I don't know who thought going to our first therapy appointment just hours before we went to Switzerland was a good idea, but they're an idiot. It's me. I'm the idiot. I didn't factor that sometimes the therapist unleashes a lot of feelings and then just sends you on your way when tensions are high. Donna let a cat out of the bag right before the therapist called the end of the session and said we would get into that next time. Donna admitted that she had a fear that I only made an effort to fix things with her, because of the miscarriage. She didn't know that without it, I would have tried as hard. When I really think about it, I think it's a valid concern to have. Nobody could have predicted that when I broke up with her, that the dominoes would keep falling. Except, I knew I wanted her back the moment I let her go. There was a void in my world the moment I said the words and left her in our apartment that day. I kept telling myself that losing her was protecting the both of us. Then each time I would see her even for a split second, this need to be with her and see her and fix things kept growing. The woman I held the night I lost Leo McGary and told me about my father was the only one who kept me grounded. The only woman I wanted to hold even in our darkest moments.

I didn't fix things with her, just because of the miscarriage and it wasn't the only catalyst in pushing me to do so. When it came up in therapy and then we were just left to board a flight together for over eight hours. Thank God we had to focus on world peace and that would prevent us from fighting post appointment. Or maybe we should have been fighting. I don't know. The therapist didn't give us much instruction and business had to become center stage. Now, I'm returning to my hotel room and I don't even know if she's going to use her key to stay in mine or go back to the one that was booked for her. That question is quickly answered when I enter the hotel room and hear the shower running. I assume it isn't the President deciding to stop by and that Donna has in fact decided she wants to share a room tonight. That's a bit of a relief.

I pull at my necktie and toss it on the light finished desk, before I walk to the bathroom and put my hand on the doorknob. Donna didn't lock it and I start to walk away from it, beginning to unbutton the top of my shirt, but then I back up after the second or third button. I opt to open the door and pop my head in. "Donna?"

"No, it's the guy from the front desk." She says sarcastically and I can't help but smile at her ability to be quick and unphased. "Will you grab my body wash from the bag by the sink?"

"Yeah." I bite my lip, walking over to the counter. There are two sinks in this bathroom and she's placed her bright pink makeup bag on the side opposite of where she put my Dopp kit. I smile at the fact that she dug my kit out of my luggage and already sat it by the sink. I grab the small orange bottle marked for body wash and take it back to the shower, pulling the curtain back. Donna holds her hand out, looking a little annoyed as she takes it from my hand. "I need to shower too."

"I won't use all the hot water." She retorts quietly, her fingers entangling in her hair after she puts the body wash on the ledge. I stare at her naked body for a moment, the beads of water falling down her light skin. I go ahead and begin to unbutton my shirt, pulling it off my arms as she closes the curtain again. I need to shower. I pull my undershirt off, before moving to my belt. The sound of the shower fills the bathroom as I finish undressing, pulling back the curtain again but this time startling Donna a bit. "What are you doing?"

"I'm showering with you." I weakly smile as I step in, moving in the direct line of the shower water. I worry for a moment that she's going to kick me out, but instead she reaches for the shampoo and hands me a bottle. True Donna fashion, it's a small bottle she brought and not the one the hotel supplies. Still, she'll steal the bottles on the way out of town. "You know, you shouldn't look this good after a long flight and meetings all day."

"I'm exhausted." She follows, reaching for her body wash. I hold my hand out for some, but she just hands me the bottle of conditioner instead. "Your hair looks better when you condition it."

"Real men don't condition their hair." I wince.

"Good for you for finally taking a stand for masculinity." She teases, taking the bottle from my hand and squirting the product into her hands, putting the body wash to the side again. "Give me your head."

"Donna…" I start to argue as she begins massaging the conditioner into my head, but the words leave me. "I can't keep up. Are we fighting or not?"

"Josh…" She groans, her fingers working on my scalp. "We're not fighting. We're going through stuff, but we're not fighting."

