A/N: So sorry it's taking me so long to update! Life has been hectic and I barely find time to even get on the computer anymore. But things have calmed down, I hope, and I'll be updating more often.

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Sam sat himself on the edge of his bed as he tied his shoe while watching some news show. The people on the show were criticizing him on a speech he had made yesterday after he had left the interview with Lisa.

"I think they underestimate you."

Sam jumped, then glanced over his shoulder and saw Gracie, remembering she was sick and had crawled into bed with him and Ainsley last night.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like crap. Mom went to make breakfast and she said I have a fever so I'm not going to school."

"That's good. It's Sunday anyway."

Gracie groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. Sam snickered and grabbed her leg as he said, "You thought you got out of going to school."

"No."

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yeah."

"Leave me alone."

"What's your mom making?"

"I don't know. Probably a feast."

"Yeah, probably, knowing the way she eats."

"Dad,"

"Yeah?"

"If you didn't go to work on Grandpa Jed's campaign, would you have married Lisa?"

"How did you—" Sam cut himself off with a sigh and Gracie poked her head out from the blanket. "You were talking to Josh weren't you?"

"I may have stopped by his office."

"Gracie,"

"Okay so I talked to him for a couple of minutes."

"What did he tell you?"

"The basics. So you didn't answer my question."

Sam sighed and sat there for a second, pondering what his answer would be. He had never really thought about it before. In eighteen years he had never thought how his life would be if he had married Lisa and in only about nine hours he had been confronted with the situation twice, once by his wife, then once by his daughter.

"I don't know. Probably."

"Would you have joined the campaign?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think you'd have met Mom?"

"Seeing as she has this wish to kick my ass, yes I suppose I would have." Sam nodded, then eyed Gracie. "Why?"

"Would you still have... you know, started seeing her?"

'No. I wouldn't have turned my back on Lisa. I wouldn't have turned out like my dad.' Sam thought but found himself saying yes. Gracie made a small noise and sat up a little more.

"Why did you two not get married?"

"Gracie, what is this? Twenty questions?" he stood up and she held a hand up to Sam, who hoisted her off the bed. Gracie stumbled slightly and he wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her. "Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm sick."

"Why don't you go back to bed."

"I'm hungry."

"And then you're going back to bed."

"Not fighting with you on that one." Gracie muttered. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom and then I'll meet you guys in the kitchen."

"Okay." Sam kissed the top of her head, then they split up in the hallway. He headed into the kitchen, where Ainsley was standing at the stove, staring at the pan in front of her. "Having problems?"

"No. Why the hell can't you guys like scrambled eggs?"

"Why?"

"Because I can't make the other kind."

"You open the egg, dump it into the pan, and let it cook." Sam said. "How hard is that?"

"Probably because every time I dump the egg in the pan, the yolk breaks and you don't got an egg anymore."

"Don't have an egg anymore."

"Excuse me Professor."

Sam smirked and kissed Ainsley lightly.

"Is Gracie still asleep?"

"No. She's in the bathroom."

"Oh." Ainsley grabbed the pan off the stove and set it in the sink. "Do you want pancakes? I made some of those too."

"I don't care." Sam sat down at the table and pulled the newspaper over to him. "She asked me if I would have married Lisa if I didn't join the campaign."

"Who?"

"Gracie."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"What did you say?"

"I said probably. I mean, I would've if I didn't join the campaign and I would've married her even if I joined the campaign but she broke up with me." Sam said. He looked up at Ainsley and quickly added, "Which was the best thing that could've happened. Then she asked if we did get married and I still joined the campaign, if I met you, would I have started seeing you."

"Would you?" Ainsley asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I think things happen for a reason and I think somehow we still would've ended up together."

"So I guess you're glad I kicked your ass on national television and Jed decided to hire me."

"I think I would've gotten sick of listening my inner voice's taunts and have hunted you down anyway but then again you probably would've killed me if I showed up on your doorstep."

Ainsley smirked and set a plate in front of Sam.

"You never know. I may be a strong Republican woman who vowed never to date a Democrat but I'm not stupid enough to refuse a gorgeous guy standing on my doorstep." she leaned down and kissed him softly. "You know, seeing as we still would've ended up together somehow."

"Doesn't matter anyway. We're together."

"That's what matters."

"Are you gonna eat?"

"When have I never?" Ainsley asked, making Sam nod in agreement. "I'm waiting for Gracie so I don't have to get back up to feed her."

"She's fifteen. She can feed herself."

"She's sick Sam."

"She probably went to her bedroom and fell asleep." he said. He frowned at the newspaper, then put it down and grabbed the sports section. He glanced up at Ainsley, watching her for a second. "You have a doctor's appointment today right?"

"Yeah."

"What time?"

"5:30."

"I'll come."

"If you're busy..."

"I'm not busy. It's Sunday. I probably won't even be in the West Wing today."