It's a rare Saturday that they've got to themselves. No one has been called into work, national security issues are giving them a reprieve today. She knows he's busy at work, and she sees the fact that he left work at work yesterday. There would've been a time in years past that he would've gone in on a Saturday, or brought work home with him, but true to his promise to her in Hawaii that he wants to have a life and doesn't want everything to be about work anymore, he's learned what work he can leave behind and when he can leave work behind (since so many times, he actually literally can't).

It's been a lazy morning and she knows these days are rare. They don't venture out, as it's rainy and dreary and going anywhere takes a little more planning and effort what with his secret service detail and all. She never would've imagined living a life like this, but here she was.

It's the most mundane of days (although, mundane days are such a rarity for them, it's almost not mundane and it's instead special), so that's why she's surprised when she turns around in the middle of their apartment, contemplating if she should spend some time on this lazy Saturday doing laundry or just keep it all about doing nothing, only to find him down on one knee with a small velvet box in his hand.

She's imagined this moment since they've been together (a moment she never imagined until then, with anyone else, or even in the hypothetical) but she never imagined it quite like this, in the middle of nothing and truly knocking her off kilter. Props to him for pulling off the element of surprise.

"Holy crap," the words tumble out of her mouth without processing through her brain. She realizes what she's said and gasps at how unromantic it must have sounded, covering her mouth with her hand and then they're both laughing, Josh raising his eyebrows at her.

The speech he'd had planned (or, planned to improvise) suddenly derailed, they take a moment to laugh together. "That's what you have to say?" he asks, his voice cracking a bit as it often does in moments he's caught off guard (by her, anyway. He doesn't get so easily rattled in politics).

"Sorry!" she giggles. She just takes in her circumstances, realizes she's in sweatpants and a sweatshirt and she didn't even wash her hair today and here he is proposing to her at the most unexpected moment, so yes: holy crap.

"Look," Josh says, trying to get things back on track with the planned-to-be-unplanned speech, "I've never been good at moments like this or at finding the words, but… I love you. That's been a constant for so many years. The best thing I ever did was take that vacation and put life before work and I know that our life is busy and crazy and exhausting but somehow we make it work, and you put up with me. I know that I want this, forever. Now- when it's this crazy life with crazy working hours and a security detail on all our dates and somewhere down the line when it's not and it's just you and me living life like normal."

"Holy crap," she says again, eyes widening as the words pop out of her mouth without permission from her brain.

"Donna," he groans with a laugh.

"It's beautiful," she says, gazing at the ring. She's a little bit in shock and a lot of words are coming out of her mouth but she doesn't remember approving any of them. She's all over the place and she's a little irritated with herself for commenting on the beauty of the ring before saying anything else, because aren't you not supposed to care what the ring looks like, really?

"It's, uh, actually a family heirloom," he tells her.

"Holy-"

"Don't say it!" he cuts her off, and they're both laughing, suddenly. "Can't you say anything else?"

She grins, the shock of the moment starting to dissipate enough that she can be a part of it. She's trying to process the little speech he just gave her and hopes she will remember it after this moment of shock, because she doesn't want to forget the words. "Yes."

"Okay," he encourages her.

"No, I mean – yes… I can say yes."

"Oh," he realizes. He grins then and removed the ring and slides it on her finger. "If you want we can get you something new, I just thought this is the kind of thing you'd-"

"No," she cuts him off immediately. "You're right. I love it. I love you." She kisses him softly once, then again, then one more time, unsure she can believe that this moment just happened in the middle of a rainy Saturday, in their living room, her in sweatpants and a sweatshirt (that, okay, might actually be his) with unwashed hair. "You just surprised me," she explains her reaction and her repeated use of holy crap as he pulls her into a hug and kisses her on the head, his lips lingering for a moment.

"I thought about doing it somewhere else, you know but…" he nods towards the door. "If we go out of the apartment we're never alone and I wanted it to just be you and me."

She looks down at her left hand, disbelief that she has this ring sparkling on her finger. "You sure about this?" she teases.

"Are you sure about this?" he retorts, quirking his eyebrow.

"Yes," she says simply, not even reacting to his quip. "Yes," she says simply. "Now. Let's see how the ring looks without all these clothes in the way."