Note to self. Do not tell Donna that you are excited to see what she'll look like fat.

Turns out that there isn't even a maternity store in Georgetown anyway. But the ladies at Loft have improvised a fake tummy and Donna is standing in front of me in a cute dress looking pregnant. I can't stop smiling.

"Yes! Let's buy this one for sure!"

"Josh, you've said that about everything I've tried on so far."

"Yeah? Well, you look fantastic!"

The sales ladies seem to think I'm the greatest, but Donna actually doesn't look pleased, maybe it's got to do with the fat comment? She doesn't look fat, she looks really cute. I'm so excited to see her baby bump for real. I can't even begin to describe how I feel about the fact that she's got my baby in there. But right now, I need to figure out what's wrong with Donna.

"What's the matter, baby?" I walk up and wrap her in my arms.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm ready to buy a whole new wardrobe. I'm not even really showing yet."

"Okay." I want her to feel good about herself. This is supposed to be fun. But I would also like her to get something comfortable to wear to work. This pregnancy has already been hard enough. There is no reason for her to try to squeeze into pants that are too tight.

"Well, why don't you get those black pants, and that stretchy dress. That'll give you a couple pieces to work with and you can get more later if you want."

"Okay." She gives me a kiss. "Thanks."

I still don't know what was wrong, so I don't know if I fixed it. But she seems in a better mood. So maybe a little banter will keep things moving in the right direction.

"Anytime." I lean down and whisper in her ear, " You know I think when we get home I need to examine every inch of you to see exactly what's changed in the last 24 hours."

She perks up. "Okay, but I think you have to buy me dinner first."

It's only about 4 o'clock but if she's happily talking about eating, then I'm ready now too. "Wisemiller's Deli?"

"Yep."

"You got it baby. Should we stop on the way home and pick it up or just have it delivered later?"

"Let's get it now. Then we don't have to answer the door later. We might even be able to get a head start on Naked Sunday."

Well, I'd say things are definitely moving in the right direction. We're so close to home we could actually walk to the deli and avoid any chance of car sickness.

As soon as the sales clerk finishes ringing us up and I sign the receipt, I turn to Donna.

"So do you want to walk to the deli?"

"Yes, that's a good idea. I feel like I've just been laying around forever. It'll be good to get out and get some fresh air."

I'm glad Phil and Jackie are on duty right now. They are the best at going with the flow and really the most personable of our agents. When I tell Phil our plan he just says "of course, no problem."

The car creeps along beside us as we walk, but still this is nice. Donna's smiling and holding my hand. Life is good.

"God, I love you so much!" I tell her, planting a kiss on her as we walk.

"So while I was watching that terrible movie, I was thinking about names again." Donna starts out.

"Oh yeah? What did you come up with?"

"What do you think of Jamie for a girl? It's close to Joanie and sort of naming her after my Dad too. Which might make my Mother happy even if it's not the Italian thing."

"Jamie sounds too much like Amy."

"Good point. What about Josie?"

"Reminds me of Leo McGarry's sister."

"Janie?"

She looks a little discouraged. Maybe I'm shooting these down too fast. But I'm sensing a theme here and I really don't want anything that sounds like Joanie. Besides I already have my favorite girl's name. I just have to bring Donna around to it.

"What's that short for? Janel? I do like Janel. But I think Nelly is a cuter nickname."

She wrinkles her nose at that. Maybe I should make some other suggestions.

"How about Valentina?" I offer.

"You're kidding right? Please tell me you are just kidding."

"I'm just kidding."

The guy at the deli laughs at me as I pay for dinner. I bet he thinks I'm whipped. He's right, I am. But I really was just kidding about Valentina. And it made Donna laugh so it worked.

"How about Francesca?"

"Frankie? No thanks."

"Aurora?"

"Like sleeping beauty?"

"Okay. I didn't make that connection. I just thought it was pretty."

"I think we really need to get away from the names ending in the "ah" sound. I think you're channeling my Mother." Donna announces as we walk through the doors of the Brownstone.

"I'm not. I just really do like your name. I want to find something like Donnatella to name our daughter. It's soft and pretty. I like how it rolls off my tongue."

"Oh." Donna says softly. "That's very sweet."

"And I like that it's unique. I don't want there to be fourteen girls with the same name as the little Bean in her kindergarten class."

"Okay. You can put Aurora on the list."

I take the list off the fridge so I can add "Aurora," smiling to myself as I read my favorite name above it. Leonora. It's just perfect. But maybe I should add one of Donna's ideas too?

"Do you want me to add Josie to the list?"

"Does it really remind you of Leo McGarry's sister?"

"Yeah."

"Then no."

I put the list back on the fridge, and put the food inside. The nice thing about cold sandwiches for dinner is that we can wait. Maybe work up an appetite first.

When I walk into the bedroom, I find Donna laying naked on the bed. I love it when we are in sync.

