Disclaimer: I own them. I own them. Maybe if I say it enough the rights will materialize in front of me. Waiting… waiting… nope guess I don't own them.

Author's Note: Want to know how together I am? I thought I posted this two weeks ago.

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The doctor found Josh the next morning, sitting beside Donna's bed, head half resting in his hands.

"Did you sleep at all?" the doctor mumbled as he entered.

Josh looked up at him. "A little," Josh sat sitting straight. "But then the night nurse came in."

The doctor smiled. "Did she wake up?" he asked as he picked up the folder at the end of her bed.

Josh nodded. He turned his eyes to Donna "Not for very long," he muttered. "She was..." he didn't manage to finish. He had never imagined Donna as being weak.

The doctor didn't seem to pay much attention. "The good news is she can go home."

Josh looked back up at him. "And the bad news?"

"She'll be on bed rest for at least three weeks," the doctor answered. "It doesn't appear as though there's any great danger. There did, however seem to be a problem with the babies."

"What kind of problem?" Josh asked, worried and ready to act. He felt so helpless. He needed to do something. He needed to make her safe.

"Truthfully we have very little idea what happened," the doctor answered a little too honestly for Josh's liking. "Any kind of stress could lead however lead to a miscarriage."

Josh tried to worry up some kind of answer but only failed.

"And if she doesn't start to eat," the doctor mumbled looking at her papers, "she is going to cause damage to her own body as well."

Josh stared at her. This wasn't Donna, she was supposed to be strong. She was supposed to take care of him. He wasn't sure exactly how to look after her, usually she would tell him how.

"I've talked with her physician," the doctor continued. "He and I agreed that the medication wasn't working. I've got a prescription for her, and I recommend some herbal tea."

Herbal tea? Josh thought. "You're not some kind of hippie are you?"

The doctor managed a laugh. "No." He smiled the awkward smile he'd been wearing since yesterday. "Herbal tea should calm her stomach."

Josh thought it all sounded pretty hooky. The doctor left soon after. Josh just sat.

"I think you're doctors crazy," he told her.

She just slept. Josh sighed. How would he know what to do, if she couldn't tell him?

"What are you doing?" Josh yelled when he saw the nurse trying to feed Donna.

"Josh will you calm down," Donna mumbled in a tired tone. She felt achy if anything. She felt like someone how had hurled up their entire set of internal organs. That seemed to take a lot of energy. "She's giving me food."

Josh looked at the nurse with a glare. "I can do that."

The nurse handed Josh the pudding cup. She didn't need to do it, especially if he offered to.

Josh smiled, and began to feed Donna.

"I don't like this," she said as he fed her a spoonful. "I'm supposed to look after you."

"well get used to it,' Josh told her. "You're on bedrest, and there's no way I'm letting you work."

"stupid doctor," she told him. "What doctor prescribes herbal tea!"

Josh just smiled. He was too happy for words. Donna was okay. The babies were going to be okay. God if there weren't people around, Donna mainly, he would probably start dancing a male dance of pride.

Donna had long ago made the decision to move into Josh's apartment. This seemed to be a semi-perfect time. Having to mop around for days, weeks, seemed like a pretty good time to sloth over to Josh's bachelor apartment. She had been living there already, going home only every so often to get new clothes.

She wasn't sure how Josh would manage work. If he had been distracted before this seemed as good a time as any for him to explode. They decided to put off telling their parents, at least for a few days.

She didn't go back to work. She didn't talk to anyone from work. Josh was worried about her; he didn't want her to fall into a maze of depression. But he saw her smile more, and when she yelled, which seemed less often, he knew it was only because she was irritated, not angry or full of rage. She felt happier.

She didn't completely mind spending days in bed or in front of the television. But after about three days she couldn't help but feel huge. She tried not to imagine how she would look and feel further down the road.

She never got lonely. Josh called her practically every five minutes. Not always because he missed her, usually because he was completely oblivious to the dynamics of his work place.

"Hey Donna," Josh said on the phone. "No, nothings wrong I just thought I'd give you a call."

"You don't need anything do you?" Donna asked. Josh had been calling her on intervals by the hour. She had to take at least two more weeks off, mainly staying in bed. Josh didn't like the temp or maybe he just made up excuses to call her. She wasn't sure how Josh would handle her time off, let alone if she had to leave.

"No," he replied. "I was just looking at some things today, and I was wondering if you might want to look at them with me."

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed and looked at the papers in front of him. "Well you gave up... you pretty much gave up you're apartment three weeks ago."

"I promised my roommate I'd pay the months rent but yeah," she told him. "We talked about this, Josh. You haven't changed your mind have you?"

"No. No," Josh told her, holding one of the papers up. "I was just wondering if maybe... you might... you know... want to look at something else?"

"What?" she asked genuinely confused.

"I was just," Josh tried again. Suddenly C.J. appeared at his door, "Donna can I call you back?"

"Sure," she replied knowing that someone had just walked in, still completely confused. "I love you."

"I love you too," Josh said and hung up the phone.

"How is she?" C.J. asked him.

Josh looked at her with tilted eyes. "What's up?" He didn't want to talk about how Donna was with the staff, not even with his friends. He didn't see it as particularly right, and it wasn't fair. Donna didn't want to talk with them, and he respected that.

"We have a meeting."

Josh looked at his watch and began to rise from his chair. He grabbed some folders from the edge of his desk and followed C.J. out into the hall.

"What was that all about, on the phone?"

"Can I ask you a question?" Josh began as they paced towards the Communications Office. He felt he should prepare himself this time. No surprises to come, no secrets to be kept. Plus maybe knowing C.J.'s answer as both a woman and a professional would help him judge Donna's response.

"Shoot."

"Do you... see Donna's pretty much moved into my apartment now... and if... do you..." he stumbled through his words.

C.J. looked at him. "You want to move to a house?"

"How did you guess?" Josh asked, confused and awed.

"I know everything," C.J. told him. She smiled to herself, she had seen the papers on his desk. It didn't take a genius to deduce what Josh was planning. "Do you want to know what I think?"

"Yeah," Josh sighed as they pulled towards Sam's office.

"I think you should do it," she said.

Josh was a little surprised. He had never imagined that C.J. would let Donna move in with him. But then maybe their making it a thing was what would make it a thing. Still he wasn't sure if C.J. really meant it.

"Do what?" Sam asked as he pulled out of his door to meet them.

"You ready?" Josh asked.

"Yeah," Sam told him holding up folders as though to metaphorically represent his state of mind. "Do what?" he repeated.

"Donna and Josh are going to buy a house," C.J. told him.

"No we aren't," Josh began. "I haven't even asked Donna what she thinks."

"But she'll say yes," Sam told him.

Josh smiled. "I don't know." He really didn't.

They entered the Roosevelt room. They sat down across from three other eager faces. Josh tried to pull his mind into the meeting.