Chapter Text

"Congresswoman."

Donna rolls her eyes playfully at his tease as she gently shuts their bedroom door behind her. "Stop."

"That's kinda hot," Josh muses with the grin that she can't deny. "Scratch that – not kinda. That's hot."

She smirks as she removes her watch and places it on the nightstand. "It's Congresswoman-elect," she corrects with smirk.

Josh's grin gets wider. "Somehow, that's hotter."

"Josh," she laughs as approaches her and loops his arms around her waist to pull her close for a kiss as her arms immediately find their place around his neck.

"I'm so proud of you," he says, his voice barely a whisper. It's hard for her to recall, now, a time when she thought he was purposely holding her career back. The way he supports her, the pride she always sees in his eyes, is undeniable.

"Well. I could definitely be in over my head this time," she admits, the anxiety that's been nagging at her creeping in now that it's official.

Josh kisses her on the forehead as he lets her go to begin getting ready for bed himself. It's been a long night, a long week – a long few months, actually. "You're not," he tells her simply.

"This is Congress, Josh," she says, as if they haven't spent the past year living and breathing her run for congress.

"You're the former chief of staff to the first lady," he reminds her easily as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the side, pulling a t-shirt on over his head. "Not many who run for Congress have that experience behind them. You know more than most of those gomers." He remembers now, how she'd questioned herself at first about her qualifications for chief of staff, as well. "You weren't sure about that either at first, then you hit it out of the park. Actually - same thing when you found out you were going to become a mother."

She laughs, remembering, as she picks up the shirt he's discarded on the floor and throws it into the hamper - some things will never change. "Yeah, well, I'm still not sure I'm hitting that of the park," she sighs. "Sometimes I don't think I'm even making contact with the ball."

"Who does?" Josh wonders. They have enough friends who are parents in their lives – kids of all ages, from grown adults to newborns – that he can say confidently no one is ever sure about how to be a parent.

"Yeah, but I have a daughter drawing tattoos on her sisters with a Sharpie while they sleep."

He sees the fret appear on her face and he cuts her off before she has a chance to panic. "The girls are fine."

"But now I'm going to be so-"

"The girls are fine," he repeats confidently. "I got them."

She nods and he reaches for her hand, tugging her towards the bed.

"I asked her to use a regular marker next time, it's easier to wash off," he jokes.

"Josh!" Donna exclaims in exasperation, even though she knows he's kidding.

"We're supposed to be celebrating this, not stressing," he reminds her as he pulls her down to him. "I think you could be good at this," he tells her softly and she grins.

"That seems like an entire lifetime ago," she says as she tilts her head so that he can kiss beneath her ear.

"Well, I mean – it was."

She huffs a laugh and releases any anxieties she has. "Okay. Let's celebrate."