Whoever had hidden the eggs was going to need some more practice, Donna thought to herself as she walked back into the White House after the preposterous Easter exercise she had just done. It had taken her only ten minutes to make sure she had one of every color of egg. She walked back to Josh's office, finding him sitting there, legs up on the desk, his face buried in some briefing memo.

"Well," she announced, "I've got all fifteen different colored eggs, and I made sure to only take one of each color. I know it's not nice to take from the other children. My parents have just recently instilled the values of sharing in me and I've done them proud today."

"Funny," he replied, standing up and walking over to her. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he began to walk her over to her egg explanation station, which, he explained, would be Toby's office.

"He's okay with my being in here?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. So, let me just turn on the camera, and then you can go to work."

"Okay," she replied, giving him a funny look.

"Just come out and get me when you're done."

"Thanks," Donna said, beginning to remove her jacket and putting it on the back of Toby's chair. She sat down, pulled the basket of eggs closer to her on the desk, and adjusted her hair before beginning her video taped egg discussion.

"Hi," she started, "this is Donna, and I'm doing the test run of the new Easter Egg hunt the President wants to do for next year's Egg Roll. So, I have the checklist here, and I'm going to go through each of the items and explain to you what I think it is and from which color egg the item came."

Outside of the door, Josh held his breath and looked over his shoulder to see C.J., Sam, Margaret, Bonnie, Ginger, and even Toby waiting around the corner. It might have been pathetic, but they had all managed to pencil this in before they went off to their respective Easter celebrations in the afternoon.

"I am now opening the lime green egg," explained Donna. "And inside of it, I find… a small rock." She held up the rock towards the camera, which really wasn't filming anything. "This, I am assuming, if my years of Catholic schooling aren't failing me, is the rock which was rolled away to let Jesus – out, or whatever. So, we can certainly call this item inside the green egg a God trinket, or a Jesus knickknack."

Josh laughed over her explanation of the item and held his breath to find which egg she would pick up next.

"Now, we have the pink egg. It's a rather fluorescent pink, which, may I add, was very easy to find on the lawn. Inside we have… a small eraser in the shape of a bell. Ah, and upon observing more, I've found that the eraser has a small crack on it. My guess is that this eraser is to represent the famous Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. This is an item to celebrate our American heritage. So, one in each column.

"Next, I have the – I would have to call this color gold – egg."

Josh swallowed hard. This was it.

"And, upon opening the egg, I find—" A small silver band with a rather large diamond fell out on top of Toby's desk calendar. Donna said nothing, and moved nothing. She felt her chest rise and fall faster, her heart beat rapidly increasing. She slowly moved her right hand over to the ring and picked it up, examining it. She felt her eyes tearing up. Dammit, Josh. Why did he – why does he always have to do things like this? "Josh," she said breathlessly, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

By this time Josh couldn't take it any longer. He opened the door, and began to talk, saying,

"Yeah, see, the thing is, the kids, next year, they won't have a golden egg to search for. That one was just for you."

"Josh—"

He continued into the room, slowly walking towards the desk. "So the test run we had you do today is really quite flawed," he went on, "and not completely representative of the hunt the President wants to have next year."

"Josh—" she sobbed again, becoming completely in articulate as she continued to grip the ring with her right hand.

"But, I figured it was a good idea to have you do this anyway." He finally made it towards Toby's desk, and, taking a deep breath, got down on one knee next to where Donna was sitting, turned the swivel chair and Donna to face him, and took her left hand in his. "Donna, I love you more than you'll probably ever know," he said looking straight into her eyes. He then shifted his glance down to his leg. "This – being married to you – it will – it could – it would, be the best thing I've ever done. Undoubtedly, the best thing. Indeterminably better than getting the President elected. I love you, so much, and I just want to declare it." He made certain that he had her eyes locked in with his when he said the next part. "Donna, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Donna shook from the crying and closed her eyes for a minute. It seemed as if it were surreal, until she looked and saw Josh's eyes. This man, who had been through so much – his eyes – he just looked so vulnerable. It's not as if she even needed to be taking all this time to get the answer out. It wasn't even a question. "Yes," she choked out. "I love you, Josh. Yes," she laughed and smiled. "Of course."

Josh got up on both knees and pulled Donna's face towards his and kissed her, an airy kiss which barely brushed her lips. He took the ring from her right hand and placed it on her left hand, kissing it after the ring was in it, then standing up and bringing her up with him to embrace her tightly, stroking her hair as she cried into his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered into her ear again, and brought his lips to hers again.

Slowly, C.J. peeked out from around the corner. "Is it done?" she asked, reservations apparent in her tone.

Donna and Josh looked up at her, Donna laughing. "You knew about this, C.J.?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? Josh couldn't have done this without our help!" Sam shouted, walking out next to C.J.

Donna just smiled and laughed, then, turning her face to Josh's, she whispered, "You're helpless."

"Only without you," he responded, moving one hand to the small of her back and the other to her face, bringing his lips to hers again, something he would do again, again, and again for the rest of their lives.