Josh's POV
It's been four days since my children were born and four days since their mother, my wife lapsed into a coma. I've sat by her bedside, morning, noon and night talking to her, holding the babies beside her in the hope that our voices will bring her from the dark world she is in at the moment.
My children are adorable. Every nurse in the nursery says so. I just can't believe how lucky I am to have them. If I had to go back to the beginning of the campaign I would never have thought that I would be in this position. I never had aspirations to have children. That was until one Miss Donnatella Moss walked into my life. From that moment I knew I wanted to have children, but only with her. I just hope that she wakes soon.
Sitting by her bedside has given me a lot of thinking time. And I know exactly what I want to happen. I want to renew our vows in front of our friends and have our children baptised at the same time. My mother won't be happy, then again maybe she will, but e are baptised the children in Donna's religion. They will not be brought up Jewish, although when they are old enough, they will have the choice of which religion they want to follow.
"I have it all planned baby, you just have to wake and hear them." I tell her as I let her hand rest back on the bed. Her hand twitches as it rests. It has done this on a few occasions over the last few days, but when it continues I look up to see her trying to open her eyes. "That's it baby, come on open those eyes for me." Slowly her eyelids flutter before open to show those gorgeous eyes of hers. "Hi gorgeous." She smiles before trying to talk. Her voice sounds raspy. "Wait and I'll get the doctor before seeing if you can have something." I tell her before pressing the button.
Minutes later the doctor appears. "Well Mrs Lyman, you've come back to us. I have to say what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. Your husband here has gone on and on about you since he arrived."
Donna looks confused and then as if she remembers. "The babies."
"Are fine." I tell her. I place my face beside hers and whisper in her ear. "We have a son and a daughter. And they are beautiful."
"Can I see them?" She wants to see her children, and I can't blame her. She doesn't seem interested in what has been wrong with her. She just wants her babies.
"I'll go and get them." I tell her leaving her side for a moment to go and retrieve Noah and Talia from the nursery. "Hey guys, you ready to meet mommy?" I ask them as I lift them into my arms. It's amazing how much difference four days can make.
Donna's POV
I am a little confused but the doctor fills me in while Josh is away getting my babies. I've been in a coma for four days because of my children. Placental Abruption. Now this is something I was told about when I was pregnant but never thought it would happen to me.
The door behind the doctor opens and I glance over his shoulder to see my husband with two of the most precious bundles in his arms. "Time to meet mommy." He says with a huge grin on his face. I can't believe it, they are finally here.
They are asleep as Josh lays them in my arms. They are so adorable. My son looks like his father. He has the same look as Josh when he sleeps. Always looks like he is thinking of some scam. My daughter looks like me. She has my nose and mouth and such soft skin. "Oh Josh, they are here."
"I know baby. I know." He answers with tears coursing down his face.
"Have you named them?" I ask in anticipation, wondering if he has or whether he chose to wait until I was there.
"He named them." The voice from the door has me turning in bed.
"Mr President." I am dumbstruck.
"We got the call from josh that you were awake and I wanted to be here to see you. And I am getting to see you holding those children, exactly where they belong." The President is smiling at me. "Donna you have wonderful children, and don't you worry, Josh would only allow me to hold them, until you were awake. Lets just say the First Lady isn't too happy that I got to hold a child and she didn't."
"So Josh, what did you name our children?" I ask tearing my eyes away from my babies to look at my husband.
"What do you think I called them?" He asks, waiting to see what I would have chosen.
"Noah Josiah for our son." I see the President nodding. I got one right. "And for our daughter, Talia Rose."
"I chose well, didn't I Sir?" Josh asks the president.
"That you did son. Now let's see if we can get the first family photo done." The President pulls a camera from his jacket pocket and starts to snap away. Because that is what we are now. We are a family.
A.N – Sorry it has taken me so long to update. I lost my muse for a while but it is coming back. Three more chapters to go, maybe four not quite sure. Thanks for sticking with me though.