Discalimer: I own them not. I had a dream where I was in a boxing match for them… but alas… dreams like that rarely come true… let alone me having the ability to win a boxing match.

Author's note: We can almost see the end of the tunnel. Donna is having the babies… she pretty much back to normal… O what a wonderful feeling…

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"Dr. Bartlet, with all due respect shut up!" Donna shouted in the middle a strong contraction.

Abbey Bartlet was taken aback but knew from experience how Donna must feel.

"I'm sorry Donna," she began to reply. "I know what you're going through."

"No you don't!" Donna replied drastically quiet but extremely vicious. "I don't think you know what it's like to have three babies at once, to have the father panicking on the other side of the country, and to top it off a slew of reporters waiting in the lobby."

She was a woman crazed with pain, rage and motherhood. Logic was momentary, and came in short intervals.

Suddenly Donna regained herself. "I'm sorry M'am. I just... I expected this to be different... I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright Donna," Abbey said giving her some crushed ice.

Donna felt like crying, she also felt like hitting someone. She wasn't sure which she would do first. She was pretty sure hitting the First Lady was out of the question. "Where the hell is Josh?"

She knew where he was and it was at least the twelfth time she had asked the question. She had been able to talk to him on the phone all the way to the hospital but someone had taken the phone from her and she had never gotten it back.

Abbey had been trying to get Josh back on the phone for an hour. Being the First Lady she wasn't accustomed to waiting.

The phone line never came. The doctor came into the room.

"So who's ready to have a baby?"

Donna looked horrifically at him. "I don't think I am."

"Well you'll be having two."

Donna's eyes glazed over. "No"

"Yes," the doctor told her. "And pretty soon."

Donna grabbed the First Lady's arm. "We've only been here for fifteen minutes." The First Lady didn't know what to say. She was about to attempt a remark of doctoral comfort when Donna began to panic. "I can't have the babies now."

"Donna honey."

"I can't do this," she said almost ready to cry. "There's no way I can have a baby. I can't have three babies. No, no...no no no."

"Donna..." Abbey began.

"No." Donna told her.

"Donna," she said now with more authority. "You are going to have these babies. Then Josh is going to come and see you and see them. Then you can go home and get married or whatever you need to do."

"Married. See I should do that before I have babies," Donna blurted. "I can't have the babies now. I'm not supposed to have the babies for another two weeks." She began to cry. "I can't do this. I can't. I just can't." Her eyes were filled with water and she was loudly trying to get her point across through sniffles and a tightened throat.

"Donna you have to push now," came the urgent words of the doctor.

"I can't do this," she cried.

The First Lady grabbed Donna's hand. "Donna!"

Donna looked at her and stopped crying.

"Push!"

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Josh ran into the room, breathing heavy enough to have run all the way from California. It took him a moment to realize that he had gone to the wrong room. Three women were lying in beds with their husbands by their sides.

"Uh sorry," Josh muttered and went back through the door. He ran back to the nurse's station. "I'm looking for Donnatella Moss," he addressed one of the nurses nervously but in a definite and calm tone.

"Josh!" a familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned and met the First Lady's open arms. She let him embrace her for a few seconds before asking in a pleading tone. "Where's Donna?"

"She's resting," she answered him.

Josh smiled, and began to walk with her towards Donna's room. "How's she doing?"

"Umm…" she wasn't sure how to describe it. "She's been a bit…"

"What!" Josh asked panicking again. "She's okay right? The babies are fine?"

"Yes, yes," she answered quickly. "Donna's just been a little…"

"A little what?" Josh pressed for an answer.

Abbey tilted her head searching for the right words. "She's been acting a little crazy." It was a kind understatement.

"That's nothing new," Josh remarked with a smile. "You actually had me worried for a moment."

The First Lady just sighed. She turned and opened a door for Josh. Donna was sitting in bed with two little babies surrounding her.

She was talking with them.

"How are you guys feeling?" she asked them. "You're daddy should be here soon. He's nice… you'll like him. He can be a little annoying, but I'll teach you how to deal with him." She patted them on their heads. "You're so tiny."

"Donna?" Josh said entering the room. He was star struck. Never had she looked so beautiful. Surrounding with her children, their children. Smiling, and glowing he knew he'd never be able to forget how much she meant to him.

She looked up at him. She nearly jumped out of the bed. "Josh!"

He smiled and came to her side. He kissed her forehead. She held onto him tight, with the weak grip of a woman who had just given birth to three infants. She felt relief wash over her. One of those births had been extra painful, but somehow Donna was managing to block that feeling. Josh was here; she was a mother, nothing could go wrong.

The First Lady smiled and backed out of the room. True happiness was a keen gift, something one rarely gets to witness. She was glad she just had.

"Who do we have here?' Josh asked looking at his babies. They were lying down in front of her, sleeping.

"Josh Lyman," Donna said. "Meet your children."

"A boy and a girl?" Josh asked looking at their hats.

She nodded. "Aren't they perfect?"

He sat down on the bed beside her. "That they are."

Donna sat up a little straighter. She looked about the room. "We had another little boy." She looked nervous suddenly. "Where did they take him?"

Josh stared at her for a moment not sure if she was joking or if she had actually flipped her lid. Either way it wasn't good. "Donna are you…"

"So," Donna began stopping Josh from asking whatever he wanted to know. "I didn't name them officially but I was thinking how about Thor, Titus and Xena?"

"What kind of drugs do they have you on?" Josh asked with a smile.

She hit his arm.

"Ow."

She laughed. "Shh you'll wake them."

"I was thinking of some names on the plane," Josh said. He reached into his breast pocket and removed a napkin. The once white napkin could now be described as totally black and blue. Josh had assaulted it with pens. He handed it to Donna.

"Josh," she said looking at it with curiosity.

"I had to do something to stop from going crazy," he told her honestly.

She looked at him. "I talked to you on the phone you'd already reached crazy."

"Hey," Josh protested. "The rumors around here have it that you're not completely with it."

She looked away feeling a little guilty. "Well…"

"What did you do?" Josh asked amused. "You weren't throwing things at the nurses, were you?"

She didn't look at him. She bent over her babies rubbing their foreheads. "See you have to take into account that I had just gone through labour…. I wasn't… I haven't been in the right state of mind to deal with…"

"People," Josh finished for her.

"I was yelling at the First Lady," she began.

"You yelled at the First Lady!" Josh said surprised but obviously amused.

"That's not all," she said turning to look at him. "See I wanted to wait until you were here… I was hysterical… I think I swore at the doctor a few times… But I pushed… I remember pushing… and then some not pushing… and pain… and… See babies..."

She pointed to the two children on the bed averting her eyesight back to them. "And see the thing is…"

There was a pause that only troubled Josh more.

"The thing is?" he asked.

"Well when I had the babies…. They wanted to take them somewhere…. And well…"

"You became a crazed mother?" Josh asked realizing she had probably thrown something at the nurses.

She just shrugged. She finally felt tired. She felt the need to let go. Her babies were safe now. They're daddy was here. She could sleep. She could rest. Everything was okay.

She grabbed Josh's shirt. "I'm glad you're here."

He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not going anywhere."