This is a companion to "Did the Angels Sing," which is a post-ep to "Noel." I wrote this because LuvWestWing asked me to write more to that story a while ago and put it on alert, but I never wrote more for "Did the Angels Sing." I felt bad about that, so this is basically dedicated to that person.

Originally I planned to write a companion to it about New Year's Eve, but that never happened. So, instead, I chose Easter, because of the two Christian holidays.

This gets to be unbelievable Josh-Donna fluff at the very end, so sorry if it's too sappy. I hope you enjoy!

Like all devout Christians, Josh Lyman was looking forward to Easter.

However, being Jewish and not planning on celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ, Josh had a different reason to look forward to the holiest of the holidays celebrated in Christianity.

What was it that he was looking forward to?

Well, Josh had a plan. A master plan. An exciting, secret plan that had involved using some of the best minds the White House had at its disposal – which meant that Sam, C.J., Toby, and even Charlie, Leo, and the President had gotten involved. Hell, even Margaret had gotten involved; nearly everyone had, which lead him to become rather worried when so many people knew, but it didn't really matter – Donna hadn'tfound out.

The whole reason for the scheming was that Josh was trying to be creative. Ever since he and Donna had finally gotten together on Christmas Eve, Josh had known that she was it. Okay, well, if he were honest with himself, he had known she was it for quite some time, but, after they had officially departed their simple boss-assistant relationship, Josh had been trying to figure out the right time to do it.

People had told him that he was doing it too soon; they hadn't even been together six months. But, as Josh told them, what the hell did he care? He was going to propose to Donna the soonest he had a bright idea and an occasion that was worthy.

He had decided upon Easter.

It made sense – they started dating on Jesus's birthday, so they may as well become engaged on his resurrection. But, then it was time to debate. How was he going to make it creative? That was when Sam had become employed. When Sam and Josh got no where, they asked C.J. And then, domino effect, everyone got involved. But, the long days that had lead up to Easter Sunday were filled with secretive planning.

It all started in March, when Josh saw a lot of his co-workers – including the President – walking around with ashes on their forehead. Ash Wednesday. Of course. Lent. The season of giving things up, and… the beginning of the Easter season. He had gotten the idea, and walked into the Roosevelt Room that morning to announce it to Sam, who had been in there for a meeting.

"What's up?" Sam asked, noting Josh had just barricaded the two of them inside the room, after walking in and closing the door.

"I've got an idea."

"Really, now? That only happens, what, like, three times a year with you?"

"Funny," Josh replied, his voice dripping in sarcasm, taking a seat across the table from Sam, who was shuffling papers around.

"Oh, before I forget," Sam interjected, "I'm going to need you to look over some of State's language changes for the President's speech in Dayton next week."

"Okay," absentmindedly responded Josh.

"They're freaking out over something in a ridiculous section on foreign policy. I tried explaining to the guys over there that we're talking about a speech in Ohio, for God's sake, not somewhere where the President's language will be under scrutiny, but they didn't listen. You know, I've had it about up to her—"

"Sam!" Josh exclaimed.

"Sorry. Right. You had an idea."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Josh looked at Sam and at point blank said, "I'm thinking of proposing to Donna on Easter."

"Hey! That's exciting!" Sam responded, then changing his tone to ask, "Are you going to have C.J. leak it to the press first?"

"No. Just announce the engagement."

"Okay. Well, that sounds good. Congratulations, man."

"Thanks."

Sam was puzzled. "Wait, am I missing something here? Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I need your help."

"Hey," Sam replied, putting his hands up to show a premature surrender, "I mean, I proposed to Lisa, but I don't think I'm going to be much help in this department."

"It's got to be creative."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. I just got the idea and you're the only one who's not in a meeting."

"So you had an epiphany and came here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," said Sam, taking off the glasses that had previously resided on his face and folding them to set down on the table, "well, I think we ought to ask C.J."

"Yeah, I was thinking that," Josh said excitedly, leaning over the table more, "but then I was thinking she might spill it to Donna."

"No. C.J. wouldn't do that. If it's going to be something nice for Donna, C.J. won't want to spoil anything."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"I say we do a meeting after work tonight. A late night planning session. Tell Donna that she can go home and I'll organize a group."

"Really? You'll do all that?"

"Yeah. As long as I get to be best man in the wedding," Sam said with a smirk.