Title: The Presidential Name Game

Category: General/Humor/Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: Josh and Donna figure out names for their next baby

Disclaimer: Ha!

Author's Notes: Feedback, please

Written: 6-9-05 to 8-22-05

Chapter Eight

Josh was standing five feet away from Donna, because that's where Donna had shoved him after he told her not to push, a stunned look on his face. He slowly approached his wife again, keeping completely quiet, not even opening his mouth. Her eyes met his.

"Don't even think about touching me right now," she growled at him. "Especially if you're going to tell me not to push." He shook his head. "Good, then get me some ice chips, and then maybe I'll let you hold my hand." Josh's eyes bugged out but he reached for the ice chips and handed them to her, then stepped out of her arms reach.

"There's no way you're holding my hand, especially after last time with Noah, when you broke one of my fingers."

"Oh, please," she scowled at him. "You're just a big baby."

"That may be, but you broke my pinky in two places!"

"Whatever," she snarled as another contraction hit, grabbing his hand, which he had thought was safely out of reach.

"Can we give her the epidural yet! Can we please give her the epidural!" he screeched as Donna's grip became stronger.

"In a little while, Mr. Lyman," a nurse said trying to appease the father. "Let me get the doctor." Josh let out a groan as he felt a tiny burning pain in his middle finger.

"Baby," Donna accused, panting.

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Two Hours Later

"It's a boy!" the doctor said, handing the screaming child to the nearest nurse to get cleaned up. Josh smiled down at Donna and she reached up to kiss him briefly.

"Thank you," he murmured to her and kissed her forehead.

"Mom, Dad," the obstetrician's voice filtered through again. "I think we have a surprise here."

"What?" Josh asked, panicked.

"Donna, I need you to push now," the doctor said.

"What? What's wrong?" Josh asked again. He went down to the doctor's side to check and saw another little head crowning. "Donna," he said with awe in his voice. "There's another one."

"I can tell, Josh," she said, smiling at him while grinding her teeth down to push. He ran back to her and kissed her forehead as the next baby's screams filled the air.

"A girl!" the doctor said, handing the baby once again to the nearest nurse. Josh and Donna grinned at each other stupidly. The babies were brought over. The son given to Josh to hold and the little girl placed on her mother's stomach.

"Matthew Josiah Lyman," Josh said, holding the baby so that both he and Donna could get a good look.

"And Abigail Helen Lyman," Donna said, stroking her daughter's cheek.

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As the children grew up they cherished pictures. Each had one from when they were only a few days old, just home from the hospital. In Abigail's her mother was holding her with First Ladies Helen Santos and Abigail Bartlet on each side of them. Matthew had almost the same picture except his father was holding him, with Presidents Josiah Bartlet and Matthew Santos taking up the space next to his Dad and Noah standing in front of his father's legs. Most people would be amazed at these pictures, but to Abby and Matt they were just family.

THE END

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!