Disclaimer: I do not own these beauties.
Author's Note: Umm enjoy… next chapter is so much better. But HAHAHAHAHAHA you have to wait. He.
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"Hello?" his voice bellowed when he got home.
There was a silence, no returning call.
"Hello?" he tried again. "Donna?"
No one answered.
Quickly he left his things at the front door. Panic ceased his heart.
"Donna? Where are you?"
He managed to find her in his bedroom. She was fast asleep, dreaming. He walked over to her and brushed lose hairs from her face.
She started at his touch. He hadn't wanted to wake her but now her eyes were staring up at him.
"Hello," she whispered. She began to sit up. "What time is it?"
"Around eight," Josh began as he took a slow seat at the edge of her feet.
She stretched. "Have you eaten?"
He shook his head. "You?" She should have eaten and he was fully prepared to get angry with her if she hadn't. Then again it was very hard to get angry with Donna when she looked so sweet.
She shook her head, and smiled. "I wanted to wait for you. I guess I fell asleep."
"How are you feeling?" Josh said with a sigh. He carefully placed his hands on her feet.
"I've felt better," she said stretching out her neck. "But then again I've felt worse."
Josh leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."
She looked at him. "Why are you sorry?"
"Well I got you pregnant," he started.
"Don't take all the credit," Donna told him.
He gave a slight laugh. "What do you want to eat?"
They wandered into the kitchen. Donna sat down on the couch, eating ice cream, peanut butter and a giant pickle. Josh really didn't care as long as she was eating. Josh ate left over lasagna, or at least he thought it was some kind of spaghetti. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch and pulled out some work while she snuggled down into the cushion and watched the news.
She tilted her head and looked up at him. Her feet wiggled close to him and he looked up. "Why'd you call this morning?"
He stopped reading his folder, and put it down on the table before him. "I was just wondering..." he stopped. Why is this so hard to ask?
She smiled and waited for him to continue. "That's about as far as you got the first time." She laughed quietly.
"I was wondering if you wanted to start looking at a house," Josh asked.
She turned and gave him her attention. "Which house in particular?"
"Just houses," he told her.
"How long have you been thinking about this?"
"A few years."
She kicked him.
"Owew," he yelped as he flinched. He smiled. "What! It's true."
She kicked him again.
"Hey," he started. "I was expecting this to be hard but this is starting to become a little ridiculous."
She wanted to kick him again but held back. "Sure." She turned back to the television.
"Sure?" he repeated.
"Hey," she responded slowly slanting her head to look at him again. She smiled when he made no response and turned back to the news.
After a brief moment Josh took up his work again.
"See I don't know what that means," Josh cried after the lull had become a silence.
Donna turned to look at him. "It means yes Josh. Let's look for a house."
"Really?"
"A nice big one."
"You sure?"
"With a nice yard."
"Okay then," Josh said knowing if he continued she would start to rant. She crawled across the couch and put her head on his leg. She spread out across the couch, resting her head on his leg. Josh carefully took his folders up and continued to read. He'd never felt happier, for once in his life he felt like something was totally and utterly perfect.
After about three weeks of staying at home Donna began to grow weary and a little insane. She practically yelled at Josh every time he called, though faithfully it didn't stop him. She shouted at the television, and promptly told Josh one night that it was the only real conversation she had.
She tried to keep up with work but Josh tried his best to move her motives away from stressful situations. She read about three hundred books before throwing one violently against the wall, leaving a rather large mark. When she wasn't bored she slept or ate.
After three weeks she felt a little homicidal.
"Josh Lyman?" he answered the phone one afternoon.
"Hey," she began. "I was just calling to talk with Sidney."
"What and you didn't want to talk to me?" he asked pretending, quite weakly a saddened tone.
"I wanted to know you're schedule for Friday."
"Why?" he asked sharply not giving her his total attention, looking over the folders on his desk.
"We go see the doctor Friday," she told him sharply, obviously irritated.
"The day after tomorrow?"
"Yes Josh!" she yelled. "Friday. You know the doctor; for the ultrasound, so I can go back to work!"
"Oh...that doctor's appointment," he said sarcastically but gently. "I don't know if this is the best time to mention it but I am very excited about that doctor's appointment."
"Josh!" she yelled, disgusted by his tone however sweet.
"I think," he continued. "That you might be a little more excited than I am."
She calmed herself down, taking slow breaths, literally counting to ten.
"Ten," she said slowly and gave out a long breath.
"Anyway," Josh continued after pausing for her to finish. "I checked off the time so don't worry." He was sure he heard her sigh in relief. "Hey, shouldn't we sign up for pre-natal classes or something?"
She didn't want to have this argument now. She didn't want to tell him that he wasn't allowed to go. She wanted to stay calm.
"The doctor signed me up a week ago," she told him slowly.
"Oh good," he told her lightly.
She didn't want to continue. She didn't want to tell him he wasn't coming.
"I'm going to take a friend along," she tried to begin.
"A friend!" Josh shouted and questioned her meaning.
"Yes a friend," she told him. "I'm sure I can find one to come."
"Donna if you are now referring to me as your friend then I wish you would have told me that before I started looking at potential homesteads."
"No, I... did you just say homestead?"
"Yeah," he replied sheepishly.
"I just don't think it would be appropriate for the Deputy Chief of Staff to be taking his assistant to pre-natal classes..."
"Donna there is no way I am not coming."
"Oh yes there is."
"Donna!"
"And what are the newspapers going to say. Reporters will find out and we're not ready to go public, not that it's anyone's business. But you're in enough trouble with Senior Staff and their not even talking to me yet. So would you please just for now humor me and say you're alright with a friend coming instead."
Josh sighed. "Donna you shouldn't do this alone. I don't want you too."
"Right," she told him. "And I won't be alone. I'll have..."
"A friend," he interrupted.
"Yes."
He tried to smile, even though she couldn't see him. He wavered in the silence that was growing and didn't even bother to breath. Then he tried his best to continue without causing Donna to scream or yell or rant at him for only wanting to be a good father.
"Well I'm free on Friday," he told her.
"Okay." She waited for him to speak. He didn't. "Are you going to be late tonight?"
"I don't know," he told her frankly and detached. "I'll give you a call."
"Okay."
"Love you," he muttered while now pacing through files.
She knew he was upset. She knew it was her fault. "I love you too."
