Donna's ears perked up as she heard the front door click open and then creak closed slowly. The feint glow of the microwave clock in their dim townhouse kitchen read 1:32 a.m. With a quick look to the open archway that opened the rest of the house up to the kitchen, Donna glanced down at the five inch piece of plastic she had recapped and placed on the counter in front of her. She'd lost track of time of how long she'd been sitting there. An hour? Maybe two? A million different thoughts were all floating through her head and mingling together to create a thick haze of fear and elation. She heard Josh's footsteps approaching the kitchen and took a deep breath. She felt her heart pound with every approaching footstep and before he turned the corner, Donna swiped up the pregnancy test and quickly put it into the pocket of her plaid pajama shorts.

"Donna," came Josh's tired greeting as he emerged from the shadows behind the archway.

"What are you still doing up?" a mixture of concern and exasperation were in his voice. They had long since passed the point where Donna would insist on waiting up for him when he was held up at the office. It wasn't practical for either of them. Donna was losing sleep and Josh was too since they'd always end up talking for at least another hour about their days. So seeing Donna up at this hour immediately set off alarm bells for Josh.

Donna didn't answer straight away, frantically debating with herself trying to decide if she should tell Josh tonight. She took in his haggard appearance; there was stubble lining the lower half of his face, bags under his eyes. She sighed, he needed sleep. They needed to have this conversation when they both weren't exhausted. That and she was slightly apprehensive about how Josh would react.

This positive pregnancy test was far from planned. They had discussed kids and both wanted them, but mutually agreed that the White House needed to come first right now. Both of them cared about their jobs so deeply and they wanted to do them well. Though they were hardly putting their relationship on hold; an engagement ring glittered bright on Donna's left hand. Five months ago, Josh had dropped to one knee amongst a fluffy of cherry blossom trees outside of their townhouse. The ring had been burning a hole in his pocket for weeks and after every known male in the White House had given him advice on how the proposal needed to be some big grand gesture, Josh decided he couldn't wait any longer. He gave a non-rehearsed, stutter filled speech and Donna had laughed at him with tears in her eyes. Wedding plans thus far though had been put on the back burner, there just hadn't been time.

"Couldn't sleep," she answered cheaply, only holding his gaze for a brief moment before she slid off the stool and walked over to him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. Josh hesitated and Donna looked back.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Donna nodded with a smile. Looking to distract him she said, "How was your meeting?"

Josh groaned immediately and pulled up his free hand to rub across his eyes. Donna smile turned sympathetic. Things were finally beginning to wrap up in Kazakhstan after months and months of intense negotiations, but lately that meant Josh was stuck in meetings until the early hours of the morning.

"Let's go to bed," Donna encouraged. She pulled a little harder on Josh's hand and he looked up at her, suspicion still swimming in his eyes. Donna tried her best to maintain a look of innocence, but she wasn't totally sure it was working. Josh hesitated another moment before relenting and following her up the stairs.

"How did the First Lady's speech go?" Josh asked after they reached the landing on the top of the stairs. Donna turned and gave him a look. This was always how it started and then they'd be up talking until they regretted it.

"Right. I'll ask tomorrow," Josh laughed lightly. It'd been a while since they'd gone through this particular exercise. Once they had both settled into bed 10 minutes later, Josh was out almost immediately. Donna however, remained awake and staring hard at the ceiling, looking for answers on how to break the news to Josh. After a long while, she heard soft snores start to come from him and she turned over onto her side, propping her head up with a hand to look at him. A warm smile came to her face as she watched him sleep.

The man was hardly a graceful sleeper. Josh had an arm draped over his forehead and Donna let out a laugh as she took in the face he was making in his sleep. His face twitched and a dimple appeared on Josh's cheek. She blinked as she was suddenly struck with the image of a baby with Josh's dimples. A warm glow started to flicker faintly in her chest.

More images started coming to mind. Josh holding a tiny baby, rocking it to sleep. Josh attempting to change a diaper, Josh dressing their kid head to toe in Mets gear. Her hand absent-mindedly found its way to her still flat stomach and a finger started tracing a circle.

Josh suddenly rolled over and pulled the pillow over his face, still fast asleep and the moment broke. Donna remembered how tired Josh had been these past few months dealing with the Kazakhstan business. Talks had been promising, but they weren't exactly signing a deal tomorrow. What if he was upset at the timing? Would he be unhappy at the sudden, unexpected twist in his and Donna's life together? Josh was hardly getting enough sleep as it is, now add a baby to the mix? Donna's face fell and she folded her arm down to rest her head against the pillow. Were they even ready to be parents? Her eyes focused on the spinning blades of the ceiling fan above them and eventually, not quickly enough, she drifted off to sleep.

Donna awoke the next morning to a crash coming from the bathroom. Her eyes flew open at the sound and she shot into a sitting position, listening for more noise. None came. She twisted the comforter off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed as the previous day's events came screaming back to her. A feeling of anxiety settled within her again as did a tiny budding excitement. Her hand drifted to her stomach again. She gasped lightly as her bare feet hit the hardwood. It was October now, the weather outside was chilly.

