They were both sat at the kitchen table, a plate of eggs and toast in front of them. Josh was taking a sip of coffee when he glanced at Donna doing the same.

"Wait. Aren't you not supposed to have coffee?"

Donna's eyes widened and she spat out the mouthful she had back into the cup.

"Shit. How did you even know that?"

"Margaret ensured that I knew that when she was pregnant last year," Josh explained with a grimace. Donna leaned forward with a groan and put her head in her hands.

"We're so unprepared."

"We got like nine months to figure it out," Josh said unconcerned, returning to the paper he was reading.

"Seven."

"...Okay, seven."

"Stop being so calm about this."

Josh smirked and took a sip of coffee, an insufferable look on his face.

"I'm calling the doctor now," Donna stated, needing to put herself into motion.

"Donna, it's 6 a.m. are they even going to be open yet?" Donna turned, the phone in her hand.

"No," she pouted. She drudged over to the table again and sat down. Her frown deepened when she looked over at Josh who was smirking to himself as he read the paper.

"What."

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"It's nothing!"

Donna threw a piece of toast at him and Josh laughed.

"It's just kinda funny to see you panicking like this."

"Funny how," Donna replied, her voice dangerously low.

"I don't know! You're just always so organized and everything is scheduled four months in advance and now look at you," Josh ended with a smile on his face again.

"Yes, now look at me. Unmarried and pregnant. Whose fault is that, Joshua?"

"Okay, well I was working on the marriage thing at least," Josh replied meekly.

Donna glared at him and walked over to the sink to pour out her cup of coffee.

"Shit," he said aloud suddenly, putting down his mug. Donna leaned against the sink and looked at him.

"What?"

"Mary Marsh."

Donna's eyebrows creased in confusion.

"We're not married yet," Josh explained, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "The right is gonna try and make something out of this."

"Oh, come on," Donna said lightly. Josh gave her a pointed look, eyebrows raised.

"Mary Marsh hates me Donna."

"Well... yeah."

"I don't want this becoming a distraction to the administration"

Donna bristled slightly.

"I don't want to think about Mary Marsh right now."

"I don't EVER want to think about Mary Marsh," Josh replied. "But we might have to."

"We're already engaged, shouldn't that be enough?"

"Probably not for some people," Josh sighed as he started rubbing a hand across his forehead. "They're going to try and score points wherever they can."

"They won't care," Donna started, but Josh cut her off.

"Donna, there hasn't been nearly enough scandal coming out of this White House, they've been waiting for something to sink their teeth into."

"Our baby isn't a scandal, Josh," Donna said coldly. She started to walk towards the stairs.

"Donna-"

But Donna kept walking out of the room. Josh ran a frustrated hand through his hair and blew out a sigh before gathering up the rest of the dishes on the table and depositing them in the sink alongside Donna's.

He found her in their bedroom laying out clothes for the day.

"Look, I'm sorry to bring it up, but it's important. There are going to be ripple effects when this news gets out and as much as I don't understand it or care for it, people are going to care about this."

Their relationship was hardly front-page news anymore, but there was still a keen fascination from the public about their relationship. The President and First Lady having matching his and hers Chief of Staffs was a constant feature in DC gossip columns. Magazines all wanted their attention and Josh and Donna had refused all press inquires. That is until they had passed the education bill they had all worked so hard on for the first year of the administration. Wanting to solidify their win, Josh and Donna appeared together on the cover of Time. They had stood side by side with their arms crossed in matching suits on the cover, Donna leaning her shoulder slightly against Josh. Josh was caught looking down at her with a smirk on his face as she smiled at the camera.

It was hardly their idea. It had been Lou who had badgered them about it for weeks until they finally caved. They did not care for the interview much, neither liked talking about themselves and as much as they tried to lead the questions back to their education plan, they were eventually pressed into releasing some personal details. Josh had spoken about how proud he was of her; Donna spoke about how they always ensure they have date night at least once a week, even if it just meant they curled up on the sofa for a movie. The public had loved it and Lou was smug. And as much as Josh and Donna complained about it, each of them had the cover framed and set up on their office walls.

"Can't we get one day to just enjoy this as just us before we have to start worrying about everyone else?" Donna tossed down her blazer with a little extra force before walking back to the closet. Josh stared at her.

"Sorry," he muttered. "It's my job, y'know? I have to think about this stuff"

"I know," Donna replied softly.

Around 4 p.m., Donna heard a knock at her door before Josh let himself in.

"Hey," he called happily, grinning wide at her.

She smiled back, a little suspicious.

"Hey."

Josh situated himself in one of the visitor chairs opposite Donna's desk.

"How was your day? You feeling okay? How's the uh, how's the baby?"

"Baby's fine. Same as this morning."

"Okay listen," Josh began. Donna leaned forward, both forearms resting on the desk.

"I have an idea."

"Oh god."

"Shut up," Josh laughed.

"Let's get married this weekend."

Donna stared at him, waiting for the punch line.

"Donna?"

"You're serious?"

"Yes...? Are you forgetting we're engaged?"

"Are you forgetting we haven't planned a wedding?"

"Ah," Josh replied. "I have a plan."

"Which is?"

"Let's drive to Maine, to that place you saw in that magazine that you really loved."

"French's Point?"

"Yes!"

"You remembered that?" Donna asked softly.

"Yeah," Josh smiled. "Let's go. Just us, we can avoid all the stress of guest lists and bands and seating arrangements."

Donna smiled, she didn't hate the idea.

"What about our parents?" Josh's smile faltered.

"Mom's gonna be pissed, but I figured we can soften the blow when we tell her there's a baby coming."

"She's going to be so happy," Donna conceded, her chest warmed when she imagined telling Mrs. Lyman the news.

"Yeah, I think she thought she was going to end up grandchild-less until you came around."

"People are going to mad they weren't invited to the wedding, Josh."

"Screw people," Josh replied. He stood up and started gesticulating. "It's our wedding. It's about us, not them. Besides, we both know we've been putting it off because of how long it's going to take to plan. This way we can cut out the hassle and just enjoy each other."

"And avoid a press problem when they find out I'm pregnant?" Donna asked.

Josh smiled innocently.

"I'm not saying it doesn't solve multiple problems. I thought you said you wanted a small wedding," he continued softly.

"That would be nice."

A silence fell over them until Donna asked, "How are you going to get us in this weekend? Isn't this place booked solid for like a year or two?" Josh shrugged smugly, propping his feet on Donna's desk.

"I know a guy." Donna rolled her eyes and reached over to push his feet off the desk.

"You're going to be able to get away for a whole weekend?" Josh's smile faltered slightly.

"I'll make it happen."

"My mom's going to be so pissed."

"Are you saying yes?" Josh leaned forward.

"Maybe," Donna stretched out the syllables of the word.

"Donna!"

She laughed.

"Yes."

Josh's face broke out into a wide grin and he reached over the desk to pull her in hard for a kiss. After they broke apart several seconds later, he turned to leave.

"I've got a meeting, but I'll meet you here after and we'll go home and then drive, okay?"

"Okay," Donna couldn't help the giddy excitement that was building up in her stomach now.

"Don't tell anyone!" Josh said with hands out, he was walking slowly backwards towards the door now.

"Fine."

"This is for the best you know," he said as he reached the door.

"Oh yeah?" Donna replied, seeing the smirk on Josh's face.

"You're not going to be able to fit into a dress soon anyways." He slipped out the door just before the stress ball sitting on Donna's desk would have been nailing him in the forehead.