Josh jogged the short distance to where his nurse friends were sitting at the main station tending to a visiting guest. He locked eyes with Abigail, the black nurse that pronounced him the Daddy, and with no regard for anyone else in the room, made his announcement.

"MY BABY JUST MADE A NOISE."

Various gaffs and golf claps erupted from the few nurses who were already planning on nominating Josh for the most neurotic Dad but no reaction could have matched the one that came from the guest they were assisting.

"What the hell do you mean your baby?"

Josh immediately ceased leaning into the counter and slowly turned his wide and fearful eyes towards none other then Mrs. Moss, fresh off the flight from Wisconsin.

"Mrs. Moss…I…didn't see you there. So glad you could make it."

Josh's sentiments sounded somewhere between sick and downright girly.

The two nurses behind the counter opposite Josh immediately snapped their heads down to the charts in their hands and pretended to make notes. The one at the whiteboard suddenly became very interested in her wristwatch and the two that were to Mrs. Moss's right began silently comparing lanyards. The point is that the hush that fell over these women in anticipation of what they considered a better plotline than most daytime soaps was palpable.

Mrs. Moss was staring at Josh with an expression he unfortunately was quite accustomed to. Whether it was CJ, Leo, Matt Santos, Helen or Lou, Josh was well aware of the "you owe me an answer and I want to hear it five seconds ago" look.

The group mentioned above could be pretty intimidating and Josh had done a lot to piss them off, but he was pretty certain that none of their looks compared with Mrs. Moss'

She was beautiful woman, looking like Donna but missing the glow of innocence that Josh had often admired about Donna. Mrs. Moss had a tougher look, like she hadn't gotten to the age she was without knocking a few heads together.

Josh had no idea what he was going to say next and as he took a deep breath to start babbling something he had yet to formulate when Mrs. Moss beat him to the punch.

She began dryly: "I am pleased to be here myself. I was looking forward to meeting my granddaughter and her father but apparently I am already accustomed to one of the two. I knew that she avoided the subject of her baby's father but never ONCE did she let on that it was her boss. Gee, I wonder why Donna would hide that from me? I wonder why Donna wouldn't want her mother to know that the slave driver knocked her up? Why would that be Josh?"

Josh physically flinched at the word slave driver and felt his face flush when the seemingly streetwise Mrs. Moss used the term knocked up. He felt his eyes begin to water and heard himself answer in a small voice:

"I don't know." He was looking down, ashamed and embarrassed and he could feel all 6 pairs of eyes boring into him.

Mrs. Moss regarded him silently for a moment. For most of her brief acquaintance with Josh she had considered him arrogant and controlling. The Josh before her now was repentant and humbled. She felt the air was thick and heavy and sad.

The silence was interrupted by a baby's cry somewhere down the hall. The beautiful sound awakened Mrs. Moss and she remembered why she had come. Today was to be a joyous day, a birthday. She straightened her shoulders and turning towards Josh said with all the kindness and forgiveness she could muster:

"Well…let me see this BABY!"

Josh looked up from the counter to see Mrs. Moss' eyes shining brightly and her expression full of excitement. It was immediately infections and everyone from Josh to the nurse at the white board were grinning ear to ear.

He pivoted on the ball of his foot and proudly said, "Allow me to show you the way!"

He and Mrs. Moss took off down the hallway with Josh saying how beautiful and tiny Ava was and how he thinks she might look a little like her. (because he has always been a kiss butt)

They reached the room and opened the door to see Donna cooing softly to the baby. She looked up and as soon she saw her mother, she burst into loud sobs. Josh looked to Mrs. Moss, horrified.

"It's ok honey." Mrs. Moss began and Josh realized she was talking to him. "It's just the hormones."

He nodded slightly and followed her tentatively into the room. Mrs. Moss wrapped her arms around Donna encompassing the baby as she did. She too began to weep and for about five minuets straight the two of them rocked and cried and held one another.

Josh felt extremely uncomfortable and yet wished more than anything that he could share in the embrace. It occurred to him as he watched this extreme showing of love and understanding that he was going to need to tell his mom. That alone was enough to make him hyperventilate. Throw in the fact that he is the campaign manager for the Democratic Presidential nominee and Josh thought he might actually pass out.

He excused himself from the room (not that Donna and her mother even noticed) and found the chairs in the hallway reserved for those who freak out in hospitals. You know, the ones who have to leave whenever the nurses come in; the ones who turn sheet white at the mention of changing bandages, taking blood, or running tests.

He sat alone, in the "freak out chairs" and ran his fingers through his hair. "I need a plan" he thought. But first I just need my mom.

Josh wiped out his cell phone and called his mom, the good thing being that if he could tell her, maybe he could figure out how to tell everyone else:

"Mom"…he began, his voice catching in his throat, "I have some news."