"Ready for this babe?"

"Let's do it."

I hit the button and the phone starts ringing. I wonder which of the Bartlets will answer.

"Bartlet residence."

"Hi Dr. Bartlet, it's Donna, Josh is with me too. We have you on speaker."

"Donna! Josh! It's so good to hear from you guys."

Then we hear her move the phone away from her mouth and holler " Jed! Josh and Donna are on the phone."

Then she's back- "You guys are doing really well there. The education reform seems to be picking up steam. Of course, we saw you on the news at the Virginia Tech convocation. Terrible, just terrible what happened there. But President and Mrs. Santos did a fine job. I'm sure thanks to the two of you. Oh Jed's here now. Let me see if I can put you on speaker. Call me right back if I hang up on you."

Josh's eye are sparkling and he's trying not to laugh at their antics. We hear a few buttons being pushed then.

"Hello? Are you there?"

"We're here, sir." Josh says.

"Hey, kid. I told you to call me Jed now."

"Yes, sir."

"You're not going to, are you?"

"No sir, but I have been thinking about a new name for you. What do you think about Zayde?"

There's silence for a moment. Josh starts to look concerned. Finally, he asks,

"Do you know what that means?"

"It's Yiddish for grandfather." The President answers slowly.

Then Dr. Bartlet puts the pieces together.

"Joshua Lyman! Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Donna and I are having a baby. And we we're wondering if you'd like to be honorary grandparents. You don't have to use the Yiddish names, of course. I mean, since you aren't Jewish or anything."

Now Josh is rambling. I know he's a bit nervous about this. Part of him still doesn't believe that the Bartlets think of us as family.

"Oh Josh! We'd love to be honorary Grandparents and your baby can call us whatever you like!" Abbey is gushing. And now Josh is grinning like a little boy.

"I think I'd favor Grandpa Jed and Grandma Abbey. Maybe then you'll start using our first names too."

"We'll see, sir." Josh chuckles.

"Donna, dear, how are you feeling?" Abbey wants to know.

"Well, I'll admit its been a little rough."

"Imagine that. The little Lyman causing problems, that's shocking." The President chuckles. Josh shakes his head but seems to accept that it's good natured teasing.

"How many weeks along are you?" Abbey's still on the logistics.

"It'll be 13 weeks on Monday." I tell her.

"Oh good. Well, hopefully the nausea and fatigue will ease up. You'll probably feel like you can conquer the world. Just remember to take it easy."

"I will."

"Josh, are you taking good care of our Donnatella?"

"Yes, sir, I am. I even make dinner sometimes."

"Good boy." Abbey praises him and his ears turn a little pink. It's kind of cute. I might have to jump him after this phone call ends. I've got to say, I'm feel a lot more amorous recently.

"So when are you two going to come up here and visit us at the Farm?" The President sounds a little wistful. I wonder if he's bored with retirement.

"Well, we'd like to but traveling is still kind of hard on Donna, and you know, it all depends on the state of the world at any given moment. Maybe we can think about Memorial Day?"

I'm really not ready to think about a trip again anytime soon. That flight on Marine One was one of the worse things ever. Maybe they'll come here, so I ask "Will the two of you becoming here anytime soon? You know how you love DC during the Fourth of July, Mr. President."

"Well Donna, you are right about that. But we'll have to wait and see. But since we are going to be honorary grandparents, we'll definitely be visiting in November." The President pauses for a minute then says "You know, Josh, you'd better start calling me more often, especially if this baby is a daughter."

"Yes, sir. I'm sure I will."

"Alright then, we'll let you get back to running the country. Don't stay at the office too long today."

"Yes, sir."

"Congratulations, Donna." Abbey calls out. "You call me if you need me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

As soon as we hang up, I look at Josh- "how'd they know we were in the office?"

"Just an assumption, I guess. Do you even have anything to do here?"

"Not really. But what else would I be doing on a Saturday morning? What do you need to do today?"

Josh gestures to the stack of briefing memos. "A couple hours of reading. Then we can head over to the Residence for lunch and the movie."

"Sounds good to me."

"Does it really?" He asks, some what perplexed.

"Yes. I just like to be with you."

"Well, I have an idea." Josh picks up a stack of memos and sets them on the table next to the couch. Then he sits down. "Why don't you join me over here?"

"Excellent plan." I lay down on the couch and put my head in his lap. He starts combing his hand through my hair.

"Comfy?" Josh asks me.

"Yes."

"Okay, then. This memo is from THE ADMINISTRATOR OF THE NATIONAL HIGHWAY TRAFFIC SAFETY ADMINISTRATION. He's recommending that the White House sign The Energy Independence and Security Act of 2007. This law would mandate that, as part of the Nation's efforts to achieve energy independence, the Secretary of Transportation prescribe annual fuel economy increases for automobiles, beginning with model year 2011, resulting in a combined fuel economy fleet average of at least 35 miles per gallon by model year 2020."

I could listen to Josh talk all day, about anything. Right now, though, I'm just going to close my eyes for a few minutes while I do.

"Donna?"

"Um-hmm?"

"Are you going to open your eyes for this conversation?"

I don't know. Do I need to? I breathe in deeply and evaluate. Yes. I do need to open my eyes, because I need to go to the bathroom. Did I fall asleep? Where am I exactly?

