Title: Four Months and Five Weeks Ago Come Friday prt 3/?
Summary: You know it by now
Here he comes; swaggering on down the hall like he just won some contest.
Obviously his meeting with Leo went well or I doubt he would be looking so damn cocky.
Well, I was about to bring that attitude to an end.
"Hey Donna," he said, walking up to me with that dumb grin on his face.
"Hello Joshua, follow me please," I said in a non-committal tone I picked up form CJ.
"What did I do now?" Josh asked, frowning. I barely managed to suppress a grin, and I remembered that was usually Josh and Sam's reaction to when CJ had these fits.
I led him into the office and closed the door behind me before speaking again.
"I heard you had a small issue with the family values committee," I said softly, folding my arms across my chest.
"Sam, huh?" Josh asked with a smirk. "He never can keep a secret."
"Josh, you can't loose you're temper with these people," I sighed.
"Okay, can we stop thinking about them as the UN? It's not like I pissed off the delegation form China," Josh said, throwing his arms into the air.
"And what if you had?" I asked.
"Donna, you don't' get pissed at China without good reasoning."
"So now I'm not a good reason to get pissed about?"
"D-That's not what I meant!" He was almost shouting now and I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. "You're a pain, you know that?"
"Yes," I shrugged. "So...how'd it go with Leo." As if I didn't all ready know.
"He told me to just try to keep my cool when the subject of us may come up," he explained.
"Ah, the ever growing turmoil of being, Josh Lyman," I giggled and stepped closer to him. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket, running my thumb up and down the rough fabric.
"Admit, it you were slightly turned on about the whole me protecting you thing," Josh grinned like a maniac and slid his arms around my waist.
"Not at all," I said softly and he leaned in to my face, waiting to kiss me. "Okay...maybe a little."
"That's me, all around good guy and knight in shining armor," Josh laughed.
"Shut up," I muttered and brought one hand to the back of his head and pushed so our lips would finally touch. I love kissing Josh; it's all in all one of my favorite things to do. I'm not ashamed to admit some of my other favorite things to do involve kissing Josh as well.
I was enjoying just kissing Josh when there was a knock on the door.
"I'm gonna kill whoever that is," Josh muttered when we broke the kiss.
"Josh! Let me in!" Sam called.
"And death to Sam it is," Josh murmured and I smiled as he reluctantly walked over to open his door. "Hey, Sam, do you want lethal injection or electrocution."
"I didn't think they did electrocution any more," I piped.
"What are you talking about?" Sam frowned. "Hey, Josh, Leo asked me to bring this too you." Sam handed Josh a stack of large files and Josh's knees almost buckled beneath the wait.
"WhatoomphIS all this?" Josh asked and only just managed to throw the files on his desk before he collapsed.
"Information on the family values committee."
"You're kidding me."
"No, unfortunately I'm not," Sam had an amused look on his face beside himself. "Leo wants you to review it before you go back to the meeting with Jane Andrews and the committee."
"I have to go BACK?" Josh had a look of horror and disbelief across his face.
"Well, Leo managed to arrange it so Jane Andrews' didn't go back to the voters she represents and told them about how the White House dismisses them as petty and foolish."
"But I DO
"Just go to the meeting, Josh, and patch it up," Sam said.
"Yeah, I'll go," Josh muttered and looked wearily down at the files.
"Good, I'll tell Leo," Sam said, almost too cheery. "Oh hey, one of the guys form the committee stopped and asked me a question about you guys."
"Yeah?" I raised my eyebrows.
"What?" Josh asked and I saw he was getting defensive again. Oh, honestly, Joshua.
"Just how long you've been going out," Sam shrugged. "Then I realized I didn't know."
"Four months and five weeks ago come Friday," I said and both men stopped to
give me a strange look, eyebrows raised. "What?"
"Yes," I admitted. "But Four months and five weeks ago sounds better then five months and one week."
"She's right," Sam nodded. "Speaking as a writer, it's stylistically
"Okay, time for Sam to go," Josh interrupted and shoved his best friend out his office door before closing it. I grinned and he turned to me after he shut the door. "Four months and five weeks, huh?"
"Yeah, so?" I asked.
"Long time," Josh shrugged. "So...do we have anything planned for our four months and five week anniversary?"
