Josh followed the President inside the house and started looking around the first floor. He found her in the kitchen.

"Hey," He said quietly.

Donna turned around, "Hi. I didn't think I would see you for a while."

"I decided to come with the President to check on Felicity. And on you."

"Well, thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"Yeah, I did." Josh crossed the kitchen toward her. "I…I came to apologize."

"Apologize?" Donna repeated.

"Yeah. I was wrong," Josh admitted. "I was wrong to get mad at you about keeping things from me. The President told me that you were just doing what he asked."

"I was," Donna said. "I tried to tell you that."

"I know. And I just didn't listen. I guess—-I understand now that the President and Dr. Bartlet have to trust you in a way they can't with the rest of us. I heard Leo defers to you on personal matters."

"Yes, he does. Because he recognizes that the President and Dr. Bartlet have to have some semblance of privacy."

"I should've respected you. I should've respected the boundaries of your job, and I was an idiot for not doing it." He smiled weakly, taking her hands. "Can you forgive me?"

Donna took a breath. "It's gonna take some time. And some work. I need to know that you're able to trust that I'm making the right decisions."

Josh nodded. "Okay."

"But that being said," Donna said, twisting her engagement ring, "I think those are all things we can work on before we're married."

"You think so?" Josh said with a hopeful smile.

"Yes," Donna confirmed. She smiled back at him.

Josh closed the space between them and kissed her, "I love you," He said.

"I love you too," She replied, returning his kiss.

"So…the wedding's back on?" Josh asked hopefully.

"Yes, Joshua. The wedding's back on." She paused. "You know what I've been thinking?"

"What?"

"That I might like to have the wedding up here."

"Have you asked Dr. Bartlet?"

"Asked me what?" Abbey said, walking into the kitchen with her breakfast plate.

"Ma'am, I was just telling Josh that I might like to have our wedding here at the farm."

Abbey smiled, "Fancy that. I assume you two have made up."

"Yes, we have. There are a few things to work out. But I thought I would ask since it's been on my mind."

"The President and I would love to have you get married here, Donna. We would be honored."

"See? I knew she'd agree to it." Donna said to Josh.

"Now, Donna, would you be willing to keep an ear out if Felicity or the President need anything?"

"Of course, ma'am. Going somewhere?"

"Yes. The President made an appointment for me to go to a spa this afternoon."

"He did all of that this morning?" Josh asked.

"In the car," Abbey answered. "You would be surprised what he can get done without the senior staff in his ear for 10 minutes. I should be back around six, just in time to give you the night off. You both have dinner reservations tonight."

"We do?" Donna asked.

" As I said, the President gets a lot done when he has a moment to himself."

Jed sat up in the bedroom, half-reading memos, but mostly watching his daughter as she slept. It was a fitful sleep, he could tell. He brushed his hand against her forehead. Her forehead was still ragingly hot, and her hair was matted with sweat.

She began to shift at the familiar touch, opening her eyes slightly.

"Daddy?"

"Hey, lovebug. It's all right, I'm right here."

"Daddy, you're home." She said quietly, but happily.

"I am home," He said with a little smile.

Felicity raised her head slowly and then crawled over toward him. He picked her up and placed her on his chest.

"Better, daddy," She murmured as she snuggled into him.

Jed reached over and grabbed a bottle from the nightstand, "Let's try some of this. You need to drink as much as you can."

He offered the bottle to Felicity and watched her suck on it gratefully. It was in quiet moments like this that Jed felt like he was taking care of his daughter the way she deserved. He also took a little satisfaction knowing that all that time picking out bottles for her as a baby paid off. They were the only thing she would let near her mouth for a while after she came home from the hospital. When Felicity had her fill, she flopped back on his chest. Then she saw the small stack of memos off to the side.

"Dada, will you read to me?"

Jed smiled down at her. "Of course, I will."

He picked up the memo from the Federal Reserve and began to read.

Felicity nodded her head in time to the words and was soon fast asleep.

Jed knew the position he was in wasn't the best for his back, but he didn't dare move. He gently stroked her hair, lulling her further into slumber.

"You're going to kill your back," Abbey said quietly as she came into the room. She felt and looked refreshed.

"It's worth this," Jed replied, looking up at her as she came around the bed. "Did you have a nice time at the spa?"

"I did," Abbey said, sitting on the arm of the oversized chair. She watched them for a long moment. "She missed you."

"I missed Lovebug too. Did you miss me?"

"Maybe…" Abbey said. The look in her eyes told a different story.

"I missed you." Jed sighed. "Zoey thinks we're getting a divorce. That's why she and Alex fought."

"Most of America thinks we're getting a divorce."