"I just thought maybe we were fighting, because you didn't talk to me much after we met with Dr. Powell." I say as she pushes me back under the water and I let the water wash out the conditioner. "You're not mad?"

"Not mad." She answers, finally picking up the body wash again and I steal the bottle from her hands. She gives me a look, but I think sometimes she admires my boldness. I instead pour some of it into my hand, then hand her the bottle before I urge her to turn around and start massaging it into her shoulders. "I just…you understand how I can worry that the only real reason you came around was because of the whole miscarriage thing?"

"I do. Of course I do. " I confirm, rubbing the scented body wash down her arms before stopping and pulling my hands away, because I realize my mind has changed. It doesn't make sense to me. "No. Actually I don't."

"Really?" Donna turns around and a look of concern comes over her face. "You don't understand?"

"No, I don't anymore and here is why." I start, rubbing her arms as the water drips over us. "I let a lot get to me that day on top of all the fear I felt about what could go wrong with us, but the miscarriage was just a coincidence of terrible timing."

"Josh…" She begins as I place a kiss to the back of her neck.

"Donna. Just follow me on this." I cut her off, reaching for more body wash, before massaging it into her hands. "I told you, I was trying to work on fixing things before the miscarriage, but if you want to know to know if I felt a sense of urgency to do so, then yes. It became pressing, because I saw the love of my life, completely destroyed and I couldn't fuck around. You became more pressing to me than letting my ego adjust to admitting I needed help."

"Your ego?" She tilts her head and looks up at me with those baby blues I love so much.

"Donna, I would have fixed it either way and maybe it would have taken me a little longer to get it together. I just moved faster, because seeing you in that moment was hands down the worst moment of my life." I admit, trying to push the events of that night from my head. I've had a lot of bad moments, but seeing her cry herself to sleep as her pain she felt physically and emotionally was enough to send me to my grave. "I made a lot of mistakes, but the one I wasn't going to make was letting the mother of my child down in the days of the aftermath of losing that child. ."

"Josh." She breathes, pressing a hand to my face. She then looks down, swaying her head as she has an internal argument with herself, before looking back up at me. "I know that it was….I get that…you…I wasn't…"

"Donna." I whisper, wiping some of the water away from under her eyes as she battles with what she is trying to say. She lets out a frustrated sigh, before grabbing my face and kissing me, my body stumbling into the tile wall. "Donna…"

"Don't trip." She moans between kisses, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Donna." I say again, this time pushing her away slightly. Enough to stop the kiss, but wrapping my arms around her to keep her close. "One does not negate the other. I know that, but you're my home. I was a fool. Not just a big fool, because god…look at you. You're like a goddess and a pinup and your brain is…wow. As insane as your body is, your brain is even sexier and if you compile..."

"Josh…" She interrupts me, reminding me to stay on track.

"Okay…focusing. I was worse than a fool, because I was a jackass to make you feel anything other than at home. You belong in our apartment and you belong with me. Our child belonged with us and that…the point is the one thing I won't do is let that baby's mother feel unimportant again." I speak steadily, not wanting to waver. I am doing my best to fix it and I want her to know the truth of how I feel. "Not when I know she's the most important person in my life. I don't know that there is anything I can ever do to make you feel confident in why I chose to fix things, but what I can do is never let you or our baby down again. The universe or the Gods tossed this hurdle at us and I can't stress enough that you are everything to me, Donnatella."

"I am?" She quizzes, biting her smile back. She's still playing tough and I don't blame her.

"You are. And when we have a baby, you'll both be everything to me." I reply, kissing her softly, before pulling my lips away again. "Donna, when you were in my office the night of the Yo-Yo Ma event at the Kennedy Center, you were wearing that dress and I was losing my mind. I remember I couldn't stop touching you and you kept pushing my hand away. All I could think about was I needed to get it together, because I was insane to have done what I did. When I thought you tried to add the two million to our bill and I saw you that morning, everything felt off. I talked to Helen and we both knew I needed to fix it with you. But again, that blue dress…"

"You were very handsy." She reminds me, turning the water off and reaching for a towel.

