"Hi."
Emma let out a scream as she practically jumped a foot into the air. Ryan grinned as he leaned against the doorjamb.
"What... how did you get in here?" she exclaimed.
"I used my key." Ryan replied. "Didja miss me?"
"No! Why are you here?"
"I need a place to stay. The ocean was magnificent. Thanks for letting me use the boat."
"I... you took my boat?"
"I told you I needed it."
"I... oh get out!"
"Why?"
"Because the FBI is probably watching my house! Now go away before they think I'm in on this!"
"But you are Em."
"I don't want to be anymore. I think it's stupid and you're going to get caught and I don't want to be caught in this." she said.
"It's too late." Ryan replied.
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"This is good."
"Mmm."
"This is really good. Wow."
"Mhmm."
"I am shocked."
"You shouldn't be. You've seen it before."
"Not like this." Sam looked over at Ainsley as they sat in bed. "You want to read this?"
"I'll wait. She's good?"
"Yeah. Really good. I should've hired her a long time. I'm not really shocked."
"Why?"
"When she was in college she came to me to edit her term papers. Nothing was really wrong with them, just a few spelling mistakes and punctuation." Sam said.
"Sam, I'm hungry."
"What else is new Ainse?"
"Samuel."
"I'm kidding. What do you want me to do about it?"
"I want cheesecake." Ainsley said, scooting closer to Sam. He just mumbled something as his eyes wandered back down to the paper in his hands. "Sam..."
"What?" he looked over at Ainsley and saw the pleading look in her eyes. "Oh for God's sake Ainsley!"
"Well gee, if that's how you're going to act."
"Just call."
"It's not the same." Ainsley pouted.
"As what?"
"As you making a midnight run to get your pregnant wife food."
Sam rolled his eyes and swung his legs out of bed. He tossed the speech aside and stood up, giving Ainsley a glare as he crossed the room.
"I love you honey."
"Yeah."
"You act like you're going to China, not down the hall."
"You just love to torture me."
"Well that too." Ainsley smiled. Sam tried hard but he couldn't keep a smile off his face. "See, you'd do anything for me."
"I would." and with that Sam left the room. He returned about ten minutes later and handed Ainsley a plate wrapped in tinfoil. She carefully unwrapped it and smiled, seeing it was dessert left over from last night. "Satisfied."
"Very. Thank you." Ainsley leaned over to Sam for a kiss and he quickly kissed her. He went back to reading his speech and she began to eat. Ainsley was nearly finished when Sam glanced over at her.
"You uh... you got... whatever that is right here," Sam pointed at his bottom lip. Ainsley licked the side of her lip and Sam shook his head. "It's still there."
Ainsley licked again and still missed the dollop of whipped cream again. Sam leaned over and kissed Ainsley, sliding his tongue along her lip. She let out a moan and pressed herself closer to him, her arms snaking around his neck. Sam slid the plate off the bed, causing it to land on the floor with a clang.
"Be happy that wasn't glass." Ainsley murmured, shoving Sam onto his back.
"I'd be cleaning it up right?"
"Mhmm." Ainsley dipped her head and Sam ducked out of the way. "Hey!"
He let out a laugh as he reached up and cupped the back of Ainsley's neck, pulling her down to him. She gave a satisfied smile as their lips met in a soft kiss. They pulled away slightly and Sam reached over, shutting the light off as Ainsley's lips crushed against his again.
"You taste like cheesecake." he mumbled, rolling them over so he was straddling Ainsley.
"Well you taste like an eraser." she teased, speaking of when Sam had been chewing on a pencil before.
"You're hilarious."
"I know."
There was silence as they became liplocked once again. Ainsley pushed Sam into a sitting position so she could get his t-shirt off. He pulled her up with him and kissed her cheek, then down to her ear.
"Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
"Yes now stop talking." Ainsley yanked Sam's shirt up over his head and the phone rang. "You know, we could've been done."
"I highly doubt it." Sam said, moving off her. He grabbed the phone and brought it up to his ear. "Yeah? What? Alright. Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right down."
"What was that?"
"I gotta go."
"Where?"
"Situation Room. Don't wait up for me."
Ainsley sighed and nodded as Sam turned the light on. He tripped over the plate, making Ainsley shake her head. She watched him as he quickly dressed and laid back down. Sam walked back over to her and kissed her quickly.
"People have horrible timing." Ainsley muttered.
"I know. I love you."
"I love you too."
Sam left the room and Ainsley rolled onto her side so her back was facing the door. Sam was walking through the Residence when he heard a clicking noise. He frowned and went into the darkened living room.
"What are you doing?"
Gracie let out a squeak and quickly saved whatever she was typing on her laptop, then shut it with a snap.
"Huh? Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Sam asked, flipping the light switch.
"I couldn't sleep. I figured it was Saturday, it didn't matter." Gracie said.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking and decided to go online or watch some TV or... something." Gracie frowned, seeming unsure of herself. "Anyway, what are you doing?"
"I have to go to the Situation Room. Why don't you get some sleep?"
"I will..."
"You don't sound too convincing."
"How long are you going to be down there?"
"I don't know. Probably a half hour."
Gracie nodded.
"Your mom is still awake." Sam added as he began to leave the room.
"I think I'll pay her a visit."
"Sounds like a good idea."
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Sam quietly opened his bedroom door and Ainsley looked up. She was awake, which didn't surprised him but what did surprise him was that she was holding Gracie, who had her head buried in her shoulder.
"What happened?" they asked at the same time.
"You go first." Sam said.
"Apparently you told her to come in here."
"I walked past the living room and she was sitting there and we talked for a minute so I told her that you were still awake and she said she was going to pay you a visit."
"You know, I didn't think it was this bad."
"What?"
"This thing with Ryan."
"Why?" Sam asked. Ainsley sighed and removed one arm from Gracie, who let out a whimper and clung tighter to Ainsley. Sam sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to Gracie.
"Sam, she is so afraid that he is going to come back and take her again."
"I know."
"I... she said she won't talk to Friedman again. I'm beginning to run out of ideas."
"Me too."
"What was going on in the Situation Room?"
"A naval boat out in the Pacific is traveling into dangerous territory. Possibility of getting hit by an enemy army so we had to figure a way to get it out of there or negotiate." Sam replied.
"Ah."
"I'll take her to bed."
"Really? How do you plan on doing that?" Ainsley asked.
"Carry her. Duh."
"Okay. Just don't throw your back out."
Sam gave Ainsley a look as he leaned over to pick Gracie up.
"Oh God." he muttered, trying to pick her up. "Oh to hell with it. I'll sleep on the couch."
"You know honey, you're not twenty years old anymore."
"Neither are you so I'd keep quiet over there."
Ainsley just smiled and shifted Gracie slightly so she could lay down. Sam grabbed his pillow and flopped down onto the couch.