"Are they wrong?"

Abbey was quiet.

"Do you want them to be?"

"No, Jed. I don't. I don't want to be angry at you. But we're supposed to be partners in this and I don't feel like your partner anymore. You put this job before us and I don't know how to get past that."

"I'm sorry, Abbey. I really am," Jed said honestly. "You are the center of my universe and I should have never let you forget that."

"No, you shouldn't have. Being away from you has been terrible and Felicity has suffered the most."

"And I feel horrible for that. I know this won't be a snap fix, and I'm willing to do anything."

"I've spoken to Stanley about conducting more couples counseling, with the two of us. I want to take him up on it."

Jed nodded. "That's fine."

"Good."

Carefully, Jed slid Felicity back onto her baby nest and stood up. He went over to Abbey, "I want to fix this."

"How do you propose to do that?"

Jed leaned in and kissed his wife properly for the first time in a month. Abbey sighed involuntarily and kissed him back. After a moment, Abbey stood up and took his hand before leading him into the bathroom. They still had so much to talk about. But that could wait for now. Jed closed the door behind him, leaving it open just a crack to hear their daughter. Felicity's breathing eased and she fell into a deep, contented sleep.

Josh and Donna sat next to one another, across from Stanley, in the living room.

"So," Stanley began, "I understand you want to work on trust issues before your marriage?"

"Yes," Josh replied. "We…I seem to have a problem with Donna being on a level playing field with me."

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Donna and I met on the President's campaign. She was my assistant through the campaign and most of the first year. Then Dr. Bartlet asked Donna to be her Chief of Staff."

"A large part of my job involves managing personal things for the President and Dr. Bartlet. Discretion is implied. Josh got angry with me because I didn't tell him about the President's MS, among other things."

"I realize now that I was wrong and it was by order of the President."

"So, then, what's the problem?" Stanley asked pointedly.

"I'm not sure how I can be married to her and still do my job effectively."

"The same way you did before you were together. By keeping your work and home life separate."

"She was my assistant before. It was different."

"There were things you didn't tell her when you were her boss, right?"

"Of course. Donna's security clearance is different from mine. Other than classified information, we did talk about most things."

"Because the information Donna deals with is personal in nature, you didn't understand why she didn't tell you."

"Exactly. My job is to protect the President."

"And what do you think Donna's job is?"

"To help the First Lady and take care of Felicity."

"And it's also to handle anything personal and confidential that comes up. The MS included." Donna added.

"Yeah," Josh said. "I get that now."

"So…you keep your work and professional lives separate. Treat anything Donna won't talk about as you would treat classified information."

"But I still need to know if something's going to affect my ability to do my job."

"Josh, you're not setting a boundary. The President and Dr. Bartlet need privacy. Donna is the gatekeeper of that privacy."

"Sometimes the personal is political. Look at what happened with CNN and Felicity."

"That's not the same thing, Josh," Donna said. "You don't get to control everything."

"You both work in high-pressure positions. Doing that work is difficult in itself. Being married on top of that is even more difficult. Setting boundaries is important," Stanley said.

"I see that now."

"And don't bring your work home with you. It's difficult not to. But you have to have a personal life and a work-life. Just like the President and Dr. Bartlet do."

"Yes, we do." Donna agreed.

"I agree," Josh said. "Okay, if that's what we have to do, then let's do it." He reached for her hand. "I'm ready to make this work."

At 3 am early the next morning, Felicity woke up crying. She opened her eyes, disoriented after having a terrible dream.

"Baby," Abbey said. "It's all right," she said sleepily.

Jed turned on his light. "It's okay lovebug." He picked her up, and held her close, "We're here."

Abbey grabbed the thermometer and handed it to him. Jed took it via her ear.

"How high is it?"

"Still 105."

He reached for the bowl of water on his nightstand and applied a lukewarm cloth to Felicity's head. She clung to him and he kissed her.

"Daddy…"

"Can we give her something?"

"She's already maxed out for now. No more Tylenol for a couple more hours."

"All right." Jed sang to her softly, the words of "The Way You Look Tonight" the only sound wafting through the room. It was their song, the song they had both sung to her over and over again in the hospital after the shooting.

Felicity continued to whimper but soon fell back into a restless sleep.

Jed continued to apply the water to Felicity's body, trying to help her cool down.

"Thank you," Abbey said and she meant it. "3 am has been a bad time for us since we've been home."

"Me too," Jed said. "I haven't been able to sleep past that."

"Ellie told me you've been sleeping in the other bedrooms."

"I have," Jed admitted.

"Why?"

"Because I can't stand sleeping in our bed when there's no wife and daughter to wake up to."

