A/N – Hi guys! Thanks to everyone for reviewing, I really appreciate the reviews. This might be the last chapter, so I hope that you enjoy! I'll probably be writing another West Wing fic sometime soon, so keep your eyes open! Enjoy!
Josh was extremely anxious all day. He was so happy that he had permission to marry Donna, but he was now worried at what her answer would be. Oh, he knew that she loved him, but was getting married too early a step? After all, they had only been a couple for two weeks and a bit…though it seemed so much longer.
As Donna was washing the lunch dishes with her mother, Anne and Clare, he decided to give Sam a quick call. This time he thought he'd tell Donna that he was calling, and save him some trouble.
"Hey, Donnatella?" Josh asked, poking his head in the kitchen.
Donna turned around at his voice and smiled. She looked so at home and relaxed; Josh was amazed at the transformation.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I'm gonna call Sam and check in, okay?" Josh tried not to grin or give away anything; he was so surprised that she had not picked up the change in his mood.
"Sure, sweetie. Tell him I say hi!" Donna grinned, and turned around to keep working.
As Josh walked outside, he sighed. One down. Now he needed to find somewhere he could talk to Sam in private. He decided to go walking in the fields, Donna hadn't shown him that yet and he wanted to see them. That way no one could interrupt, either.
Josh waited patiently while it rang. Once, twice, then Ginger picked up.
"Hey Ginger, it's Josh. How's everything going?" he asked.
"Everything's fine…you want me to put you through to Sam?" she asked.
"Yeah, thanks."
Josh waited while she put the call through.
"Josh!" Josh smiled when he heard his friend's voice.
"Hey Sam," Josh greeted, running his hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked worriedly, "Did her parents say no? Man, buddy, I'm sorry, that's got to suck – "
"No, they said yes." Josh grinned, remembering.
Josh could feel Sam's happiness through the phone.
"That's awesome!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, but…I don't know if I can ask her." Josh admitted, "I'm just so damn nervous, Sam, and I want it to be perfect, what if it's not? Or even worse, what if she says no? What'll we do then?"
Sam chuckled, "Josh, calm down. Do you honestly think that Donna, your Donna, the one that's been in love with you for years, would say no? And I'm sure you and I can come up with the perfect plan…what have you two been up to? Has she shown you any of her favourite spots or anything?"
Josh thought for a moment, and then thought of the picture perfect place.
"Sam – I've got it."
* * *
The next morning, Josh tiptoed into her room and carefully sat down on her bed.
"Donnatella…" he whispered, giving her a kiss to wake her up.
"Hmm?" she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open. A smile crossed her lips when she saw Josh.
"Hi, beautiful. Come on." Josh kissed her on the forehead and helped her up.
"Where are we going?" she asked, yawning.
"Outside," Josh replied simply.
Donna shrugged, "Okay."
He put his arm around her as they quietly made their way downstairs and outside.
"The sun's rising," Donna smiled, stopping to watch.
Josh shook his head, "Nope, we have to keep going."
Donna looked at him, confused.
"Trust me," Josh said, looking her in the eyes.
She knew him well enough to know that whatever this was, it was important to him. So she nodded, and kept walking with him.
"These fields are beautiful," Josh commented as they walked through them.
"Yeah, I always loved walking through them as a kid," Donna replied, grinning as she remembered her younger years.
Josh stopped walking and looked around. This would be about right.
"Look around, Donnatella," he whispered.
Donna looked, and her face lit up. For what seemed like miles, she could see fields. And they were facing the sunrise, which was amazingly magnificent this morning.
"It's wonderful," Donna laughed, putting her head on Josh's shoulder.
Josh waited a couple seconds as they stood there in silence. Then he took a deep breath and felt his pocket to make sure the box was still there.
"Donna?" he whispered.
"Yeah?" she replied softly.
"I love you," he said, taking his arm off her waist and kneeling down.
He wanted to chuckle when she didn't notice his change in posture.
"I love you too, Joshua – " Donna turned to look at him and gasped when she saw him holding the ring.
Josh's heart was pounding and he swallowed, trying to remember what he thought he'd say next. To his horror, he couldn't remember! He and Sam had spent a couple minutes planning out what he would say, and it was perfect. Now, he couldn't even remember what came next.
Donna's eyes were sparkling, and her hands were over her mouth so Josh couldn't see if she was smiling or not.
"Donnatella Moss, will you marry me?" he asked softly, kicking himself inside for not remembering everything in between.
A single tear ran down Donna's cheek, and Josh's eyes widened. He knew he shouldn't have asked yet, it was too soon. Stupid, stupid man, he couldn't believe himself sometimes –
He was broken out of his self-loathing thoughts as Donna squealed and jumped on him.
"Well, Donnatella?" he asked, holding her tightly in his arms.
She laughed, "Joshua, I would be honoured."
Josh laughed, and put the ring on her finger. He picked her up, twirling her around.
"We're getting married!" Donna exclaimed happily when he stopped twirling her.
"Can you believe it?" Josh asked, kissing the tip of her nose.
Donna nodded, "It's about time!"
Josh laughed, "I know…"
"Who else knew about this?" she asked, curious.
"Your mom and dad, Sam…maybe your whole family, depending on who your parents told." Josh concluded.
Donna smiled, "You asked my dad's permission, didn't you."
Josh nodded, "I thought it only proper."
"What a gentleman," she teased.
"What can I say?" Josh shrugged, "That's just me in general."
"Come on, gentleman," she replied, pulling him in the direction of the house, "Let's go inside and tell my family. Then we need to call your Mom, and then the White House."
Josh nodded, putting his arm around her. At this moment, life was absolutely perfect.
He glanced upwards while he walked with Donna.
Thank you, he thought graciously.