I open my eyes and I'm staring up at Josh. He's smirking at me.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Is it morning?" He laughs at me and it makes me smile. It's one of my favorite sounds.

"Actually, it's almost noon. Peter and Miranda are expecting us for lunch shortly. Then the movie. Remember?"

Okay. Yeah, it's coming back to me.

"I need to pee."

"I figured. Why don't you go to the bathroom and I'll pack up my bag."

When I come back out of the bathroom Josh is waiting for me with Phil and Jackie. As we all head towards the Residence, I mention something to Josh.

"We might need to go shopping. Either on the way home or tomorrow." He groans. He really doesn't like shopping.

"Did we forget to put something on the list? Is something we really need right away? Can't we just order it?" He's being a little whiny. I'm thinking he needs some food. Maybe I should wait for this conversation, I'm not really that excited about it myself.

"My pants are just getting kind of tight. I thought I could look for something stretchy. But you don't have to go. I'll ask Helen or Ainsley to go with me sometime next week."

"No. I want to go!" He really does look happy, but also a little stunned. "Really? Your pants are getting tight? But you haven't gained any weight."

"No, but I think my waist is getting thicker." I frown. I'm not really feeling good about getting thicker. I thought I'd have some cute little bump for people to ooh and ahh over, not just that my pants would be too tights.

Josh stops and grins at me. Then he picks me up and spins me around once. "You are gorgeous. I can't wait to buy you some new clothes. Let's stop on the way home. Then tomorrow we can have naked Sunday and you can NOT wear them!" He wiggles his eyebrows making me laugh.

Maybe it doesn't matter if I'm getting thicker. Maybe I'll even have a little bump soon.

"Okay, but first I'm totally dying to see Firehouse Dog!"

"Donnatella Moss Lyman." Uh oh. It's the voice. He leans right next to my ear. "What did I tell you about lying?"

Oh my god. I'm not going to make it to the end of the day. It's like some switch has been flipped. I think Helen was right about the second trimester. I wonder if we can sneak up to the COS bedroom instead of watching this movie.

"You know, you might want to fake some enthusiam too. I think Peter and Miranda are really excited about this movie."

"Well, if it's too boring I'll just nap or fake a national emergency."

"Come on, even if it isn't a great movie at least we'll be together. And by the way, I want some popcorn and junior mints."

"First you need to eat a healthy lunch, young lady."

"Yes, sir." I grin at him. We'd better scale this banter back for the next couple hours or we are going to end up in trouble.

"Tio Josh! Tia Donna are here!" Peter calls as soon as we come up the stairs. He's obviously been watching for us.

"Oh good! Time to eat." Matt comes out of the living room and heads towards the family kitchen.

"Tio Josh, sit next to me!" Miranda pulls out a chair.

Josh smiles at her and takes his seat.

"Need any help?" I ask Helen. She's got 6 grilled cheese sandwichs on an electric griddle. She seems fine, but it's polite to offer.

"Sure. Can you put the tomato soup into bowls?"

This is a great lunch. I think she's doing a great job keeping some things normal even here in the midst of this lifestyle. Sure they have amazing bedrooms, and a movie theater and a bowling alley in their house, but they'll also remember their Mom making grilled cheese sandwichs.

"I hope I'm as good of a Mom as you." I tell Helen as we're putting the food on the table.

"You're going to be a Mom?!" Peter whispers.

"Are you having a baby?" Miranda practically shouts.

Oh. I just assumed they knew. I hope Matt and Helen aren't upset with us. And I really hope we don't get any questions about how this happened. But, Josh puffs up a little just like he does every time someone finds out that he's procreating. It's actually quite adorable.

"Yes, Tio Josh and I are having a baby."

"I want a GIRL!" Miranda exclaims. Peter wrinkles his nose but doesn't comment.

"Well we don't know whether the baby is a boy or a girl yet." Josh tells her kindly. "And we don't get to pick."

"And we'll be happy with either." I add. "We like both boys and girls." I look back and forth between them.

"Okay, finish up your lunch." Matt tells the kids. "We don't want to be late for the movie."

"Daddy!" Miranda rolls her eyes "they won't start without us!"

Yep. Not quite a normal childhood, but I think they'll be just fine.

When we are finally in the car, Josh says "well that's an hour and fifty-one minutes of my life that I'm never getting back."

"Josh! You slept through most of that movie. Do you even know what the dog's name was?!"

"No! They kept changing it. It wasn't even a cute dog. Don't tell me you liked it?"

"No, it was pretty bad. I'm pretty jealous that you got to nap through it. I shouldn't have taken a nap in your office earlier. But I guess It's probably good that one of us stayed awake."

"Well, thanks for taking one for the team. Now, want to go shopping?"

"Do you really want to go? I know you hate shopping. And if we are just having Naked Sunday tomorrow anyway, I don't really need new pants for that."

"I really do. I'm over the moon that you're cooking our baby in there." He rubs my stomach gently. "I can't wait until everyone can tell just by looking at you. And I want you to have new clothes that make you feel like a million bucks, because you're worth so much more than that to me."

"Oh, Josh!" I start to sniffle. Sometimes he says the most amazing things.

"Can we go to a store that has a pillow you can strap on so we can see how you'll look fat?"

And then sometimes I just want to beat him.