She quietly padded over to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Her eyes quickly found the electric razor that had been dropped to the hard, tile floor. The plastic cap of the blades had shot over to the doorway where she stood. Then she froze. Josh was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, still dressed in his Mets t-shirt, boxers, and mismatching socks. Clutched in his hands, two fingers and a thumb holding up each end, was a pregnancy test.

Donna mentally kicked herself. She'd taken close to five tests last night, wanting to be as sure as possible. Each one of them had given her the blue plus sign. She kept one for evidence to show Josh and the rest she had wrapped in toilet paper and tossed in their bathroom garbage can. She had meant to replace the liner inside the bag before Josh got home, but with so many things on her mind, she'd forgotten.

"Josh," she said slowly, unsure on how to approach the situation. This unsettled her more than anything. Josh and her had already been so in sync before they were ever a couple. Since they'd moved in together, the transition had just been seamless. They read each other's moods like it had been written down in a manual that they had both studied religiously. Now though, Donna didn't know what Josh was feeling.

He was still staring down at the pregnancy test; she noticed how delicately he was holding it. As though if he held on too tight, it might break. He hadn't looked up at her words, she wasn't sure if he'd even heard her. The light from the window was illuminating his still very scruffy face and the familiar fear she felt last night returned. He looked so tired recently.

"Josh?" she said again, a little louder this time. Donna's hands were hidden among the sleeves of one of Josh's old, too-big Harvard sweaters. She had them clasped together tightly and hovering just over her heart.

Josh's head snapped up, clearly only just noticing she was there. Their eyes met and Donna noticed that his seemed damp. Josh glanced down at the test and back up at Donna a few times before stuttering.

"The shaving cream cap f-fell in the garbage and I went to fish it out and..." he trailed off, looking down again. Donna moved to sit next to him on the bathtub.

"Is this why you were up last night?" Josh asked as she sat down. Donna nodded.

"You should have told me," Josh muttered, almost not loud enough for Donna to hear.

"You were exhausted last night," Donna said helplessly. "I swear I didn't mean for you to find out like this."

"Yeah," Josh agreed, distracted. He was still looking down at the test when suddenly he smirked and he turned to look at her.

"Holy shit," he said simply. There was a small smile on his lips.

"Surprise," Donna said faintly.

There was more silence. "Are you okay? I know this wasn't planned and the timing isn't exactly ideal," she began after a moment.

Josh paused before coming back to hold her gaze, he looked at her in disbelief

"Am I okay?" he repeated. "Donna, I'm ecstatic!" His face broke out into a huge grin, both dimples on show. Donna felt her whole body melt in relief and she turned to him, a hand on his wrist.

"Yeah?" she asked, her eyes wide. Josh had a look of wonder on his face, like this tiny, plastic pregnancy test held every secret to the world and had just told him every one of them.

"I mean," he started, drifting off a bit. His eyes snapped back to attention. "I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life, but, yeah." He smiled again.

"You?"

"Terrified," Donna agreed with a laugh. "But thrilled."

"Wow," Josh said. He looked like a little boy, Donna thought. A look of pure wonder on his face and yet, she could see the fear there too.

"Have you been getting sick in the morning?" Josh asked suddenly, looking guilty. "How have I missed that?"

"In the evenings actually," Donna replied.

"You get morning sickness in the evenings?" Josh asked, his face twisted in confusion.

"Apparently," Donna said not amused. Her bouts of nausea usually came around the time she was wrapping things up in the office.

"I've been in those damn Kazakhstan meetings," Josh began, the look of guilt deepening. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there to help."

Donna waved him away and stood up and began walking to the sink.

"You didn't know."

She had a smile on her face and she realized how much lighter she felt now. The anxiety that had been eating away at her stomach was quickly dissipating into excitement. Knowing now that Josh was excited meant she allowed herself to indulge in her own more. Josh, still sitting on the side of the tub, reached for her hand and pulled her back to him. She laughed as he lifted her sweater and started inspecting her stomach. He squinted at it, lightly tracing a finger across it.

"I'm not showing yet," she replied simply, her hands settling on her lower back.

Josh laughed softly, "I wanted to make sure I hadn't missed it or something." He stood up and moved his hands higher.

"I knew I was noticing something up here though."

Donna laughed out right and smacked his hands away. Josh smiled cheekily at her and pulled his hands out of her sweater. He settled them on both sides of her face before kissing her slowly.

"I love you," he whispered as he pulled away. Donna beamed at him and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Come on," Josh said, grabbing her hand. "Let's get you and the kid some breakfast." The corner of his lip twitched as the gravity of that sentence settle over both of them. He started pulling her gently towards the door. She didn't move right away and he turned to see her pulling a hand back to start dabbing at her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she sniffed, a smile on her lips.

"Come on," Josh said again. He took her into the bedroom where sunlight was streaming in through the cracks between the drapes covering the windows; dust motes were floating lazily through the beams of light. Donna's free hand found it's way to her pocket and she realized the test from last night was still in there. She wrapped her fingers around it and clutched it tight, but this time in excitement instead of fear. They were going to be just fine.