"You said something about examining every inch of my body earlier?" She says in a husky voice.

"Yes! I did."

Where should I start? The top of her head or the bottom of her feet?

"Hold on a second." I hear a little huff from her as I leave the room. She claims to be the patient one, but she isn't always.

I walk back into the room holding a jar of lotion. "Is this scent okay for you right now?"

She smiles brightly at me. "A massage? Yes, that's a good one."

I contemplate whether to get completely undressed myself. I want to take my time with the massage and both of us naked is less conducive to going slow. But I am ready to ditch the jeans. So I take them off and sit down on the end of the bed. As I pick up one of her slender feet she starts giggling.

"That's a good look on you." Donna gestures at my sweater and boxer shorts combo.

"You're just a mouth full of wiseass. Do you think that's a good idea right now?" I ask tickling the bottom of her foot. She shrieks a little and tries to pull it back but I've got a good hold on it so I give her a little more punishment, watching her squirm and giggle while I tickle.

"Okay, I give." She pants, after a few minutes of the tickling, grinning at me. Her whole body is flushed. Oh my god, she's so beautiful.

"So you want to try again on the comment about my clothing?" I ask her playfully.

"You are a handsome and powerful man no matter what you are wearing."

She smiles slightly, giving me a smoldering look. I'm close to skipping the massage and just jumping her right now. But good things come to those that wait.

I smile back at her and start to rub her foot. She sighs softly and settles back against the pillows.

I rub her foot in silence for a few minutes, before switching to the other one. I love all the words we share, but I also cherish the moments like this. For so many years, we had to use words because we were limited in the amount of touching we could do. Now that I can touch her as much as I want, I don't need quite as many words.

I finally break the silence to ask- "Are you warm enough?" As much as I love looking at her naked body, I don't want her to be chilly.

"I'm okay." She says immediately, but I notice that her nipples are tightly puckered and she has goosebumps on her arms. I'm not sure if that's just arousal or if she's cold and not telling me, so I'm not going to take any chances.

I place a gentle kiss on her stomach. There's no bump yet, but it's not completely flat anymore either.

"Roll on to your stomach." I instruct her in my no-nonsense voice. I know telling her what to do in that tone of voice will turn her on, plus that will give a chance for her front to warm up while I massage her back. When she rolls over, I'm rewarded with a very nice view of her magnifcant ass. I can't help but rub it lightly first, then moving up her back to her shoulders. I really am checking out every inch of her body looking for the subtle changes.

Her hips might be slightly wider, and perhaps her waist is a little thicker, but really, it's hard to tell. I run my hands over her calves and up the backs of her thighs firmly massaging her muscles. Eventually, she parts her legs even further with a little moan. I know where she's dying for me to touch her.

"Getting impatient?" I chuckle.

"Josh . . . come on." She whines.

I smirk to myself then lean down and use my no nonsense voice again to whisper "Are you sure you want to be whining, while your bare ass is right here?" I rub it lightly again, "I still haven't given you a spanking." She looks back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are absolutely burning with desire.

Alright, then. I've about run out of patience too. And, I'm certainly not going to spank her. There are much better ways to touch her.

Later she's laying in my arms, with her head on my chest. I'm running my hand over her hair.

Donna looks up at me, she's grinning and her eyes shining. "God, that was amazing. You are the best."

It's her. Doesn't she know that? It was never like this with anyone else.

"I love you." I tell her simply. Maybe that is the difference. I never feel like I'm just going through the motions with her.

"I'm kind of hungry." Donna says softly. Well that's music to my ears.

"Let's eat."

She gets up, snatches my boxers and puts them on. Naked Donna is amazing but something about seeing her like that is so much more profound. It's more than just a turn on, it feels right. She can have everything I own. I wouldn't withhold anything from her. She belongs here. In my bed and in my clothes. Great, now I'm thinking poetically about my boxers! I wonder if I can blame pregnancy hormones too?

I grab a fresh pair out of the drawer and join her in the kitchen. I definitely worked up an appetite. When I get there Donna has everything laid out on the table and is sitting there half naked. Great food and a great view. What more could a guy want?

Not long after dinner, we're back in bed. I know she's going to end up falling asleep before I do, so this is a good place to read. I've got some memos and Donna's looking over the baby name book again.

"Jack!" She suddenly shouts enthusiastically, looking up at me.

I stare at her a minute trying to decide if she's serious. It looks like she is.

"I'd rather not name my son after your Ex-boyfriend."

"Oh. I forgot about him. I was thinking about JFK."

She looks appropriately sheepish. She forgot about him. Let's keep it that way. I lean over and give her a long kiss.

When I'm done, I go back to reading my briefing memo. But a second later, she drops the book, pulls the memo out of my hands, and rolls on top of me. She's kissing me aggressively as her hand slides into my boxers. God. I love these second trimester hormones.