"Okay. Relax, I will tell him. Graci–" Zoey sighed as the teenager began to ramble again. "Grace! I am walking over to him now. I will tell him. He will be there shortly. Just chill! Go get a soda or something."

She snapped her phone shut and walked over to Sam, who was in the middle of a conversation with a few senators.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt Mr. President,"

"It's fine. What's going on?"

"Your daughter just called me."

"I told her to stop doing that."

"Well uh... it had to do with uh..." Zoey waved her hand and Sam stared at her, confused. "Your wife."

Sam blinked a couple of times, then said, "Oh. Oh. OH!"

Zoey gave him a thumbs up and he looked around at the table full of senators.

"Uh..." Sam looked back up at Zoey who stared at him in disbelief. She pointed to the door and he nodded, standing up. "I have to leave."

"Everything okay?" one of the senators asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure you'll hear about it in the morning." Sam replied. He quickly followed Zoey out of the ballroom, muttering, "I think that was the first time I left a dinner before it was over."

"Be happy you made your speech in the beginning."

"What's going on exactly?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Gracie called me and began talking very fast but I did catch that she was at the hospital with Ainsley and that you better hurry and get over there because she was not having a good time and that she was supposed to be at a concert."

"Knowing Ainsley, this all probably started about the time I was getting ready to leave and when I said, "Ainsley, do you want me to stay home?" she said, "No honey, go ahead and have fun," and then she got Gracie and said, "Hey guess what, your brother has decided he wants to make an appearance." She does this all the time."

"You have more children hiding somewhere?"

"No but she did this with Gracie."

"Oh. The way you said all the time, it sounded like you had about fifteen kids hiding in the mountains." Zoey said.

"What's going on?" CJ was out of breath as she rushed up. She had been trying to catch up to the pair ever since she saw them leave the dinner. "Why are you leaving? You two suddenly leave. Press probably thinks you're having an affair now or something."

"Actually I'm the only person Gracie thought to call, why? I guess it's just cause we're close... like sisters."

"Why?"

"Ainsley's in labor." Sam said casually, then paled.

"Are you kidding me?" Zoey exploded. "We've just been talking about it for five minutes and now you just realize? What is with men and their wives giving birth? Charlie was the exact same way! All you guys have to do is stand there and look cute. We're the ones that have to do all the work."

"She's right." CJ nodded.

"I-I ha-have to... to g-go." Sam stammered. He got into the limo, then got out again. "Where... uh... where are they?"

------------------------------TWW--------------------------

"Okay, so just because of this, I'm not giving you any grandchildren."

Ainsley looked over at Gracie, who was sitting in her chair, a smirk—one nearly identical to Sam's— plastered onto her face.

"You didn't have to be here." she said. "You could've gone to your concert."

"And left you to be by yourself? Ew, no."

"Well that was very sweet of you."

"I don't understand how women go through this everyday." Gracie said, making a face.

"Because they want kids. I may have been in sixteen hours of pain with you and God only knows how long now but I don't regret it. You and your brother mean the world to me and Daddy. Of course, your father, damn him, lucked out on having to give birth, but he experienced and will experience large amounts of pain as well."

Gracie laughed quietly and ran a hand through her hair.

"Did you want more kids?"

"Yeah."

"Then what happened?"

"You—" Ainsley paused as a contraction began. She let out a pained noise and sighed once it was over. "You've seen how things are. It's chaotic. We... we felt bad about not being there for you a lot."

"You guys did fine with me."

"Thanks. We figured we couldn't handle any more kids. Gracie, when you were born we were both working at the White House and that was crazy enough as it was but then your father got some crazy idea to run for Congress but apparently all he did was give his name for th—"

"I know the story Mom."

"You can't blame him Gracie."

"I don't."

"We originally wanted four or five kids." Ainsley said. "Believe that?"

"That's so many though!"

"Well, it was just me, Alex, and Casey and I always wanted more siblings and your dad was an only child until he was twelve, then Sarah was born."

"What about Aunt Mariana?"

Ainsley opened her mouth, then shut it. Gracie stared at her for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on in her head.

"Why is this so secretive?"

"Story for another time." Ainsley replied as the door opened. Sam sighed, relieved.

"Finally. I thought I was lost."

"Why didn't you just look for the hallway full of agents?" Gracie asked. Sam gave her a look and motioned for her to leave. "I'm going. Come get me with things start popping out."

And with that, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

"About time you got here." Ainsley remarked.

"Hey, how long were you having contractions before I left?" Sam asked. Ainsley glared at him and he gave her a look. "I don't understand why you do this. You did this with Gracie too."

"I already told you for the past sixteen years that I didn't want you getting into a car accident!"

