"Mr. President, your wife would like to know if you have a minute."

"Yeah, send her in."

Bridget left and Ainsley walked in, making Sam look up.

"Hey."

"I was photographed."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how I went shopping today?"

"You went shopping?"

"Yeah. Closed the store down for two hours, let me get whatever I want, etcetera. Well a group formed outside the store as did the press and I was photographed." Ainsley said. "Now, I know we've been photographed before but no one has really... you know, made a... connection to my... weight gain."

"You were buying something for the baby." Sam deduced. Ainsley nodded.

"And we did agree that we'd wait until after... you know, Ryan was caught but we never did. And when I went to the doctors she said everything was fine so... I... Sam, we don't have a choice to hide the baby anymore."

"Okay... tomorrow when the picture comes out, I'll tell Amanda to make a statement."

"You don't... you don't think they're gonna say anything to do you?"

"Well..." Sam leaned back in his chair and thought for a minute. "They may be a little pissed that we waited so long to tell them but we can just say we had personal reasons and Stacey Shepard may say it's Josh's baby since you know, she still thinks you two are having an affair."

"Oh. Well gee, honey you made me feel so much better."

"Ainse, it was a picture. They're not going to crucify us. I mean, if you were like... buying a bomb on the black market, I could see that but you in a baby store, no."

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Amanda walked into the Press Room, knowing what was going to be the main story of the day. She had barely gotten to the podium when the reporters began yelling her name.

"I'm going to brief you on today and then I will take your questions." she said. About ten minutes later the hands went flying and Amanda called on Megan Rice, a reporter from the New York Times.

"Is the First Lady pregnant or are you going to tell us she was shopping for a friend?" she asked. Amanda laughed slightly and shook her head.

"The President and First Lady spoke to me this morning and yes, she is pregnant."

Another hand went up and Amanda called on Andrew Callahan.

"How far along is she and why did they keep it a secret?"

"The First Lady is about four and a half months along and there are various reasons as to why they didn't want the public knowing until now."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Well, Ryan Greene, who, if you guys remember, kidnapped Gracie and shot the President, was still at large until Inauguration Day and they didn't want him trying anything. Then the First Family wanted to make sure everything was okay with the baby before letting the story out and then something happen."

In Ainsley's office, she and Sam glanced at each other and then continued to watch the briefing. The phone on the desk rang but they ignored it, knowing Allison would pick it up. The door opened about two minutes later and Allison grabbed their attention.

"Mrs. Seaborn, your sister-in-law is on the phone."

"I have three sister-in-laws Allison."

"Sarah."

Sam grabbed the phone off the desk and brought it up to his ear.

"Hey, it's Sam. What's going on?" He leaned back in his chair and dropped the phone onto the desk.

"Sam," Ainsley gave him a confused look but he didn't say anything. She frowned and took the phone off the desk. "Sarah? Wh— oh god."

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Ainsley quietly opened the door to Sam's office on Air Force One and entered the room.

"Honey,"

Sam looked up from a memo, his chin resting on his hand.

"Hi."

"Do you want to talk?"

"Not really."

"Okay."

"We're staying with Sarah for the couple days." Sam said, a frown on his face.

"I take it you don't like that."

"She got my mom's house when my mom died and that's where we grew up. My room is now Andy's room but it still sucks."

"But Andy gets to tell stories at school," Ainsley smiled. "How he gets to stay in the same room that the President did when he was growing up."

"He already brags that the President is his uncle." Sam muttered.

"You don't want to see Mariana."

"Nope but I know I can't avoid her. How's Gracie doing?"

"She hasn't really said anything. I don't... I don't think she really thinks anything of it. She and your father weren't close. Honey, she's still your sister."

"She may be my father's daughter but she's not my sister."

Ainsley sighed and nodded. They had gone through this many times before and she knew now was not the time to pester him.

"I'm sorry I... haven't really... been here for you." she said quietly, sitting down.

"I don't need you to be here for me. I don't care. I'm only going out of respect."

"Right. You told me in the car."

Sam caught the sarcastic tone in his wife's voice but chose to ignore it. He stared back down at the memo, blinking back tears. He did care and right now he didn't know how to talk to Ainsley about it.

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Sarah didn't even need to look out the window to know her big brother was there. She had heard the motorcade coming down the street.

"Andy! Liz! Your uncle is here!"

There were loud footsteps as Sarah's twins raced out of a room down the hall and into the living room. She put a small smile on her face and walked upstairs.

"Brad? Honey, my brother's here." she called.

"Be down in a minute!" a muffled voice called back. Sarah headed back downstairs and opened the front door. Sam had just gotten out of the limo and his eyes became glued to his sister's. Sarah rushed down the stairs and crossed the front lawn to him.

"Hey," she pulled him towards her and they held each other for a minute before pulling away. "You okay?"

Sam nodded, a grim look on his face. He immediately perked up however, seeing his niece and nephew rushing towards him.

"The Demonic Duo!" he exclaimed, lifting Liz into his arms.

"Hey!" Andy stomped his foot and glared up at his uncle.

"I like her better." Sam teased. He planted a kiss on his niece's cheek, then grabbed Andy. "And I can also lift her."

"Don't hurt your back." Ainsley joked as she hugged Sarah.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. "Giving him another baby. You have to be out of your mind. If I were you, I wouldn't even let him touch me."

"He can be very persuasive." Ainsley winked.

"You know, since the first day I've met you, you always make a crack about how he's good in bed." Sarah smirked.

"I am." Sam grinned, popping in on their conversation.

"Getting old doesn't even slow him down." Ainsley laughed.

"Ugh, come on!" Sarah cringed, turning to Gracie. "Look at you! You got so big since the last time I saw you!"

"I stopped growing when I was thirteen." she said, hugging her aunt.

"Okay smart ass. That was the last time I saw you."

"You saw me at Daddy's birthday. And I'm beginning to think that's the family nickname for me. Where's Uncle Brad?"

"He's inside. He's finishing up some things for work. He said he'd be down in a minute."

"Oh."

The group made their way into the house and Sarah pulled Sam off to the side.

"Olivia and Mariana are coming over tonight," she said, making her brother sigh. "Sam, please don't start."

"How long had he been like this? He seemed fine at my birthday."

"When we got back is when everything start going down hill."

"That was only a month and a half ago."

"I know. It happened quickly. There was nothing the doctors could do."

"Or nothing he'd let the doctors do."

"It was his choice. There was nothing any of us could say to change his mind." Sarah said. "I'll put Gracie's stuff in Liz's room and your stuff can go in the guest room. I'm sorry that's it not all... high class like you're used to."

"Shut up." Sam muttered but saw the smile on his sister's face.