1960

The election rolls by and Jack is entering the race with Sarah and Patrick by his side.

Sarah's on the couch feeding Patrick a bottle and Jack comes into the the room to sit down next to them. The room is barely lit with the light. Jack warms up to Sarah with a beer in his hand.
" I hope I win this thing, so you me and the baby can move in together in the White House." Jack whispers into Sarah's ear.
She relaxes into the chair even more while cradling Patrick in her arms.
Sarah smiles and burps Patrick while she hands him to Jack and he holds him in his hands.
"Of course you will win."
"Thanks but I have a lot of nerves." Jack said
"Don't drink too much because it'll solve it temporarily but not permanently."
Jack nodded and he understood. He wasn't much of a drinker and wanted to be the best man he could be to Sarah. He wasn't going to throw that all away by starting to drink now.

He readjusted Patrick in his arms.
He began to fall asleep.
"You know another way to release stress? " Jack began to whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
"Aww Jack." Sarah blushed like she never blushed before.
"When the baby sleeps."
"He is"
Bobby comes in with news. Both Jack and Sarah were startled.
"Jack you just won Texas."
Sarah's eyes start to beam as she looks up at Jack who's holding Patrick.
Jack has a smile plastered on his face.
"I'm gonna be president? I'm gonna be president!" He realizes.
Sarah smiles at him.
"Congrats hun, I knew you could do it."
Jack is in awe of himself.
He can't believe it. But it's happening. He's projected to become the president of the United States of America.