Disclaimer: I own them not. But my fight goes on… I shall win them one day… YOU'LL SEE… YOU'LL ALL SEE….. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Author's note: I update.

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About thirty minutes after he arrived, Josh emerged from the room. The First Lady was sitting outside waiting.

"Josh?" her voice sounded.

"She's asleep," he said pointing over his shoulder to the room.

"Thank god," she remarked.

Josh smiled. "Did the nurses want to look at the babies or can they…?"

"She hasn't let anyone near them," Abbey told him.

"How did they get the other…" Josh began to ask.

"They had to wait until she dosed off for a while." Abbey muttered something under her breath. "They were quick but not quick enough." Abbey pointed to a nurse walking down the hall. She had a bandage on her head. "She gave that poor girl four stitches."

"How?" Josh said more amused than shocked.

"She threw a lamp." Abbey shook her head. "If you'd noticed most of the things in Donna's room have either been removed or pushed to the other side."

Josh shook his head. So Motherhood had made Donna crazy…er. He wasn't sure what he thought of that yet. "Can I see him?" Josh asked, meaning the other baby.

Abbey gently put a hand on his shoulder. "Not quite yet. Enjoy your other two for the moment."

"Aren't they perfect?" Josh asked her.

Abbey smiled and nodded. "Yes they are."

"Do you want to…" he paused, only for a moment to think. "Do you want to hold them?"

"I'd love to," Abbey answered him.

They backed into the room. The two babies were in little baby trolleys. Their mother was sleeping in the bed beside them.

"Are you sure she's asleep?" Abbey whispered almost in fear.

Josh nodded.

Josh picked up his little boy and handed him to the First Lady. She turned to mush. She was making faces and "owing" and "awing".

Josh then picked up his little.

"Holding one at a time isn't so hard," Josh told her. "But I haven't tried two yet."

Abbey smiled. "That's why they have two parents."

Josh nodded. There was a silence in the air. One that was very calming compared to the hectic day he'd had.

"Do they have names?"

Josh just shook his head. "Donna wanted Thor, Titus and Xena, but I talked her down."

Abbey smiled and rocked the baby back and forth. "They're beautiful."

Suddenly Josh's little girl let out a soft whimper. "Shhh..." Josh whispered softly, but it was too late.

Donna woke up. She looked around the room. "What are you doing!" she yelled. "Put them down."

"Donna will you calm down," Josh protested.

"I… What are you doing?"

He put the baby down and looked at the First Lady. He rolled his eyes, as to let her know everything was already but still crazy. Josh joined Donna on the bed.

"Donnatella Moss," he mumbled.

She wasn't looking at him. She was leaning over looking at her babies. "Where's Titus?"

Josh grabbed her chin and forced her to look in his eyes. "Donna will you please calm down."

She let out a deep breath. "There my babies."

He nodded. "They will be looked after."

"But I…"

"You need to sleep," he answered before she could finish.

She didn't want to protest. "Fine just make sure the First Lady doesn't try to steal them."

Josh tried not to flinch at her remark. "Why would she steal them?"

"She's been trying all day," she told him seriously. "I don't trust her."

Josh didn't know what to say. "Go to sleep."

She lent back down on the bed and closed her eyes. Moments later her breath was shallow.

"Okay," Josh said looking at the First Lady cautiously hidden behind him. She looked scared. "We have got to get these babies out of here," he whispered to her urgently.

If the babies stayed in the room Donna wouldn't sleep, or eat, or return to normality. For the safety of everyone in the hospital he thought it was best that the children be removed for the time being.

Abbey put the baby down with the others. "I'll go find someone," she whispered.

Josh, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed with Donna, turned so he could see Donna's face. He heard the door close behind him.

Donna looked tired. His angel was resting. He was happy to know she had fought through pain to be loving, however neurotically. He was sitting with his family. And suddenly it hit him.

What great new things he had yet to discover? He had a family. His life was so clearly defined, and yet so clearly unexplored. He faced the unpredictable, and the terrifying all at once. He was going to face the life, and love. Everyday he spent next to her made him think he could never feel this happy again.

"Donnatella Moss," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "I love every crazy bit of you."