January 1961

Jack, Sarah, and Baby Patrick along with the rest of the Kennedy's move into the White House.

"Jack, sweetie, have you moved in your stuff yet?" Sarah coos
Jack shakes his head no. He's still thinking about the things he wants to bring from Hyannis Port.

Sarah gets closer to him and kisses his cheek.
Jack smiles.
"You know, I still can't believe I'm president."
"Oh, why is that?"
"Because of how far I've come but I've still got more to do."
Sarah nods her head full in well knowing what Jack means. She's seen his scripts of his speech "ask not what your country can do for you."
"Jack honey, you're doing well but take it one day at a time. Don't stress it."

Jack looks up at her from his rocking chair as she's leaning on him.
"Do you think I'll be a good president?"
"Of course you will."
Jack looks as if he's thinking deeply.
"It's just a hard job. All of the country's problems are now your problems and all of the solutions are now your solutions."

"I understand and will be right by your side every step of the way."
Jack stays quiet, as if he's in deep thought.
"It'll be good. Don't worry. You'll be a good president don't worry."
Jack brings his face closer to Sarah's a kisses her. She always knows exactly what to say.