Abbey's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Jed…"

"It's true. It took you leaving for me to realize that I can't function without this," He said, indicating the three of them. "These nights and early mornings remind me that I'm husband and father first, President second."

"And I took that away."

"You were protecting Felicity and yourself. I needed a reality check."

"Yes, I suppose you did."

"I love you, Abbey."

Abbey reached out to Jed. "And I love you."

Jed leaned over and kissed Abbey. She returned his kiss and stroked Felicity's hair. She sighed deeply, completely relaxed.

"We love you too, lovebug." He said.

Jed got up the next morning at about 7:00 in the morning. He noted that Abbey and Felicity were both still asleep. His hand brushed against Felicity's forehead. He was relieved to see that it was cooler than it had been the night before, though her fever had not yet broken. He walked towards his dresser to get ready for the day when suddenly his eyes fell on the place where Abbey kept her rings. The sight of her wedding rings on the dresser came as a slap in the face. Jed looked around and he quietly pocketed them, the image of Alex's ring popping into his head. He had a plan for them.

The following afternoon Jed and Abbey sat in couple's therapy in the family room. Stanley sat across from them on one of the sofas. Felicity played quietly in the corner adjacent to where her parents sat with a binkie in her mouth. Her fever broke overnight and she was feeling better. Stanley looked over at his littlest patient, wondering if he would ever get anything out of her.

"The two of you appear to be in a better place," He observed.

"We are," Abbey allowed. "But I haven't forgiven Jed for what he did. And while a divorce is off the table, our relationship is still strained."

"What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" Jed asked.

"I need a commitment from you," Abbey said without hesitation. "An honest commitment."

"Anything," Jed replied.

"I need you to make an effort to limit interruptions. I want you to make it clear to your staff that they are not allowed in the Residence anymore. Exceptions for Leo, because I realize that the Situation Room is important. But that's it."

"Done," Jed said and he meant it. "We'll go back to the only people being allowed in our room to be our family, Charlie, or Donna."

"And you're going to take better care of yourself too. That means getting as much rest as possible and taking time to spend with Felicity and me. If your doctors tell you to do something, you listen."

"Abbey."

"Jed, these are the terms."

As her parents talked, Felicity took toys out of the bin Stanley brought for play therapy. She picked out a Polly Pocket doll and a Barbie and put them next to a toy SUV. She found a toy doctor's kit in the bag and wrapped the Polly Pocket in a bandage.

Suddenly, something in Felicity changed. Seeing the bandage wrapped onto the doll took her right back to that night. She began to cough, fighting to get air into her lungs just as she had that night.

Abbey turned to her to find her face red with exertion-and tears. "Felicity?"

Felicity was too wrapped in her living nightmare to even glance at her mother.

Stanley stepped forward instinctively and picked up the doll. "Felicity? Is this what's bothering you?"

When she didn't answer, Stanley put a hand on her back, and she screamed.

Felicity shrank away from him toward the wall. That's when Stanley saw two Duplo figures next to the bin, standing alone. They appeared to be parental figures.

"Felicity…" He said, holding up the two figures. "Are you afraid you can't find your parents? Is that what happened? You didn't know where they were and you were hurt?"

Felicity finally looked up. Slowly, she began to nod. The tears began to fall faster and faster, and her sobs became even more vocal.

Abbey stepped forward but Stanley stopped her. "Let her soothe herself."

"Stanley, she needs me! She admitted herself that she needs us to feel safe."

Jed walked around the back of the sofa and swept Felicity up into his arms, holding her protectively.

"Shhh," He soothed gently. "We're here, baby. We're here."

Abbey passed Stanley and immediately went to Jed and Felicity. The little girl continued to sob, clinging to Jed.

"It's all over lovebug. You're safe. We're not going anywhere," Abbey said, rubbing Felicity's back. Jed handed her to Abbey, who hugged her tightly.

Jed turned to face Stanley. "I understand that you are trying to help, but we know our daughter best. And leaving her floundering while she is obviously suffering from separation anxiety and a severe panic attack is not helping anyone, least of all her!"

"I understand how you feel," Stanley answered calmly. He gestured to the dolls, and then to Felicity. "But we have also broken through to the root of her PTSD. Now, we can work on ways to improve her separation anxiety without using the pacifier and nursing as, forgive me, a pacifier."

Abbey looked like she was about to come unglued. Jed put a hand on Abbey's shoulder.

"Sweet knees, do you mind if I talk to Dr. Keyworth for a minute?"

"Be my guest," Abbey managed to say and then left the room with Felicity.

"Mr. President, I know you don't want to see your daughter unhappy—"

"Dr. Keyworth, you're telling my kid that nursing is wrong and I can't have that."

