Away from the briefing room lights, Peter Doocy isn’t the sparring partner America sees on cable — he’s a dad trying to make it home before bedtime. Hillary Vaughn, who can grill lawmakers without blinking, now times her live shots around nap schedules and feedings. Their days start before sunrise, juggling scripts, bottle warmers, and security clearances, all while the country watches them keep their composure on air.
They married quietly in South Carolina, with his father as best man, and somehow built a life where breaking news and broken sleep coexist. Their daughter Bridget arrived after Hillary’s water broke en route to Capitol Hill; their son George made his entrance on Tax Day, their anniversary, just after another segment. In a town obsessed with power, their real victory isn’t a viral clip or a presidential soundbite — it’s getting two little kids to laugh at the end of a very long day.
