Author's note: Wow! Ok I knew you weren't going to like the last chapter, but I didn't think you wanted my head on a stick. Yikes, note to self: make sure when writing JD fanfic that JD get together in the end. Ok here was my logic if you want it: If Vinick wins the election, (which it seems like he might, he is after all nine points in the lead, according to the show. WHICH OF COURSE I DON'T WANT TO HAPPEN.) Josh would blame Donna for the loss. She wasn't with him when he needed her and that's all he would think about. This is JUST A THEORY I have. That's all. Honest. Really. Just something I wanted to play with. PLEASE PUT DOWN YOUR PITCH FORKS. :-)

This is the real ending of the story, it fits better with the rest of the chapters and it makes me laugh. I like theconstrast between the two endings, light and dark, all that stuff, in case you care.Jackson is my character and he briefly appears in the story. I finished it up tonight, so it might not be perfect but I wanted to get it out there.

Thanks for your feedback, honestly, good or bad feedback means a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who left feedback for each chapter, JDfanatic, lu78 and Kursk, sorry if I missed anyone. You guys are the best.

Cheers, beers and balloons were all that Josh remembered of the last two hours. He was fairly certain that he didn't have to sell his townhouse now, either. He searched the crowd to find Donna. He had two close calls when he nearly kissed Annabeth and Helen, before he found the one he was searching for. His plan was to pin her to a wall, kiss her, tell her the three words that scream in his head every time she walked away from her and take her back to his hotel room.

"Josh!" He instantly turned to Donna's voice. She threw her arms around him, her weight pinned him to a wall and kissed him furiously. "You won!"

"We won!" His correction made her blush. "I have to tell you…"

His words were cut off by her lips once again on his mouth. When they broke away she handed him a beer, "Sensitive system be damned."

They were holding each other up as they giggled down the hallway. Donna placed the key card into the slot. Josh's eyes grew wide, "My God you are amazing." He kissed her again.

The room was dark and Donna started to pull off his jacket. His fingers were infused in her hair. The way she moaned his name between kisses made him weak. Something was wrong but it wasn't until she pulled his tie off he knew what it was. He broke the kiss and gasped for air, "Donna, wait!"

She looked confused, "what?"

"I don't want to have sex."

Horror and shame washed over Donna, low and quite, "why?"

"I'm drunk."

"So am I."

"But I won't remember in the morning, I want to remember Donna. I need to."

His eyes grew wide as the idea slowly crossed his brain. He smiled and whispered as if what he was suggesting was the most scandalous proposition ever utter on Earth. "Do you know what we should do? Snuggle. You go change into one of my shirt and I'll go pee. OK?"

She blinked at him, clearly a little drunk too, she eagerly agreed, "Ok." He left her and she pulled off her clothes and found one of Josh's less smelly shirts. She wiggled her toes waiting for him. He came out of the bathroom in boxers and an undershirt. He kissed her one more time, pulled down the sheets and indicated to get under them.

Their body's fit together no matter what position they crawled into. He pressed his stomach to her back, his arm tightly against the light fabric that he insisted she wrap herself in. As they both settled, small comfortable, peaceful moans left her lips. Josh whispered, "I love you," in her ear.

"I love you too." She whispered back into the air.

In the morning Josh was fairly certain a small furry animal had died in his mouth. He slowly pulled his arm away from whatever was crushing it, went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth for five minutes. When he walked back into the room, he gazed upon the vision of Donna's hair spread all over his pillow. Everything about this scene was light. Her blond hair, the white pillows, the white sheet the cover her, a part of Josh was overwhelmed with the brightness. Suddenly he knew when his brain was trying to tell him the night before. He silently groaned, he didn't like it and was certain Donna might kill him.

He reentered the bed and brushed her hair from her face. She stirred and moaned his name. He almost gave up on his plan right then. She lifted her lips to his and light kissed them. That was the second time on ten second Josh regretted his decision.

She rolled over and placed her head on his chest, "Morning."

"Morning, Sleepyhead."

"How are you feeling?"

"I woke up next to you, Donna, never better." He kissed her forehead. "Um, there's something I want to talk to you about."

She looked at him with questionable eyes, "yes."

He smiled shyly, hoping to throw her off the scent, "Um I don't think we should have sex right now."

Josh had never seen her smile fall so fast, "we had this conversation already."

"We did?"

"Yep, last night, you said were drunk and you wanted to remember it."

"Oh. I stand by that."

Donna groaned, rolled over and smothered herself with a pillow. "WHAT THE HELL?" she screamed into it. "Do you have any idea how long I waited for this?"

Josh swallowed, "um a while."

"Yes, Josh a while." She groaned again, and then became silent as an old insecurity washed over her. She peered from under the pillow. "Is it me? Do you not find me attractive?"