"This isn't about a wrong or right way of doing things."

"Felicity will interpret it as wrong and if she does, it's not going to fix anything."

"Mr. President, she needs to learn better coping strategies."

"Agreed. Just leave your theories about why Felicity needs to nurse out of them, please. Scar-tissue from her lung attached to her esophagus and it makes eating a challenge for her."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Stanley said sincerely. "Dr. Bartlet hasn't discussed Felicity's recovery in any detail."

"It's a difficult topic for her," Jed said and paused. "She can't fix it."

"Understood. We can talk about this more in another session."

After Stanley left for the day, Jed, Abbey, Donna, Charlie, Josh, and Felicity enjoyed a quiet dinner before the girls came back for the weekend. They had a lively conversation about topics other than work over their food. Both Jed and Abbey were pleased with Felicity's progress eating. It took a little bit of doing. But most of the foods they mashed up or softened for her seemed to minimize any instances of gaging.

Once dinner finished, Abbey took Felicity into the den and turned on a movie for her.

"Are you ready for milk, baby?" Abbey asked. She always offered Felicity the chance to nurse after a meal just to make sure the little girl received enough nutrition.

Felicity hesitated and then looked at her mother with her big blue eyes, "No milk, mama," She said solemnly.

Abbey didn't react. Her older daughters had all refused to nurse at one time or another when they were little. It was normal. But Felicity never turned down an opportunity to have her milk even when she was in the PICU. This was a first.

"Ok. Are you sure?"

Felicity hesitated again and then nodded.

Abbey kissed her head, "Okay, baby. I'll be right back. Watch your movie."

She left the room and went up to her bedroom to get out her pump. As she set everything up, Abbey's mind was already thinking about what to give Felicity next if she really was starting to wean. And that's when the tears began. It didn't take long before the tears were accompanied by sobs.

Just then, Jed came walking into the bedroom. "Hey, hey, what's happening?" He embraced Abbey and held her close.

"Nothing."

"Abbey, clearly it's not nothing. So what's going on?"

"Felicity turned down a chance to nurse."

"Really? That doesn't sound like Felicity."

"She told me "no," Jed," Abbey confirmed. "Felicity has never said no."

Jed pressed a kiss into her hair, "Welcome to the club, sweet knees," He said. "Felicity's told me no many times. It's normal. She is almost two. Two-year-olds say no a lot."

"I know it's normal, Jed. But we both know Felicity needs to eat. Dinner tonight went well. But it's an exception, not the rule."

"I know you're worried about her. But…maybe she's growing up. I know she needs to eat, so maybe we need to find another way. Lovebug does fairly well when I give her a bottle. We can go back to that and give you a break."

"Maybe." There was still doubt in Abbey's voice and in her heart.

Intellectually, she knew Jed was right. She did need a break. Nursing Felicity was nothing like her experiences feeding Liz, Ellie, or Zoey. She had cracked and bleeding nipples, mastitis, supply problems, latching issues, and everything in between with the three of them. Felicity was a dream by comparison and then the shooting happened. Being able to feed and nourish her daughter sometimes seemed like the only thing that helped on Felicity's hardest days. Not doing that made her feel helpless.

"Abbey, I bet that by tomorrow, lovebug is going to come back to you and she'll be very sorry she told you no."

Abbey pulled away from her husband and started the pump, "God, I hate this thing," She muttered and then turned to him, "I suppose you have a point. If I thought Felicity was truly ready, it would be one thing. But I know she's not."

Jed sighed. "I couldn't agree with you more. It's not going to be anytime soon. If something happens tonight, I am going to have words with Stanley."

"Jed, you can't do that."

"I can so. When his therapy hinders Felicity's recovery, yes, I can. After you left, I told him to leave his theories about why lovebug wants to nurse out of therapy from now on. It's nobody's business except yours."

"You do get to have an opinion. The three of us sleep in the same bed."

Jed softened, "Yes, we do. As long as you're happy and Felicity is happy, so am I. That's my honest opinion."

"I'm glad you're home," She admitted. "I don't think I realized how overwhelmed I've been."

"You do a lot. Between Lovebug's therapies and all of your other duties, it's not easy. But I'm here now and I want to help you take care of lovebug. If we're a united front, then Felicity will feel more confident."

"I'm going to take you up on that. Felicity has been hearing more than she should lately about what she can and can't do. Liz has toned down her judgment. But I have a feeling Felicity saw the news when I wasn't looking."

Abbey sighed. "Will it ever end?"

"I don't know," Jed answered honestly. "But once we get Felicity better, we're going to make some changes.