Everything was in order. The movers had just left, and Josh stood by the balcony windows, watching Sunshine running around, chased by her own personal assistant. He laughed quietly—six years old with a personal assistant. Who'd've thought? Who'd've thought any of this? Not him, certainly. This had never actually been his goal. This was his boyhood pipe dream. His and Sam's long-running joke. It wasn't supposed to become a reality.
"All the girls think you look hot in that shirt," a voice behind him said brightly. He turned around to kiss her. "Don't all the girls think I look hot anyway?" he teased.
"All the girls who count, at least," she replied, her tone just as light as his.
"Mr. President?"
"Yes, Molly?"
"The painters have arrived, sir, they want to know if Miss Lyman prefers ballerinas or unicorns."
"She's always wanted unicorn wallpaper."
"Thank you, Mr. President."
"You're welcome, Molly."
Donna chuckled. "Miss Lyman," she said, shaking her head.
Josh dropped a kiss on her forehead. "That's a first."
Donna rested her hands on her slightly protruding midsection. "Not the only first, I imagine." She gazed out at Sunshine, now collapsed on the lawn, laughing.
Josh smiled and kissed her. "Mrs. Lyman, what's next?"