"And now?"

"You had to go to that dinner."

"Ainsley,"

"Sam, nothing would have been happening until well after that dinner was over so do not start with me. There was no point in you sitting here doing nothing when you could've been productively running the country."

"I do not care. You are more important than anything else."

"Fine. But don't worry. This is the last kid we'll be having."

"You're relatively calmer than the last time."

"Oh no. I'm in immense amounts of pain and I just put on a brave face in front of Gracie. She's already sworn off having children."

"Good. She should stay a virgin."

"Sworn off having children, not sex Professor. Things called condoms, which apparently, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE!"

"Hey, you were there too! And I'm amazed we even conceived a child that night, seeing as everyone and their brother kept interrupting us!"

"Oh and what night might that have been?"

"Election Night. After all, I had just been reelected as President of the United States. It was a good night for me."

Ainsley opened her mouth to reply but a pained expression crossed her face and she quickly grabbed Sam's hand. He held back a groan as she squeezed tightly, then let go as the contraction passed.

"It's gonna be a long night huh?" he asked.

"Oh shut up."

"Has your doctor been in?"

"No Sam, she figured that I could examine myself."

"I take that as a yes."

Ainsley nodded, staring down at her stomach.

"She said everything's okay?"

At this, she began to cry, which alarmed Sam. He moved onto the bed and held her.

"Something's wrong." he said. "What did she say?"

"Nothing. Everything's fine." Ainsley sniffled, her face buried in Sam's shoulder. "I'm fine. The baby's fine. I just... Sam, I'm so scared."

"What? Ainse,"

"I know, it's stupid but I am."

"No, no honey it's not. But... why?"

"Gracie and I were talking about everything and she asked why we didn't have more kids and I told it was because of how chaotic life was and we barely have time for her but she said that she thinks that we did a good job on her. Sam, what if we can't do this again? And what if we... what if we're not good parents?"

"Ainsley, Gracie's still alive and educated isn't she?"

"Yes."

"She has good morals right?"

"Yeah."

"She picks good friends, even if her taste in guys is terrible, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hon, I think we did something right. And it's not like we were parents only when Gracie was a baby. We can't forget how to be parents. We do it every day."

"I know but it's been so long since Gracie was a little kid. Sam, we were getting her ready to leave and go to college and now we have to do it all again and that..."

"Leave? She's still has two years!"

"You know what I mean. And when you were Congressman and Governor, at least I could spend some time with Gracie. By the time you were President, she was eleven and didn't need so much attention so with us off doing what we do, she was sort of okay and we devoted the rest of our time to her. But, he's a baby Sam. He constantly needs attention." Ainsley said.

"Ainse, listen to me. We'll manage. I'm not denying the next three and a half years are going to be rough." he stopped and rubbed her back, feeling her tense up against him as she went through another contraction. "But honey, we'll manage. Obviously the Kennedys did it."

"Don't compare us the Kennedys."

"All around, they're not a great analogy. But they did have JFK, Jr. while he was in office. They managed, so will we. And they were fifty years ago. We have advantages."

"Sam, raising children does not change in fifty years."

"Okay, granted we don't have robotic nannies like The Jetsons, but—" he was cut off by Ainsley laughing. "But we'll handle being President and First Lady and Dad and Mom too, like we always have. I promise you that we will."

"I know, I'm being stupid." she mumbled.

"Hormones." Sam reasoned, making her laugh again. Her smile faded as she squeezed Sam's hand tightly. He felt horrible. He really did. He hated seeing her in such pain but—

"Sam, I don't care." she said softly. "I mean I do care. The pain is you know, pretty intense but it's worth it."

"You scare me sometimes."

"What?"

"I was just thinking that exact same thing because you've told me a million times before."

"We're two of a kind."

"Match made in Heaven."

"Don't push your luck."

Sam nodded, knowing not to provoke Ainsley at a time like this.

"We didn't even come up with a name yet." she said suddenly.

"What?"

"A name. The kid has no name yet."

"Oh. Well, with Gracie, we... we fought over every single name."

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you yet." Ainsley said. "Any suggestions?"

Sam thought for a minute and sighed, running his free hand through his hair. This had been on his mind for a while and the same name kept coming back to him.

"Nick." he finally said. "Nicholas James."

"I like it." Ainsley murmured.

"It's..."

"I know."

"You don't care?"

Ainsley shook her head and Sam leaned back towards her, his face buried in her shoulder. She brought a hand up, running her fingers through his hair. He lifted his head, kissing her cheek softly. She turned her head slightly so their lips met and they sat like that for a couple seconds.

"I love you."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have done this to me."

"This is where you say, Oh I love you too Sam."

