Hello! This is my first fic for the West Wing series! I am super excited to make a contribution to this wonderful community of writers.
Please Read and Review! I'd love to hear any and all feedback as I continue to find and develop their voices.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the West Wing or the characters. :)
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"Stop it." Donna turned around and said pointedly after nearly a hundred times in the last thirty seconds- she was getting more and more frustrated by the second.
She turned back to the stove, stirring the pasta she was making for dinner.
Then she heard the sound again.
"Stop it." She turned around with an angry face.
It stopped for a moment. So, she turned back around, this time stirring the sauce.
It happened again.
"Stop it!" Donna said louder than she meant to. "Please stop dropping your Cheerios on the floor, Leah."
The chubby, dimpled little girl started laughing at her mommy as she dropped another one on the floor.
"You are your father's little girl." She muttered and turned to shut the burners off.
"What was that?" Josh laughed as he walked into the kitchen, having finished changing after work.
"Your daughter is driving me crazy." Donna poured the pasta into a strainer over the sink.
Josh laughed and started picking the cereal up off the floor, "So, Leah is my daughter now."
"When she's cute, smart, or funny she's mine- any bad habits or behavior, such as her messiness, that's all you, daddy." Donna started taking out plates.
"Okay, mommy." Josh smiled and kissed her neck before helping her finish up dinner.