"I don't think so," I shook my head. I love it when he gets like this; plotting and planning like some big slooth.
"I just may have to think of something," Josh laughed. "You know how we could start?"
"I have a faint idea," I said and swished my hair. Anything that involves a bed, bath and dinner sounded fine to me.
"By sorting through all this," Josh patted the files on his desk.
"Not exactly what I had in mind," I pouted slightly.
"Well if I get finished and keep my job, maybe we'll do something special tonight," Josh offered.
"I'll get the coffee and the highlighters," I sighed. "It could take a while."
Four months and five weeks ago come Friday?
How does she know that? Should I feel bad that I don't? Oh, holy hell.
I remember when we started going out, it was only the next biggest scandal the administration had to swallow. It almost cost both of us our jobs.
But we came through, thanks to great friends and a President that refused to let either of us go without a fight. Donna walked in not long after with the files and we started.
Every once and a while I looked up at her, caught up in her work. She looked great, doesn't she always?
I blinked for a while until I realized CJ was standing at my door.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure," I put my work down and followed CJ into and empty room near mine. "What's up?"
"Is Donna okay?" she asked and I frowned.
CJ stared at me for a second, eyes wide. "She didn't' tell you?"
"No...what is it?" She kept her mouth shut and stared at her feet. "CJ, c'mon, she's my girlfriend..."
"She thought she was pregnant," she said quickly.
"What?" I gaped.
"She thought she was pregnant," CJ repeated. "Josh, if I had known she hadn't told you
"No...she wanted too be...I dunno Josh, I really shouldn't' be telling you this."
I was dumbfounded, I can't believe Donna kept it from me! I could have helped her. No, I probably would have been a nervous wreck, but I would have tried to be strong for her. Not that Donna can't be strong herself...ah hell I don't know what I'm talking about.
I turned and walked out, leaving CJ there.
I didn't wait, I walked into my office and shut the door. Donna looked up from her work as calm as ever.
"What did CJ want?" she asked, then realized I looked slightly out of it. "Josh, what's wrong?"
"You..." I tried to find the words as I looked at her. How could she act like nothing had happened to her? "You thought you were pregnant?"
She frowned and immediately turned away from me.
"Donna, look at me," I pleaded.
"Josh, its nothing," she sighed, turning back towards me.
"Donna, it's obviously not nothing if it meant so much to you," I said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she whispered and I didn't believe her at all.
I reached my hand down to hers and lifted her from the seat into my arms. I held her for a while, not knowing what else to do.
"Hey how about I take you out to dinner tonight?" I asked.
"Sure," she laughed. "But realize I'm buying the most expensive thing on the menu."
"You got it," I grinned. "Dating you is gonna make me broke, you know that?"
"Yes," she giggled.
"All right, back to work," I clapped and went back behind my desk. The phone rang a moment later and Donna got it before I could.
"Josh Lyman's office," she rattled off. "Really? Okay sure, not a problem."
"What is it?' I asked after she hung up.
"Your meeting with the family Values Committee's been moved to tomorrow," Donna grinned. "Feel like bringing this home with us?"
"Sure," I grinned too.
We didn't leave exactly then, I still had a couple of meetings to go to, but we eventually made it out of the west wing and to our apartment, what used to be just my apartment. We didn't go out to dinner, but instead had Chinese in and choked on the rest of the Family values information.
I don't' remember falling asleep but I guess I did right on my couch, with files still piled on my chest. I blinked for a while and realized there was light falling into my living room and sat up, making the files fall to the floor.
"Donna?" I groaned and got up form the couch, swaggering into the kitchen.
I flicked the on switch on the coffee maker and looked around for my girlfriend. I walked into the bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Donna, you in there?" I asked. I heard the toilet flush and Donna walked out. If it were possible, her white skin was even paler. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine," she said shortly.
"Did you throw up?" I gawked. I hate throw up; I always throw up if someone else does.
"A little," she moaned. "I'm fine Josh, don't' worry about it."
"You're sick, you should stay here," I said.
"And let you organize your own schedule?" she laughed. "Not possible, Josh."
"Then at least go to the doctor later," I pleaded. "Promise me or I won't let you go to work."
"How can you stop me?"
"I'll hand cuff you to the bed."
"Okay, I promise," she laughed.