The PTSD was another problem that still haunts me today over 4 years later. I'm always so worried when things are going wrong, that it's going to happen again. I couldn't bare to see Josh lose it like that because he can hear the sirens again. Sometimes, when I sleep, I dream that I can hear them and that I've lost him. I don't have PTSD, I wasn't even there. I don't know why but whenever I hear ambulance sirens I think of him.
During the bad time I worry that I'll never see him again and never tell him how I feel which is why, tonight, when we're working late again I'm going to tell him how I feel. Tell him that I love him. It's 4 years to the day since I told him I wouldn't stop for red lights, the day Josh calls our anniversary. He gave me a bouquet of flowers this morning and I don't mind anymore that today it our 'anniversary'.
I walk back into the office carrying a pile of folders.
"This is the last lot."
I say and leave the folders on Josh's desk. Later, when we finish working, I choose my moment.
"Thank you for the flowers, Joshua. They're beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you Donnatella."
Josh whispers and I blush. I take a step closer to him, take a deep breath and our eyes meet.
"I love you Josh."
I said it. He is quiet and stops fiddling with the folders, his eyes never leaving mine. I can usually read him like a book but not now.
"I love you,"
I whisper again. Confusion clouds his eyes but as I whisper the light of recognition dawns in his eyes. Josh smiles properly for the first time since the President was reelected. He reaches for my hand and I smile shyly at him. He pulls me closer and as he does so Josh whispers.
"I love you Donna Moss."
I grin and close my eyes as his breath tickles my chin, then Josh kisses me. My heart soars and I wrap my other arm around him, kissing him back. He doesn't need to ask what I mean and I don't need to ask him either. The kiss shows our feelings more than any words could and I wonder why I never told him before.
THE END
