"President Grant, it's six o'clock."

"Thank you, Mrs. Landingham." She gets up from her desk. She is still not quite used to the grandeur of the office. "Where are they?"

"In the Rose garden."

She walks down the marble steps, her heels clicking softly against the tiles. It's a beautiful day outside. The April sun is about the set. Everything has an orange glow about it, the world seems golden.

"Honestly, you two, you would think that you'd ease up on the PDA once you hit the golden age." They jump apart, slightly startled. The older woman turns around. Her hair is impeccable. Her while coat tied loosely around her waist.

"Zoey Harper Grant, I do not care if you've become the president of this fine nation, that is not how you speak to your mother."

"Or father," he adds with a wink. They interlace their hands and start walking along the path. Their steps synchronized.

"Where are our grandkids?" her mother asks as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

'They're bonding with their bodyguards." She rolls her eyes. "Apparently they need to develop a connection of trust and respect if this is to work properly," she sighs, running her hand through her hair, "some days I just think this was all a mistake, to force this life upon them, to make them go through all of this, it seems selfish."

Her mother stops, and puts her hands on her shoulders, "Zo, you are the least selfish person I know. You love those kids and they know it. This is not selfish. You are doing it for them, as much as you are doing it for yourself. You believe you can make this country better. This has been your dream since you were 6, you have worked hard for it every day of your life, you've earned it and you deserve it. And honestly, does that look like the kids are suffering?"

She points over to two boys running around the garden with water guns, spraying four grown men. They are laughing loudly as they chase each other, water spraying all around them.

She smiles. "Thanks mom."

"No problem honey. Now go get them inside, because I can see it on your face you're already freaking out that they're getting soaked in a 50 degree weather." She runs off, hands in the air, yelling, "Truce!"

She overhears the men tell the women, "You still got it baby."

"Hard-core rocking parenting."

She smiles. She knows this job, this house, none of it wouldn't have been possible without the two of them.

So that's it! I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you all who've stuck with this story and me from the very beginning, all of you who Tumblred and Tweeted about Gilmore Girls and the West Wing and Olitz - I'm sending you all a whole lot of transatlantic love. Say hi sometime :)