"Sam, you missed the turn."

"No, I didn't."

"Honey, I've lived in that apartment since before President Bartlet was elected. I'm pretty sure I know how to get home."

"We're not going to your apartment."

She looks at her boyfriend in confusion. "We have to be back at the White House in an hour, and as much as I like this dress, it's really not appropriate for a State Dinner," she explains.

"I put your dress in the trunk when I let Henry out this morning. It's in Donna's office," he tells her.

"So then we didn't need to leave the White House," she reasons. "Where are we going?"

Sam stops the car and extends his arm behind her seat, leaning in close to her, his other hand gently squeezing her knee. "You trust me, right?"

"At this very moment, I'm not sure," she intones.

"Amy."

"Yes, of course I trust you," she concedes with a playful eye roll.

"Then just go with it," he insists, matching her expression.

She takes a deep breath and sighs through her nose before nodding. "Okay," she agrees, her hand finding his as she nods.

"My lease is up next month," he tells her. "I took the place because it was available on short notice, but it's not a great apartment – "

"And here I thought all those sleepovers were just because you like me," she quips.

"That too," he replies with a smile before giving her a quick kiss. He turns off the car and gets out, prompting her to do the same.

He meets her by the passenger door, where she's stepped out to meet him.

In front of her is a two-story stone townhouse with dark wooden stairs leading up to a front porch. "It's beautiful," she tells him as she follows him up the stairs. Upon entering, she finds a beautiful, bright space. There's a sitting area that leads directly to a kitchen and a breakfast nook.

"So this thing we're doing – "

"Our relationship, you mean?" She quips with a grin as she moves toward the kitchen. There's a marble-top island set up with stools, and all the appliances look new. In fact, the house looks like it's been recently renovated.

"Yeah," he replies with a smile, following her through the space. "I think it's been going really well."

"I wholeheartedly concur," she says with a nod as she continues to inspect the space. There's a laundry room off the kitchen and a patio out back with a decently sized yard considering they're in Georgetown.

On the second floor she's surprised to find three bedrooms including a spacious master suite at the back of the house. She steps out the back door in the bedroom to a small balcony. "What do you think?" She hears Sam ask from the doorway.

Amy turns around and leans on the railing. "It's a beautiful house, but do you really need this much space?" She asks.

"I don't," he replies, and is she imagining things or does he look nervous? "But I wouldn't plan on living here alone."

It's then that she realizes why she's here. She finds herself speechless, and after a long moment he finally jumps in.

"There's a fenced-in yard," he explains. "So we can just open the door and let Henry out in the morning." He turns and goes back into the house, prompting her to follow him. "There are two closets in the master. An attached garage. It's a five-minute drive to the White House – we could walk to work when it's nice out."

She leans on the door frame and watches his nervous excitement. He continues listing off the many benefits of the house. "There are two extra bedrooms for…guests."

Amy doesn't miss the way he stumbles to choose that last word, and she finds the corner of her lip twitching into a grin. She shifts off the door frame and goes to him, taking his hands. "Sam, it's a beautiful house," she repeats. "But I'm sure we'd be paying a small fortune in rent."

"I don't want to rent," he informs her, stunning her yet again. "We've both made a lot of money in the private sector over the years, and our White House salaries still aren't anything to sneeze at. It's not going to be a financial struggle."

"What about when we leave the White House?" She asks. "Don't you want to run for office again someday?"

He looks at her in a way that has her knees weakening. "My priority is you," he tells her with a stunning lack of hesitation. "You are not a California girl," he reasons, and she can't say she disagrees. The two weeks she spent working on his campaign in Orange Country proved once and for all that she belongs on the east coast.

Amy looks at him in awe. "You'd be willing to give up the opportunity to run for office again so I don't have to live in California?" She asks incredulously.

He shrugs at that. "It's a small price to pay," he reasons. "I just want to be wherever you are."

"I…" She tries to find words, but then she just sighs with a smile. "I want to be wherever you are," she finally repeats back to him. "And if that means we have to split our time between California and D.C., then that's what we'll do," she promises. "I don't want you to sacrifice a potential dream job just because I'm not built for year-round summer. So when the opportunity comes around – and it will," she insists. "We'll talk about it."

"Absolutely," he agrees with a gentle nod.

She nods back before turning to head into the master bath, which has a shower and a separate tub as well as his-and-hers sinks, and then she looks at the closets, both of which are walk-ins, and if she had made a checklist for house hunting, she would be able to check off every box with this one.

She goes back into the bedroom, where she finds him waiting with his hands in his pockets. "What do you think?" He asks.

"I think Henry's going to love the yard." She smiles widely, and he strides toward her with a smile of his own before taking her face in his hands and kissing her soundly. She slips her arms around his waist, and he eventually wraps her in a hug, just holding her tightly against him. "Sam?" She murmurs after a long moment in his arms.

"Yeah?" He asks quietly.

"Guests… would be nice," she admits softly before pressing a tender kiss to his neck.