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Josh lived in a world of fanatical delight. He couldn't help but believe how amazing he felt. The problems of the White House seemed obsolete. The entire time he worked, all he could think about were the things he wasn't allowed to say.

For a few days he and Donna were barely talking but they both figured the other was right. A silence was the only thing they could manage. A soft nothingness resigned keeping enough space between them to stop the screaming.

Needless to say their silence was heard throughout the White House. Feet tiptoed around them and there was an unconscious agreement among the staff to say nothing of it.

By the time Wednesday rolled around someone had to break the silence. If it wasn't one of them it would be a staffer and then they would just implode.

"Donna?" Josh said after coming back from a meeting. "Can I bother you for a moment?"

Donna looked up at him and followed him into the office. He closed the door behind her and motioned her to sit down.

"I feel like I'm being brought into the principal's office," Donna said with a hidden smirk.

Josh looked at her with a little enthusiasm.

"Donna," he began slowly. "We..."

"Oh give it a rest," Donna began standing up and pacing the room. "I'm going to go to the doctor's on Friday. We'll tell people after that."

"Doctor?" his voice squeaked.

"Yes Josh," Donna began slowly explaining it to him in the only tone she could exact. "You remember the nausea…the insomnia…and I really don't want you to tell everyone and then find out I'm not actually..." she paused.

"Pregnant. God Donna," Josh told her a little too loudly.

"Josh!" Donna cried in a whisper.

"You can say the word."

"I have no problem saying the word. Just as long as I don't accidentally say it in earshot of anyone who might tell my boss," she began.

"Donna I'm your boss," Josh told her.

"God you think I didn't know that!" she yelled loud enough for anyone in the West Wing to hear. "I'm surprised you've figured that out. That's what the problem is."

Josh stared at her with his head tilted and a grand smirk on his face. "You're beautiful when you're crazy."

Donna wanted to throw something at him. Instead she turned on her feet.

"Donna we weren't really finished," Josh remarked as she turned to open the door.

She turned around with her eyes sharpened with seriousness. "I think we were." Then she began to open the door. Sam was suddenly standing in front of her.

"Sorry," Sam said and moved out of her way.

She smiled and went to her own desk.

Sam looked at Josh. "What the hell was that?"

Josh looked frustrated; he was harboring a sense of seriousness. "Nothing," he shrugged it off.

Sam looked at him curiously. "For some reason I find that hard to believe."

Josh ignored him outright. "What do you need?" he asked harshly.

"Whoa no need to get angry," Sam began.

"Sorry," Josh apologized just as harshly and sarcastically.

Sam smiled but inquired no more into his friend's affairs. "I just have an extra ticket to the game on Friday."

"Which game?" Josh asked passively, as he rose.

"Josh," Sam exclaimed. "The baseball game. The one you haven't been able to shut up about for the past three weeks."

"Oh," Josh merely said still not exactly sure what game Sam was talking about.

"Do you want to come?"

Josh's head spurted up finally realizing what Sam was asking. He looked at him squarely in the eyes. He couldn't think of any good reason not to go, except for well...the one he wasn't supposed to tell him about.

"I can't," Josh said, heading for the door.

"What!"

"I have...," he stopped not thinking of any good reason. He ignored Sam for a moment. "Donna do you want some lunch?" he asked in a tone of affection, which only barely covered up his disappointment.

Sam stopped in his steps. Before Donna could answer. "Wait... you're getting Donna lunch? What's going on?"

Both of them stared, blankly. Donna shrugged it off and turned to Josh.

"If they have any bacon... and chocolate..." she remarked barely noticing the oddity of her request.

"Bacon and chocolate?" Josh asked skeptically.

Sam looked at Donna, "Are you alright?"

Donna smiled but didn't answer.

Suddenly Josh felt as though it was the exact moment to seek revenge. "Donna I'll be right back. Can you tell Sam why I can't go to the game on Friday?"

"But you can…" Donna began.

"This Friday," Josh said sternly with a tone that brought her mind back to reality of their own little world.

"Oh." She sat, not sure if she could trust herself to say more.

Josh ran out and down to the mess, leaving Sam staring at Donna while she tried to think of a logical excuse.

That night around three, Donna drove to Josh's apartment. She normally went to Josh's apartment straight after work. Routine had taken over them and they stopped seeking the oddity of the situation and embraced it. Donna hadn't gone that night. She had to work some things out, vent her anger.

She rang his buzzer, several times. She waited, rather impatiently for Josh to respond.

"Who is it?" his voice came over the intercom.

"It's me," she answered back, trying to hide her rage.

He let her in. She went straight to his apartment and knocked.

He opened the door a little startled. "You didn't have to knock."

She walked right passed him and threw her jacket on the couch. He knew obviously that this wasn't going to be a night of "making up". He was pretty sure he was about to have an argument.

"We need to talk," she said in a low voice, eyes glaring.

He closed the door and walked passed her to the kitchen. "Okay."

"Why the hell did you do that?" she screamed.

Josh started to make coffee. "Do what?"

"You left me there standing with Sam," Donna yelled. "Why the hell would you do that?"

"Oh that," he remarked. "Yeah, sorry."

"Sorry!" she screamed. "Sorry! That's all you can say."

"Donna," he whined.

"Don't you even start with me Josh," she continued. "If this is going to be a reality you have to be less of a jackass."

"Agreed," he said walking back to the couch and sitting down. She stayed standing, eyes still glaring. "And I concede that you were right about the other things but I think I was right too."

"I was right about what things?" she asked still frustrated.

"Everything," he said calmly.

"Fine," she huffed.

There was a silence. She let her body fall onto the couch. She didn't look at him, couldn't look at him.

"Is this really happening?" she asked, her voice revealing how scared she felt.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"This shouldn't be happening," she said allowed.

"I know," he answered her, just as scared.

"By the way," she said turning to him. "Sam thinks you have a hot date on Friday, and the reason you didn't want to tell him is because it's a man."

"Donna," he whined.

She laughed. "Hey, I figured you left me there… why shouldn't I have my fun?"

He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I know you're scared."

She didn't answer just sat still waiting for him to finish.

"I'm scared too," he confessed.

She let of a sigh. "I know."

"But I'm also excited," he told her.

She squeezed his hand. "If I wasn't so freaked I'd be excited too."

He squeezed her hand back. "I know."

"C.J. is going to kill us," she sighed.

"C.J. would never hurt a pregnant woman," Josh reassured her in an amused tone. "And she can't kill me. I'm going to be a father."

She didn't answer. He had meant to lighten the mood, but he had only made her all the more shocked. He was going to be a father. She was going to be a mother.

She moved herself rising from the couch. "I should go."

"I made coffee," he protested.

She smiled. "I have to go to bed."

"I have a bed," he told her willingly.

She tilted her head. "That's how this whole thing got started."

He smiled and rose to stand with her. "Don't go."

She let out a deep breathe. She took her hand and placed it on his cheek. "How did we get here?"

He stepped in and kissed her. She surrendered herself to him. A soft kiss, a hard kiss, a lover's kiss. Reluctantly he pulled away from her.

"We feel in love," he answered her.