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Not Much Is Going To Change

Josh was almost running through the West Wing. He pushed past people, not bothering to slow down - even when Lou tried to stop him. She didn't look too happy that he had ignored her but he didn't care right now. All he cared about was catching up with Donna and sorting out this mess.

"Donna?" He called out seeing her walking quickly out of the main entrance but she didn't stop or even look back. "Damn it."

He passed the guards at the desk, who watched him with a mixture of curiosity and amusment.

"Donna, stop...please, wait." He called again once he was outside of the building, realising it was still raining, although not as much as it was before.

She sighed and stopped. "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting..."

"God, have you been training for a marathon or something?" He questioned slightly out of breath when he reached her. "Maybe I'm just getting old..."

"Josh..." She started.

"You didn't let me answer your question." He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, noticing she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

"You were busy...you should get back there," she told him pulling the jacket tighter around her.

"We were just catching up, I was about to call you and ask you to come over," he informed her. "But you kind of turned up before I had the chance."

She groaned turning away from him. "I can't believe I did that..."

"Yeah, I was a bit surprised to," he teased.

"Our bosses were there...Sam was there..." She hung her head a little and covered her face. "President Bartlet was there."

Josh laughed lightly and put an arm around her waist to guiding her to an empty bench. "I think they found it pretty entertaining..."

"Oh my, God..." She groaned again. "I'm an idiot.. It was a crazy thing to do."

"I think it was pretty cool."

She looked up at him, suspiciously. "Really?"

"Yeah and at least you were actually able to ask me...Unlike my attempts."

"I didn't so much ask you...I pretty much told you."

"I think that was pretty cool too," he said softly, reaching up and brushing her wet hair behind her ear.

She smiled widely at him, completely oblivious to the people that rushed around them trying to get out of the rain.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get it right," he started. "I wanted it to be special and romantic but I guess that's just not me."

She stared at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"What?"

"You're the sweetest, most romantic guy I know."

"I almost killed you with tuna earlier..."

"I'm not talking about that...I'm talking about all of the little thing you do...The things you do when you're not trying to be romantic and you're just being you," she stated. "You have one of the most important and powerful jobs in the world and you still find time to have lunch with me almost everyday...You made sure the First Lady and Annabeth picked the right things for my party..."

"Well, they already had a list, I just made some suggestions..." He started but she continued.

"Every time we have a conversation on the phone, at the end you always say you love me and if you forget, you always call back and tell me within two minutes..." She placed a hand on his check. "You give me your jacket when you think I might be cold..."

"Yeah but..."

"When you buy me coffee and you always get me a muffin as well- even when I don't ask for one...You let me share your fries..."

"Better then you just stealing them," he commented.

"When we're walking together, you always hold my hand or have yours on my back, guiding me..." She smiled. "You always buy me really thoughtful Christmas gifts...even though you don't celebrate..."

"Y'know, you could seriously damage my reputation with all this information."

"Why would I want to do that? I'm going to be your wife...aren't I?"

He smiled. "Put your hand in my pocket."

"Josh!" She looked up at him quickly.

"In my jacket pocket, Donna." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, sorry..." She blushed a little and reached into the pocket, pulling out a ring box.

"I've been carrying it around with me pretty such since I've brought," he said quietly, watching as she opened it. "I hope it's okay..."

Her eyes filled up with tears. "It's beautiful..."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

He took hold of her hand and picked the ring up. Sliding it onto her finger carefully before kissing her palm.

"Perfect." She whispered and ran her hand over his cheek.

"Good." He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry it took so long to get here."

She sighed contently, resting her head on his shoulder. "Me too."

He tightened his grip around her. "Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Sam's not allowed anywhere near our wedding plans."

She pulled back to look at him. "Why?"

"Nothing...Just he...well, lets just say all this confusion is all his fault."

"Okay..." She put her head back down. "And I guess I wouldn't have been so wound-up if he hadn't told me your were planning to propose."

"Yeah.." Josh agreed before realising what she'd said. "What?!"

"What?" She asked, confused as to why he had pulled away again.

"He told you?!"

"He thought I knew."

"How? I...What?" Josh stuttered.

She rolled his eyes. "After dinner, I went to see him to find out why you were acting weird and I kind of tricked him into telling what you were up to."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Then you'll have to find another Deputy and another best man."

"Okay, fine I won't kill him."

"Good." They sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying being together before Donna spoke. "Is it weird that this doesn't feel weird?"

"You think marrying me should feel weird?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes...I mean no...I just meant, aren't we supposed to be feeling something now?" She questioned. "We've just decided to take a big step..."

"Well, we're not... if you really think about it," he replied. "All that stuff I do that you said was sweet...I do it because I love you and I'm not going to stop doing that because we're married..."

"You don't think it'll change things?"

"Not much, no...Just because we're having a wedding, isn't going to make me think of you any differently..." He explained. "It doesn't mean you're going to stop being understanding when I've got to work late and it doesn't mean that on the nights I do get home early, I'm going to expect you to be home early..."

"Yeah, I know that..."

"It's not going to change the plans we've already made...Thanksgivings with my Mom...Christmases with your parents...And even though we both want children one day...it doesn't mean it has to happen right now because we're getting married."

"So, what you're saying is a wedding is just a wedding?"

"Our wedding is going to be an amazing day, where you'll look absolutely stunning in your dream dress and I'll look handsome in a tux..." He continued. "Because, well lets face it...I do look good in a tux."

She laughed. "Josh..."

"And all our friends and family can celebrate with us and see just how much I love you."

"Okay, shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

When they had broken the kiss, Donna put her head back on his shoulder and Josh looked around. That's when he noticed the street was completely deserted and it was still raining pretty hard.

"Uh, Donna?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could move this inside...I'm getting pretty wet again...Margaret is going to kill me."

She looked at him, seeing that he was completely soaked. "Oh my, God, people must think we're crazy!"

"Well, I wouldn't worry to much about that because you did order me to marry you and you mentioned something about making kids in front of two Presidents." He got up and pulled her with him. "Speaking of which, they're probably wondering what's going on."

"Yeah, we should go and tell them the news...Do you want your jacket back?"

"Nah, you keep it." He slipped his hand around her waist and laid her head on his shoulder.

"You know what I think?"

"What?"

"We should get married before Sam so no one cares about his wedding."

Josh laughed and kissed the top of her head. "That's my girl!"

The End

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