It's raining. It's raining. It's raining.
Donna is crying. She's so tired, so exhausted. There's movement and encouragement and the doctor telling her that one more big push should do it.
It's raining, and suddenly Donna isn't the only one crying.
"It's a girl." The doctor holds her up, displays her proudly, momentarily to Josh, and then sets her on Donna's chest. Donna is still crying as she cradles the tiny new being, as she positions her perfectly tiny pink lips on her nipple, as Josh reaches, tentative, to touch his new baby's feather-soft blonde head. Donna's been waiting so long for this that all she can do is cry, and Josh has never felt so alive. It's ironic, he thinks. There's irony in that.
They finally let him hold her several hours later, once Donna is asleep and the baby has been weighed and measured and cleaned up and dressed in a hat and romper that read "Brand New". Josh sits in the rocking chair by the bed, placating his baby daughter with his forefinger and feeling alive.
"Mr. Lyman?" the doctor asked. "Have you and Mrs. Lyman decided on a name?"
A name. Josh looks down at the baby and suddenly realizes that they didn't discuss any names at all. Losing Noah, losing their only son, had made Donna cautious. He looks out the window, then back at his daughter, and then holds her up to the window. "Sunshine Noa," he says after awhile. He'll tell Donna later. She won't like it, but he'll explain it somehow.
It's not raining anymore, and her hair almost matches the sunshine.
A/N: Well, this started out as part of a series of drabbles, but I liked Josh's best. Feedback is always appreciated so that I can improve on my writing/characterizations/whatever needs improvement. This is my first time playing in this 'verse, so I'll take any suggestions I get.