"Carol, it's gorgeous!" Donna exclaimed as she held the robe up for the inspection of the assembled White House Sisterhood. Her shower had been postponed one day because of a heavy snow storm the day before. Everyone had been sent home early before the storm had gotten really bad, but the city street crews had worked through the night making the roads safe for the morning commute.

"That's for in the hospital," she explained.

"Open that one there next, Donna" the First Lady ordered pointing towards the pile of gifts. "The one with the red ribbon." As Donna did as she asked the First Lady explained, "Since I'm the only one here who's been through this, I knew I'd be the only one to remember to get you what you really needed." As Dr. Bartlet said this Donna finished tearing the paper away revealing a box embossed in gold with the words 'Victoria's Secret.' "For after the checkup," the First Lady explained toasting the younger woman with her punch making Donna blush and the other women laugh. Donna's blush only deepened as she lifted the almost non-existent negligee from the tissue paper. She turned positively red when she saw the boxes of condoms underneath it.

"Ma'am!" Donna exclaimed.

"Please tell me you didn't buy those yourself," CJ begged imagining the questions from the Press Corp.

"I don't know CJ, I think it would help the President's image," Carol teased her boss. "That's quite an impressive collection there."

"Mom had me buy them," Zoey said with a conspiratorial wink at her mother.

Not to be out done by her youngest daughter the First Lady said, "Well that will certainly improve Charlie's reputation."

The gathered women tried mightily to school their expressions in the face of CJ's pained grimace, but soon lost the battle and started to laugh.

"Hahaha..." CJ told them. "Well at least Sam hasn't slept with another hooker," she joked.

"Call girl," Ginger, Donna, and Margaret reminded her as one.

Donna shifted in her seat trying to find a more comfortable position. The ache in her back had noticeably sharpened as she laughed with the other women at CJ's expense.

"Donna?" the First Lady queried. With a concerned look, she knelt beside the younger woman and placed her hand above where the baby rested. "Donna, how long have you..."

"First one I think," Donna admitted. "I guess the party's over, ladies."

"I'll go get Josh," Margaret told her as she nervously gestured towards the West Wing.

Minutes later Josh and Donna were bundled into the back of one of the motor pool Suburbans as Charlie drove them through the slushy streets of DC to George Washington University Hospital where Dr. McFadden waited for them.

"She's early," Josh whispered as he held Donna's hand.

"It's going to be fine, Josh" Donna reassured him. It occurred to her that suddenly their roles were reversed. Throughout her pregnancy Josh had been the one who was sure everything would be fine while Donna worried over everything, but now that her labor had begun it was Josh who was panicked. "It's only a few weeks early. She's ready to be born. Who knows maybe we'll have the New Year's baby," she teased him.

"Oh God," Josh said on a strangled groan.

Donna regretted those words later though as she panted through yet another contraction as the clock on the opposite wall crept closer to midnight. After the contraction was over she looked heavenward and said, "I swear I was joking! I didn't mean it! I don't want to have the New Year's baby!"

"You're doing just fine Donna," Dr. McFadden assured her.

"How much longer?" Josh asked as he wiped the sweat from Donna's forehead.

"Not much longer," she replied.

"That's what you said an hour ago," Donna whimpered as she once again pushed.