Disclaimer: I own them not… ohhh the pain… yes the pain.

Author's Note: Sorry I didn't update sooner. I'm sad. But sooo sooo soo Happy. Right I shouldn't spoil it but watch March 12 you will be happy. Happy.

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His phone rang, and he automatically picked it up. "Josh Lyman."

"What the hell have you been doing!"

He paused for a moment, his ear being blasted by the yelling coming from the other end. "And how are you feeling Donna?"

"Josh?" she paused angry but waiting for an explanation.

"What?" he said in a jesting tone. He was nearly laughing.

She couldn't see the humour in the situation. "You really don't want to force me to come down there."

"What are you talking about?" he asked not paying much attention to what she had said.

She let a tempered sigh escape. "Josh I really couldn't care less if you are mad or even frustrated at whatever the hell you are angry at. Be angry with me. Be angry at whomever the hell you want. But you cannot lash out at the people you work with. If you do you are going to get fired pretty fast."

His mind popped into place when he realized what she was telling him. "Oh you're talking about this morning. How did you find out about that?"

"There are plenty of people there who like me a lot more than you," she told him. Then paused. "What did you do?"

"Well..." he didn't want to tell her.

She sighed. "You have a meeting in five minutes. Just talk to me when you get home. Okay?"

"How do you know that?"

"What?"

"That I have a meeting in five minutes?"

"Josh!"

"Okay, okay," he said. He riffled through some files. "We can continue whatever argument it is we are having later?"

"Yes."

"Love you," he told her slowly pausing and nearly embracing the phone waiting for her response.

"I love you too," she told him quickly. "Now go."

He hung up. Sure he was upset with all his colleagues, all his friends, a little angry with Donna and a hell of a lot more angry with himself. But she loved him, so he couldn't help but smile.

"Josh?" she said when she heard the front door. "Is that you?" She heard footsteps slowly patter. She got up. "Josh?" She heard the front door slam shut. "Josh?" she said a little louder.

She found him standing at the doorway. She didn't know what to say. When she saw the look on his face she couldn't help but believe he was in this much pain. She only wanted him to be happy.

"Josh?" she approached him slowly. He didn't move. She placed a hand at his elbow and put her arm around his back. "What's going on, Josh?"

He turned his head then and looked at her. "Hello." His words were so slow she wasn't even sure he had spoken. "Donna." She stared at him for a moment. She couldn't be sure but he might be drunk.

"Josh are you drunk?"

"Hmm?" he mumbled slowly.

"Are you drunk?"

He looked at her a little offended. Then his look softened. "I wish I were."

She took off his jacket and she walked him over to the couch. He was reaching for the remote when she grabbed his hand.

"Josh what happened today?"

He didn't look at her. "Donna I just... I don't know..."

"Why did you blow up at Leo?" she asked him.

He didn't move. "I was just upset. That's all. I mean... everyone just..."

"Josh," she reached and pulled his face so she could see his eyes. "They are doing their jobs. You knew this would happen. I knew this would happen. If you are angry with me than say it. If you want to have a fight with me then fight with me. But you are only going to throw fuel to fire if you get angry with them for doing their jobs."

He stared into her eyes. He saw pain. He saw agony. There were things within her eyes that she had never told him, that she had never even expressed. "Donna if we are going to do this together... we have to stop caring what they are going to think."

She turned then. "Josh we have to care. That's just how it goes."

"No."

She looked at him then. "No?"

"How can you tell me not to get mad with them when all you do is sit here and stay angry? You tell me that I have to let them do their jobs when I watch every day as you fall further into depression because you can't say you're mad. If you want me to forget why I'm mad at them you have to stop arranging life around what they might think." He was bold. he didn't let her look away. He wanted to get his point across. He knew it was dangerous.

"Well then," she got up off the couch. She mumbled something inaudible as she ventured back to the bedroom.

He managed to get enough courage to follow her. "Donna."

"You know what Josh I don't think this is the best time to start whining," she warned him. She began to look through her dresser.

"Why are you so angry?"

"I'm not angry," she defied in her gentle voice. "You're probably right. I'm just saying that..."

"Saying what?"

"Never mind," she said as she looked through the closet. "I do care what other people think. But not for the reasons you do."

He looked at her, not exactly sure what she was rummaging for.

"You care what those people think because you have something to prove to them," she told him, looking from hanger to hanger. "When you yelled at Leo it wasn't because I had said you shouldn't go to the pre-natal classes... no you had something to prove to him. You wanted to prove that you should go... that you had a right to go... you want to prove to the world that your life is none of their business... And that is extremely dangerous."

He looked at her, crazed. Calmly he asked. "And you?"

"Hmm?" she asked not paying that much attention to him, a little confused.

"You care what other people think because...?"

She turned to look at him for a moment before swinging her head and body in remembrance as she walked past him to the front closet. "I care what other people think," she said as she walked. "Because I don't want to screw this up. I don't want you to lose your job... and I don't want anyone to get ambushed with P.R. problems from the Right... or anywhere else for that matter"

"So you're saying," he remarked as he followed. "That I care what other people think because I have something to prove in my egotistical arrogant way and that you care what other people think because in your selfless gracious way you can't bear to see others get hurt."

She pulled open the doors and pulled out a large box. "Pretty much, yes." She opened it and began to throw different articles of clothing around.

"Well that's complete Bull Shit and what the hell are you doing?" he finally asked.

She looked up at him. "I'm just looking for something."

He got down on his knees so he was on the same level as her. "Donna, it feels like everything that could go wrong has... and that we... we'll never be allowed to..."

"Stop talking like that," she warned him. "We are extremely lucky... And if you want to deal with you're anger... or ego for that matter... wait until you get home... believe you and me I have no problem dealing with you when you're riled up." She smiled and bit her lower lip, keeping her eyes on the boxes.

He looked back at her and laughed. "What about you?"

She began to dig through the box once more. "I think I have proved on more than one occasion that I have no problem getting angry with you."

He wanted to smile. But he had looked into her eyes and he had seen such agony. She was holding back. It wasn't that she couldn't yell or fight, she couldn't tell him why. She kept that locked up.

"You know it's only going to get worse."

She sighed. "Are you going to be there with me?"

He smiled then. He gently took her hand as it looked through the box. "Yes."

She meet his eyes, she felt a little teary eyed. "Then I'll be fine." As she turned her eyes back into the box she found what she was looking for. "Aha!"

She pulled out a pair of booties, small white booties.

"I bought these a few weeks ago," she told him, staring at the things in her hands. "When we first found out I don't know why... I just bought them."

He looked at them, then back at her.

"This is what I am thinking of," she told him. "Everyday this is what I am thinking of."

"A pair of socks?"

She hit his arm. "Josh," she whined.

He laughed.

"I'm thinking of three little babies, and six little feet, and thirty little toes."

"And three little pairs of booties."

She smiled at his sentiment. "So when you say things like if we are going to do this... or that I arrange life around what they think... I just can't help but think of how wrong you are."

He leaned over and softly kissed her. "Thank you."

She laughed and rubbed her nose against his. "So you won't yell at Leo anymore?"

"Are you trying to ruin all my fun?" he laughed.

"You won't yell at Leo because of us?" she pleaded.

He nodded. He kissed her again. He loved her.