"Shove it."

"I thought having a baby shows that two people—"

"I don't want to hear any of your wisdom Professor."

"You know, I am the Pres—"

"Again, shove it."

"All of the world thinks you're this wonderful, southern belle and really,"

"Sam, I won't refrain from hitting you right now."

"Okay."

-----------------------TWW-----------------

Gracie opened the door to her mother's room and poked her head inside. She glanced around, seeing Ainsley asleep on the bed and Sam sitting in the chair, a blue bundle in his arms.

"Dad,"

He glanced up and smiled, seeing her in the doorway.

"Come here,"

Gracie entered the room, shutting the door quietly. She walked over to Sam and peered over his shoulder at her baby brother.

"He's so tiny." she whispered.

"So were you." Sam glanced up at her, a grin on his face. "Still are bu–-"

"That's not funny. What's his name?"

"Nicky."

"Like on CSI?"

"How about like your grandfather? We just reversed his first and middle names."

"Cool. Hey, how come I wasn't named after any body?"

"Because Ainsley, Anne, Emily, and Elizabeth do not sound so good with Grace Seaborn."

"Well now, that's your fault isn't it?"

"No. Your mother didn't agree with me on any name that I picked out."

"You could've called me Samantha."

Sam turned his head and stared at Gracie.

"It was just a suggestion." she mumbled. Ainsley shifted and opened one eye slightly so she was watching them.

"You want to hold him?" Sam asked quietly.

"Is he gonna puke, pee, poop, or anything else on me?"

"Maybe."

"I'll take my chances."

Sam smirked and stood up, telling Gracie to sit. She did and awkwardly held out her arms.

"It's a baby not a bomb."

"I know."

"Then why are you acting like it's one?" Sam asked, placing Nicky in his oldest child's arms.

"I'm not."

"Sure." Sam stepped back, watching his kids for a moment. "You better not have one of these for a long time."

"Oh, after seeing how much pain Mom was in last night, I'm not having any at all."

"I told you she said that." Ainsley said. Sam turned and smiled as he sat down next to her.

"Am I allowed to touch you now?" he asked.

"Possibly. Hi sweetheart."

"Hi Mom."

"Can I see Nicky?"

"Please take him."

Her parents laughed and Sam moved again, this time taking his son with him. He sat back down next to Ainsley and she took Nicky from him.

"I'm gonna go get a soda." Gracie said, jumping up. "I'll be right back."

Sam nodded and she left the room, the door shutting behind her. He kissed Ainsley's head lightly and she looked over at him, a look in her eyes. He held his hands up jokingly in surrender, making her laugh. She turned her attention back to Nicky, who had his eyes open slightly.

"Well hi there my little man." she cooed. Nicky clamped his eyes shut, making Ainsley frown.

"Guess he knew he was seen." Sam laughed. "What are you doing buddy? You teasing Mommy? You're gonna have to learn that Mommy doesn't like to be teased."

"Daddy's a big fat liar." Ainsley countered. She sighed and looked at Sam. "I wonder what's going on in his head right now."

"Why did these people have to be my parents. They're lunatics." he said. "That's what's going on in his head right now."

"Just wait till you actually meet Gracie."

"We'll understand if you don't want to be around her. I get that feeling a lot."

"Wow," Gracie called sarcastically from the door, "I feel so loved."

"I thought you went to get a soda." Sam said.

"It's right down the hall." she said, sitting on the bed. She leaned against her father slightly, his arm going around her shoulders. The door was opened slightly and Josh peered in. Donna gave him a good smack across the back of his head, making him jump.

"Leave them alone." she grabbed his hand and tried to drag him down the hallway but Josh seemed to be glued to the floor.

"I want to see the baby."

"Look at them! They haven't been happy like that in months... no, probably years. Let them have some time alone, as a family."

Josh stared at his friends, then sighed and mumbled, "Oh all right."

The couple began to walk down the hallway and Josh glanced over at Donna.

"Hey uh... Donna?"

"What?"

"You know... that uh... Sam got another kid..."

"No. Absolutely not."

"But Donna!"

"We have two and now they have two. Our families are equal. How long is this going to go on? You two feeling the need to one-up each other? Besides, Joanie and Danny are getting older. Do you really want to restart from the beginning again? Two AM feedings? Gross diapers? Non-stop crying?"

Josh grimaced and nodded.

"Remind me to call him later and rub it in his face how well we have it and how he really won't sleep at all anymore."

"Or you could be nice and support him."

"Or I could tell him he's crazy."

"Joshua, you're the Vice President and—"

"Doesn't mean I have to be mature when it comes to Sam." he muttered, making Donna roll her eyes.