out on the streets of Philadelphia when he's still out there."
"She's goes to school everyday."
"She's in an enclosed environment. This is different."
"Sam, they're going to Independence Hall. They're going to museums. It's not like they're hanging out in the alleyways." Ainsley said. "She's going to have her detail. She's going to be protected and you don't know. By then Ryan may be caught."
"We don't know if he will." Sam said as the phone rang. He leaned over and picked the receiver off its base. "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hey. Did you talk to Charlie?"
"Yeah... I... I'm gonna do it."
"Thank you Zoey."
"It's not a problem. I just wonder if I'm doing the right thing."
"Zoey, you don't have to do it. There are other people I can choose from. I just... I liked your style."
"No. I'm doing it. I want to."
"Okay. Uh... don't worry about coming in tomorrow. Start Monday."
"Okay."
"Thanks again."
"It's okay. Good night."
"Night." Sam hung the phone up and Ainsley looked at him.
"What was that about?"
"Zoey's the new Deputy Communications Director." Sam said. Ainsley smiled slightly and nodded as Gracie came into the room. "What's your problem?"
"My mouth hurts."
"Where?"
"In the back."
"You probably have a cavity."
"I didn't know you were a dentist too." Gracie muttered, rubbing her cheek. "Ow."
"If you have a cavity, you gotta get that filled." Sam said. "And we won't know if you have a cavity unless you go to the dentist."
"Nuhuh!" Gracie jumped off the couch and shook her hands wildly. "I am not going to the dentist!"
"Gracie, your teeth are the best fri—"
"Friends you got. You take care of them, they'll take care of you." she finished angrily. "Do you know how many times I heard that speech?"
"You go to the dentist, I won't rip up that permission slip."
"That's not fair."
"It is too fair." Sam said calmly.
"No!"
"Yes. Stop arguing with me. Do you want your teeth to rot and fall out? Believe me, it's not going to get better. That pain is going to get worse."
"Your father's right Gracie." Ainsley piped up.
"Of course he is! You always take his side!" she exclaimed.
"Do I?"
"Yes!"
"Did Daddy say you can go to Philly?"
"No."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"There you go." Ainsley said. Gracie sighed and dropped her head into her hands, knowing there was no use fighting with them.
--------------------TWW----------------
"You know, I was thinking." Ainsley said, getting into bed. Sam made a noise to show he was listening as he played solitaire on his laptop. "Sam, it'd be good if I had your full attention because you're going to say yes to what I'm about to say when in reality you may want to say no."
Sam exited the program and looked up at his wife.
"What?"
"We need to decide what we're doing about the baby."
"I'm confused." Sam said. "I thought it'd be the same as the last time. It's born and then it lives with us and causes us pain and agony for the next eighteen years."
"Yes but last time we were not the President and First Lady." Ainsley said. Sam shut his laptop with a snap and walked over to the dresser, setting the laptop on the top. He got back into bed and stared at Ainsley.
"Are you talking about making a statement?"
"Sam, people are going to realize."
"You don't know that." he said. Ainsley gave him a look as he turned the TV on. She grabbed the remote and turned it off. "Ainse..."
"Do you know that some magazine wrote a blurb about me using a picture from the Correspondents' Dinner? They said I should start losing some weight. I'm already showing Sam!"
"Already? You make it sound like you're a month along. You're like... three months pregnant. Besides, we're not making a statement to the public that we're having a baby because you got offended over some National Enquirer segment."
"It's not because of that."
"I think it is." Sam said.
"It isn't! I just... people will find out sooner or later."
"Later."
"Why don't you let Veronica leak it on Take out the Trash Day." Ainsley suggested. Sam let out a loud laugh and looked at Ainsley like she was crazy.
"That is for when something happens and it's not going to make a dent in the community. I think a lot of people are going to want more when they hear you're pregnant."
"Sam..."
"Let's make a deal." he said. "We don't say anything until after Ryan is caught."
"That could be a long time honey and people are going to see that I'm obviously gaining weight, they've already start to notice and in a matter of time rumors are going to fly that I'm pregnant." Ainsley said.
"I understand that but I really don't want anything released until Ryan is caught. He may try something."
"Okay. We'll wait until after Ryan is caught but we will say something. Got it?"
"Got it."