Ladies and Gentlemen of the West Wing

A/N -- Thank you to my kick arse beta Heather. She has been my sounding board through this whole thing, and sometimes my partner in crime. Oh, yes, my key chain partner in crime! Kudos as always, LGW!

Mary Kate 113 -- Thank you very much, and I'm glad that you're enjoying the story.

Kursk -- The origin of Josh's fortune will be revealed later, I promise. I hope you continue reading and enjoying!

Caia -- Yes, fatherhood is in store for Josh. Yeah, I hear the S6 thing, but in my universe, that didn't really happen and he is hovering around S3 or S2!

Starbuck223-- takes opium You rock! LOL! What else is there to say?

WhiteCamellia -- Thank you! I'm having a great time writing this and I'm so glad you love it. It makes it worth while.

Therese -- Thank you for the complement. We all know that he wouldn't just stop for a beer... in fact I like to think that he didn't stop for red lights on the way to the airport.

In This Apartment

The late fall sunlight filtered through the blinds in Josh's apartment. It was Saturday and he and Donna didn't need to be at work until nine, so they could sleep in late. The two were snuggled down in his thick comforter, curled into each other. He was possessive of her even in his sleep, his arms wrapped around her, his chin on top of her head. He loved this time of day now, right before she woke up. This morning he was up before he her and so he watched her, completely mesmerized. He was content just to stare her forever, make note of how her eyebrows furrowed when she dreamed, or how she would give little breathy sighs every few minutes.

"I love you," he whispered when she began to stir.

"Love you, too," she mumbled as she turned into him, the chilly air of the apartment hitting her face.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing? Sleep is good. We need to sleep sometimes you know."

Which was very true. They hadn't been sleeping much since they got engaged a month and a half ago.

"Making up for lost time. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"That's very sweet, Love." Donna said, kissing his chest. "I love you, I love you, I. Love. You."

"Now was that so hard?"

"Yes, it was. Now I'm going to sleep for the next hour, and when I get up I'm expecting breakfast in bed."

"Fine," Josh teased.

As soon as he got out of the bed, Donna missed his presence, his warmth, his feel. She wondered how she had managed to go so long without it.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"Come back here. It's too cold without you."

Josh was all too happy to oblige.

"Donna, can't we, you know, call in sick or something?" Josh asked an hour later.

"Yeah, because that wouldn't be obvious at all."

"It would make certain…people...jealous." Josh got out while kissing the side of Donna's neck.

"Glad you didn't say her name. But yes, Joshua, we need to go to work, too."

"You mean we have to sleep and go to work? You aren't much fun."

"You weren't complaining five minutes ago. Besides, we can't live on love alone. Now get into the shower, I'm going to make us coffee and bagels for the way in."

"Or you can take a shower with me and we can stop at that little coffee shop you like."

"Or you can do what I say and we won't be late for work."

"Leo will understand," he whispered while playing with her hair.

"Sorry I'm late, Leo and missed the briefing on Sub-continent nukes...I was too busy fooling around with Donna."

"Well, I wouldn't say it like that."

"Josh, be a good boy and take a shower."

"Yes, ma'am."

Donna couldn't stand to be in his bed alone, so as soon as the bathroom door closed, she got up and started to dress. She had taken a shower last night, before she came over, knowing full well that this morning she wouldn't have time. This wasn't the first occurrence of her and Josh staying in bed too long for their own good. She had also learned through experience to keep some clothes at Josh's place and he had some at hers. He had been so sweet about it, moving some of his things to the front closet so that she could have her own little section in the bedroom closet. After she had dressed, she picked up her nightclothes up off the floor, folded them neatly, and tucked them under the pillow on what had become her side of the bed. She did the same with Josh's pajamas and while she did, she wondered why they even bothered with them in the first place, they only got in the way.

Donna made coffee and bagels like she said she would. While she was waiting for the bagels to pop out of the toaster and the coffee to finish brewing, she realized that this is what she had to look forward to every morning from here on out. Soon there would be babies and they would be a whole family. She loved to think of their children, how they would look, what traits they would inherit, how Josh would be the stereotypical, overprotective father.

Just then Josh walked into the kitchen, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Donna, where's the..."

"Go and put some clothes on Josh," Donna said, cutting him off.

"What?"

"Because my resolve to go to work is shrinking with every second you stand there."

"Really?"

"Yes, now you and your newly stoked ego need to put on some clothes. It's already eight thirty."

"We're not finished, you know."

"We're never finished. Now go get dressed."

Donna was tempted to say that CJ was going to bring Colleen in for a few hours, that was until Danny got in from his flight back from Amsterdam, but she didn't want twenty questions. "How long is Leena staying?", "Can you make sure Toby gets the thing so I can check on Leena?" and, "I wonder if Leena is getting bored in CJ's office? Do you think I should take her to visit Sam?" were all sure to come her way that day. Josh adored Leena like she was his own daughter, and would spend all day with her if he didn't have his own matters to attend to. He was also excited about CJ's second pregnancy, he, Sam, and Toby were very attentive to her, asking her if she needed anything every few minutes. Yes, she decided, Josh would make a good father, she would figure the mother stuff out along the way, and things would all work out in the end. If they could work things out and end up together after their world had come crashing down on them so many times, surely raising children would be okay.

While Donna waited for Josh to come back out, she idly looked through one of her many bridal magazines. February was coming up quicker than she realized, and she still had a million things to get done. She was waiting for the second set of invitations to come back; the first set had come back saying "Josh and Diane." Josh had found it funny, vaguely remembering her saying something like that would happen, but Donna didn't quite see the humor. She wanted Joshua and Donnatella, and was determined to get it. She also made note that tomorrow she and CJ were going to go dress shopping. Donna had an idea of what she wanted, but there wasn't much time to waste. With only four months left to go, things needed to start moving along. The wedding was going to be a small event, as small as a wedding overrun with the Secret Service could be, but Donna was determined to make it elegant. Josh told her money was no object, that she was free to spend whatever she wanted. She thought it funny from the man who always gave her grief over change, but she wasn't about to complain.

"Let's go," Josh said as he walked into the kitchen and headed to the coffee pot.

"Lead the way, my dear."

"You know, we can probably get home by six or seven..."

"Yes."

"I don't know if I can deal with it."

"You can and you will. Now grab your finest bagel in the land and your backpack."

"Come on, you've never thought of doing it in the White House?"

"No, because unlike you, I have a sense of decency." Donna lied. Of course she had thought about it, about simply sweeping everything off of his desk, pushing him back on it, and taking him. She had thought about him shutting the door behind her kissing her, undressing her right there while she worked on his pants, picking her up and wrapping her legs around him...

"... memo up to the Hill by one, otherwise Brodder will have a fit."

"Right," she muttered distractedly, coming back from her dirty thoughts.

"Oh, and not for nothing, I've thought of the desk thing, too."

To be continued…