It was a sticky July evening in Washington D.C., and the Santos family was running around the residence trying to get ready for a gala.

Miranda Santos tugged on hem of her lavender dress.

"My dress is itchy Daddy!" she complained.

"Do you want to go put on your Sunday Dress?" Santos asked. The 'Sunday Dress' was a silky pink dress with flowers on it. It was Miranda's favorite dress.

Miranda nodded her head 'yes' and scurried out of the room.

"You shouldn't always allow her to change her dress when she doesn't like it," Helen Santos said, emerging from the shadows.

"It's just a dress," Santos said rather calmly for a man who carried so much stress and pressure on him daily.

"You think this is about a dress?" Helen asked.

Santos didn't respond.

"It's about everything Matt. You need to let her know that she can't always have her way,"

"I---" Santos was about to respond when Miranda walked back into the room with her 'Sunday Dress' on.

"Do I look pretty Daddy?" Miranda asked, holding the sides of her dress and 'dancing' back and forth, showing off her dress.

"Yes you do honey," Helen slightly snipped.

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Josh walked out of his office to see Donna taking a rare pause.

"Have you seen the President?" Josh asked.

"I think that's he's in the residence with his family," Donna said, as the two began walking.

"The residence? He was supposed to be for a quick Senior Staff fifteen minutes ago," Josh complained.

"I heard that there was trouble in deciding what dress to wear," Donna replied.

"Does it really matter what dress that she wears?" Josh asked.

"Yes it does Josh," Donna rolled her eyes, "some people actually care about how they dress,"

"I care!" Josh protested.

"Says the man who can't iron his own shirts!" Donna shot back, as they reached a set of doors.

Josh and Donna were married now. So, 'Donna Moss', was now technically 'Donna Lyman', but Donna just went by Moss for professional reasons. Although, their marrige wasn't secret, they just didn't advertise it. They just didn't want the press getting all over their case about it, and taking away from the President and First Lady's agendas.

Josh rolled his eyes, "woman," he muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Donna asked back.

"You're such a femenist," Josh explained.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Donna questioned, as they arrived at the residence.

"Whatever," Josh tried changing the subject

"Don't think that you're going to get away with changing the subject Joshua," Donna said.

This time Josh ignored Donna, and opened the doors to the residence.

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High up and powerful people mingled about the ballroom, and the press buzzed around obnoxiously, all waiting for the President to arrive.

Josh and Donna walked in, arm in arm, taking a few moments to breathe before each had to go back and attend to their jobs.

They were bickering about a foreign aid bill, when they spotted a few familiar faces.

"Josh! Donna!" a high strung voice called to them.

"Hello Mr. President," Josh shook the aging man's hand. It was the hand of former President Josiah 'Jed' Bartlet.

"Hey Josh! How's DC been treating you?" Jed questioned, showing his boyish grin.

"Good Sir," Josh responded, showing his boyish grin.

As Josh and the former president were exchanging greetings, Donna and Mrs. Bartlet were as well.

"Hey Donna! How are you?"

"Good, and yourself ma'am?"

"Good," Donna and Abbey hugged and gave a friendly kiss on the cheek, "and how have you and Josh been?" she whispered in Donna's ear.

Donna let out a smile, as a voice came over the loud speaker.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you The President and First Lady of the United States, Matthew and Helen Santos!"

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A/ N: I know it's rather pointless, but thanks for reading! This is my first 'West Wing' fic. Anyways, please review. :-)