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Author's note: Not really a new story. Way old now posting. If you hate I laugh. I like so meh!

"Josh just be patient," she told him while pacing the living room.

"I am being patient," he smiled arrogantly from the couch. "You're the one who can't stop pacing the room."

She glared at him and continued to take each step in vigorous panic. Every three seconds she looked into her hands, ready to shout in disbelief.

"Donna just stay calm."

"Josh."

"Yeah?"

"Shut Up."

"Kay," he said with a grin.

There as a terrible pause. Only Donna's pacing feet could be heard. Josh sat obediently with his hands resting on his lap. He stared at Donna with a sly grin, holding back laughter.

"You don't..."

"I knew it," she said throwing her hands in the air. "You couldn't stay quiet. You couldn't do it could you?"

Josh smiled, meeting her eyes but ignoring their angered glare. "You don't think it would be great?"

"Josh!"

"What? It would be amazing," he told her.

"I can't believe you," she told him waving her hands and pointing her finger straight at his face. "It would be a disaster. You know that. I know that. That's why you told me not to tell anyone. That's why we didn't." She looked at his face, and the arrogant grin pushed her further. "Do you think this is funny? I can't believe you. God can't you see how serious this is."

"I think it would be amazing," he said defiantly adjusting himself so her eyes didn't pierce him mortally.

She paced the room barely looking at him, shaking her head. "You are absolutely insane."

Before Josh could manage any form of response a sharp buzz erupted in the room. He sat perfectly still while Donna looked into her hands for the last time.

A pause progressed wherein neither moved.

"Well?" Josh finally asked.

She stared at him a genuine smile on her face. "I guess we're pregnant."

They normally tried to avoid walking in together. That morning neither took care to notice it. They walked beside each other absorbed in their own defining thought. Josh was smiling and glowing with pride. Donna had never looked more stunned in her life.

They had been silent since the night before. Words would have only ruined the moment. Josh would have begged to tell everyone as soon as he burst into the West Wing. Donna would have yelled at him for assuming everything would be fine. Neither had spoken, they had barely even looked at each other.

"When can I start telling people?" Josh whispered as they entered the lobby.

She stared at him in disbelief and horror. "Josh!" she uttered in a loud tone.

They reached his office and she followed him inside.

"You haven't thought this through," she warned him.

Josh tilted his head and stared at her curiously. "There doesn't seem that much to think through. At least not now..."

"Josh you're not yourself," she begged. "You have to stop and think this through."

"Think what through?" came the familiar and friendly voice standing at the door.

"Hey what's up?" Josh asked, deciding to avoid both comments. He shifted his eyes from Donna, trying his best not to look as though he did it purposefully.

"There's going to be a story today," C.J. told him.

Donna sensed they wanted the room and she knew she couldn't continue her conversation with C.J. around. She began to walk towards the door, while holding Josh in her eyesight. As soon as she moved she caught his eyes.

"If you say anything," she warned him pointing her finger in due force of a threat. "I'll kill you."

"What was that about?" C.J. asked, as Donna slid past her.

Donna ignored her and dashed for her desk. C.J. stared at Josh hoping to get some kind of answer from him.

Josh only shrugged, but smiled with an eager grin. "I'd tell you," he told her truthfully. "But she'd kill me."

C.J. stared at him in awe. She shrugged herself back to reality.

"There's going to be a story about Carole Young today," C.J. told him.

"Who's Carole Young and why should I care?"

"Carole Young," she began, "was one of our biggest supporters. She donated money, set up rallies..."

"And?" Josh asked her looking at several of the notes in his hands.

"And her focus has shifted in the past few months. She's well let's just say she's not going to be supporting the President this time around."

"What..."

C.J. revealed in a single motion a white sheet in her hands. "Elections have become more and more about settling. President Bartlet has done little more than shift party lines at convenience. He has settled with the left wing when he can win and has compromised with the right to look good. I guess if the President of the United States can concede his morals and point of view he's telling the American people they should too.

"She doesn't rant violently or anything. She slid it in quite nicely between her hair and mandatory minimums. But this is what the stories will be reporting," C.J. told him.

"And?"

C.J. just sighed. "Is it just me or is this going to be a lot harder?"

"It's not you," Josh told her, trying not to feel guilty as he said it. "Have you talked to Toby?" He defiantly didn't need anything on his desk this week that didn't need to be there.

"Yeah," C.J. said. "You can imagine his reaction." She smiled and gave a soft laugh, turning around and heading to her office. "He said not to worry. He has it covered."

She vanished down the hall giving a side-glance to Donna, who was staring a little too intensely on the blank computer screen in front of her.

Josh sat and smiled to himself. God he felt good. Nothing not even Carole Young could bring him down. Several obvious problems should have been rushing through his mind. No one knows we're together. They're going to kill me. I'm going to lose my job. Donna is going to lose her job! He barely even acknowledged the fact that no one else was in a very good mood that week.

"Donna!" he yelled.

Suddenly Donna appeared at the door. "Do you need something?"

"Come in here," he said waving her inside. She stood still, holding her stance, nearly returning to her desk. "Donna!"

Reluctantly she obeyed and walked inside.

"Close the door."

She cautiously closed the door, looking at the floor, holding her head down. This wasn't something she wanted to talk about. It was barely a reality.

"When can I tell them?" he asked.

"Josh!"

"Donna come on we can't wait forever," Josh told her. "I mean... well..."

She looked at him with raging eyes. "You're the one who said we shouldn't tell anyone. It's been two months Josh," she told him with a soft tone. "If we've waited this long you can wait a little longer."

"It's been more like six months," Josh bantered.

"Josh!"

Josh only sighed.

She sat down across from him. She placed her elbows on the edge of his desk and braced her head in her hands. She let out a deep breath. "Josh I feel so amazingly stupid."

"Why?" he asked concerned.

"It's not like we've been lying to just anyone," she told him. "They're not just friends, even if they were just friends it wouldn't make it right." She paused holding in a sob. "But they're important people. It's the President Josh," she cried as though he didn't know that. "And Leo. And well... you just haven't thought about what kind of affects this is going to have on them. It's not just about us anymore," she sighed softly and felt the tears warming her eyes. "We just have to think this through."

He walked over to her and rested his hand softly on the back of her head. He stroked her hair and tried to sooth her. "Donna I know this may seem hard to believe. But I couldn't care less what they think."

She turned her head and looked at him. "Josh, you'll lose your job. You're reputation. What you do is a reflection of this office, of the President." She turned her eyes and stared at her feet. "I just don't think you've thought this through."

Josh began to sigh a response but Donna rose quickly.

"You have senior staff," she mumbled and walked out. She wiped her eyes and opened the door. Braving what would certainly be a very long day.

Josh sat down, and wryly looked at the piles of paper on his desk. The papers and folders seemed meaningless. Everything did. He was going to be a father.