Not even considering this as possibly he cupped her face in his hands, "No, oh God no! I think… you are… you're the most beautiful woman on the planet, I've thought so since you hired yourself."

Reassured she asked another question, "well, is it you?"

Josh recoiled and offended, "Hell, NO!"

"Then what is it?"

Josh sighed, "I want to do this right. Everything. I want to woo you, buy you flowers, and take you out to dinner. It has to be perfect. When I make love to you the first time, it shouldn't be in some cold cheap hotel room, but in our bed."

"We're in a Hilton."

"So?"

"Well, it's a nice hotel, is all I'm saying."

"You're missing the point here Donna. When I tell you how I feel…"

"You already did."

He blinked. "When?"

"Last night, before you passed out."

"God DAMNIT! I couldn't even do that right!" He flopped back onto some pillows and put his hand on his forehead.

She rolled back onto his chest, trying to soothe his ego. "I thought it was nice."

"Nice, but not perfect." He couldn't look at her right away. She smiled at him, and kissed him gently on the lips and rolled out of bed. "Where are you going?"

"Well, since it appears I'm not having sex this morning, I'm going to take a shower." She stood up.

This was the first time Josh really had a chance to look at her. She was wearing his white dress shirt, her blond hair was a wild mane and her legs seemed to go on for miles. He has seen her in evening gowns, hospital gowns, and jean, but somehow wearing his shirt make him lose all control.

"Donna!" She turned around, he was on his knees. "I've changed my mind. Let's do it now!"

Donna looked up and tapped her finger to her chin. "Hmmm. Nope I think you were right, it should be perfect the first time. I want the wooing, the passionate confession, the flowers and free food."

"We can still do all that, you know afterwards."

"But it wouldn't be in your bed."

"Our bed." He corrected her and thought it over. "Would it do anything for you if I said, you were right?"

She concerned it. "Yes, it might. Josh, I'm right most of the time but this time I am going to say, you were correct. So if you think about it, you won twice."

Josh huffed, "It doesn't feel like winning." Then he grumbled under his breath, "I hate you."

She smiled coyly, "No you don't. You love me as much as I love you, with every fiber in your being and all of your soul. And that's why we are going to wait…a few more hours or so."

He smiled at her, knowing full well, she was right.

Three years later:

"Well, isn't this a merry band of misfits." Josh smiled at his friends. He was greeted with smiles and smirks.

Toby was the first to ask the question, "Where's Donna?"

"She's coming along soon. I told her not to travel, but, well she stopped listening to me about five minutes after I gave her the job in New Hampshire."

CJ looked concerned, "How is she getting here, she can't possibly fly."

"The train. She's due in two weeks, waddles everywhere and thinks we aren't really married because her wedding band can't fit on her finger."

"Freedom at last." Donna's voice called out. Josh turned his head to watch his beautiful wife attempt to make the last few feet. Josh met her halfway; his face had that smile reserved only for Donna on it. His eyes brightened at seeing her, but it fell when he saw how pale she was.

He wanted to quip about her freedom comment, but Over Protective Josh took over. "Are you feeling alright?"

She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. "Of course. The President and the Vice President are here. Let's get this party started."

Josh started to lean her, but she told him to go head, it might take her a few minutes to get the stage. When he was out of sight she clenched her fist, tightened her face and her breathing became shallow. She checked her watch, "Three minutes. Great."

A glare came from Jackson, Donna Secret Service Agent. "They're getting closer, Mrs. Lyman."

The pain passed and Donna looked up at Jackson, "I know."

They sat on the stage from left to right: Danny, CJ, Kate, Donna, Dr. Bartlett, President Bartlett, President Santos, Josh, Will and Charlie. Toby was in the front row, by his own choice, regardless of the urging from the others. Danny was there to fill Toby's seat.

Leo started his speech, before a crowd of reporters and locals. Dr. Bartlett watched Donna hands clench in regular intervals.

"Donna?"

"Yes. Dr. Bartlett?"

"How's the nursery coming?"

"Josh won't decide if he wants bears or ducks as a theme." She grumbled.

"How's work, are you on leave yet?"

"Soon."

"Do you feel like you are going to be pregnant forever?"

Donna laughed, "Sort of."

"One last question, Sweetie."

"Sure."

"How long ago did your water break?"

"Seven hours ago. But I still have time."

This is when CJ and Kate turned their heads dramatically and in unison, "what?"

"Look, I'm not having this baby now."

CJ stared blankly and disbelieving, "I beg to differ."

"What do you want me to do, get up and leave?"

"Yes!" Kate hissed.

"Well, I can't. Leo's giving a speech. Getting up would be rude, and I will NOT raise a rude child, it's going to be tough enough with Josh as the father." Donna pounded her fist on her leg.