"I tend to get very handsy." I confirm, stepping out of the shower as she hands me a towel. Donna wraps the terry cloth over her body as I wrap it around my waist. "Donna, I'll go to therapy until the day we die if it makes you happy and feel better. I just need you to know that I was ready to fix things before the miscarriage happened. Did I put a rush on it? Yes, because I needed to take care of you. I needed you to know that I could take care of you."

"I know you can take care of me." She counters, walking to her suitcase and opening the top of it. "You've taken care of me when I'm sick…hurt…upset….and I take care of you. It's what we do best."

"I think there are quite a few things we do best." I speak, standing behind her as she digs through her suitcase. "We happen to work very well together."

"That we do." She smiles, turning around to face me with her pajamas in hand. "We do a lot of things very well together, including catching up on sleep."

"We're still working through things?" I quiz with disappointment in my voice. I want to hammer home just how much I fixed things out of my undying love for her.

"Yes." She says, before placing hands on her hips. "But if you must know, I do feel really important to you. I thought about something the therapist said this morning and it's been kind of sticking with me."

"What is that?" I inquire, biting my lips to keep from trying to kiss her always appetizing lips. Sometimes it really stuns me how perfectly plump and pink they are.

"Well it was a couple of things. She said none of this is about you and I being at odds." Donna explains, backing up from me as she walks to my suitcase, tossing me a pair of my boxers. "We have to view it as being you and I against the problems. Then we should decide if we want to be happy or if we want to be right and that got me thinking."

"And we both like being right?" I tease and she rolls her eyes. I drop the smile, and assure her there won't be any jokes. "Okay, I'm listening."

"You and I love to be right, but what the hell are we fighting over?" She shrugs, falling sitting back on the bed. "We're fighting over throw pillows and candles and work schedules. All of the things that would still exist whether we loved each other or not."

"Okay…"

"The point is that I don't want to keep fighting over whether or not you might have tried to really fix things, because the point is that you did and you could have just been stubborn and let us die old and alone." She blurts out, before dropping her shoulders. "And I would have been alone, because no matter what man would have asked me out…he wouldn't have been you. I want to fight with you, because we're fighting to be stronger, not…I want us to fight for each other."

"Yeah?" I smile, sitting next to her on the bed. "

"Yeah." She answers, a small smile forming on her lips as she shifts on the bed to face me. "I want to be on the same side when we're facing problems and I want us to grow old and die together."

"You can be really morbid sometimes, you know that?" I smile, pushing her hair behind her ears before giving in and pressing my lips against hers.

"Josh…" She warns.

"God I love you." I chuckle, before deepening the kiss. She's right. We should always be on the same side and the fight. She's worth the fight. I want her to know she's worth it. "Donna, I'm never not going to fight for you. I was a little late on it a few times, but I'm always going to fight. You're the most insane person I've ever met."

"I am?" She smiles proudly against my lips.

"Insane…incredible…intoxicating." I breathe, pushing her back and crawling on top of her. "Intuitive, Irresistible…Intriguing…"

"Now you're just naming words that begin with the letter 'I'." She giggles, placing her hands on my chest. Her cheeks are darkening as she laughs, the beautiful pink turning more to a shade of red. Infectious. Her smile and giggle are infectious. She stops laughing for a moment, looking up at me and taking a deep breath. I can tell she's thinking hard about what she wants to say next and "You're my home."

"I'm your home." I speak softly, before deciding that I am going to make love to her tonight. As tired as we are, I need her and I need her to know I see her. She will never question anything again, because I refuse to let this woman who has never given up on me go. She nursed me back to health, took my calls and defended me. I'll insist therapy continues for a while, because I don't want this to pass. I don't want her to worry about my mind changing or the fight re-ignting itself. I don't want hesitation or fear that my mind would ever change about marrying her. I've come to realize there is nothing I look forward to more than building the rest of my life with her. I am ready to start our life together and while home isn't always just a place, I want to find somewhere that all of our children can take their first steps and lay down some roots.

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