Oh the other side of the stage, Josh made quickly surveyed of his wife. She was in pain. Labor pains. All color drained from his face. He heard the Secret Service say, "We need to move Maple Leaf, Sapling in on the way." Donna was Maple Leaf and Sapling was the code name for his unborn child. Josh's vision became fuzzy. "It's not supposed to happen now, she's two weeks early. I kinda though she would take the whole-being-late trait from me, not the on-time trait-from her mother."

President Santos questioned, "I thought you didn't know the sex of the child, yet?"

"We don't, it's just have a feeling we have." Josh swallowed hard, "I can handle this right? Child birth. Parenthood. I can do this. Right?" He looked at Matt wide eyed. "I survived a bullet to the heart. Donna's car exploded. We can handle this right? Right?"

The two presidents exchanged panicked glances, the former President added, "Maybe you should take someone with you."

On the other side, Abby was trying desperately to convince Donna leave the stage. "Donna this is for your own good."

"Look there are nuclear weapons in China, the nursery isn't finished and I have a ton of work on my desk. This can't be happening now, it just isn't convenient."

CJ rolled her eyes, "It never is."

Donna blinked back the tears and dread that filled her thoughts, "What if I'm not a good mother?"

Kate was the first to speak, "Oh honey, that's not going to be an issue. You are already taking care of Josh; a baby should be a piece of cake."

CJ huffed, "Coming from the woman who doesn't have any children."

Danny finally added his two cents, "Donna, you will be a great mother, it's a none issue. It was CJ we were all worried about, since she a zero motherly instincts, and our baby is still alive. She's only dropped him twice that I know of." CJ quickly slapped her husband in the back of the head.

Josh looked at his President, eyes pleading with him. Santos shook his head, "You don't want me in there. I punched the doctor when Helen was giving birth. Both times."

Jed Bartlett blinked in disbelief, "I didn't think you were aloud to do that."

Santos shook his head, "you're not." Josh continued to stare at him, as if stare would provide the answer to the question, why? It did. Santos shrugged, "Helen was screaming and I thought the doctor was hurting her. To be fair I went a lot long the second time around before punching him."

Josh turned his head over to Will and Charlie. Will threw his hands up in the air, "I'm not doing it for the same reason Charlie won't. I see Donna on a regular basis and if I watch her give birth, it's all I'll think when I see her."

Charlie chimed in, "Me too."

Josh huffed, puffed out his cheeks and started to run his fingers through his hair. That's when Toby caught his eye. One glance, one smile, nonverbal question was asked, a questioned was answered. Josh turned to Matt, "I've got it covered, thanks."

Meanwhile, the urging to get Donna off the stage was not working as well.

"I'm not leaving…"

"You won't be missing much just a few speeches, they probably won't be very good."

Donna blinked at Kate in horror, "Those speeches were written by Sam, Toby and your live in boyfriend, Will, three of the finest writers I have ever known."

"I'm sure they will give you a private performance, after your child is born."

"I don't have a doctor here." Donna stated as if that fact would keep her on the stage.

"Hi, Abby Bartlett, MD." Abby offered her hand. Of course she was stalling waiting for the next contraction to come. Unfortunately for Abby at the time Donna was holding her hand.

Another tactic was used by CJ, "I think it's really brave that you are having natural childbirth."

Donna blinked. "What?"

Kate added, "Oh yeah, considering how well you deal with pain, it really is brave. Remember when you stubbed your toe on your desk? I think you said something about needing morphine."

Donna recalled that memory and defended herself. "My toenail fell off."

"Yeah, well compare to that childbirth is a walk in the park." CJ mused.

"If you don't leave right now, you can't get an epidural."

Again she blinked, "but that's reason why I was born in this century." The other three women shrugged. "I can't leave until Leo's speech is over."

"It's a proud day in American History. The End." Leo turned from the podium and glared at Donna. "Now get you ass to the hospital." He growled at her.

Donna glanced at Abby, "Natural childbirth means I would feel all the pain, right?"

"Yep."

Donna nodded, stood up and turned to the presidents, "Mr. President I am sorry but I'm going to have to leave earlier then expected."

Jed Bartlett smiled at her, "I understand."

Abbey kissed her husband on the cheek, "I am so proud of you, but she needs me right now." She eyes up Josh who was now standing. "They both will."

The former President returned his wife's kiss, "bring me home another grandchild."

Josh was crossing the stage when the man of the hour grabbed his arm, "Josh if you punch the doctor, you're a dead man."

"You'll kill me or the secret service."

"She will."

Josh wrapped his arm around Donna, smiling and surrounded by his second mother, his bother, and his unborn child. They hurried out of the building and as Josh opened the door, he put his hand to his eyes, so he wasn't blinded by the light.