Title: Father's Day (Quite unimaginative, I know)
Author: Nicole
Rating: Teen
Category: Romance, Post Administration
Disclaimer: They are not mine; they belong to Mr. Sorkin and the rich people at Warner Bros. I'm just borrowing them.
Feedback: Yes please, any and all would be appreciated!
Summary: Set in the 3rd year of the Santos Administration; assumes Josh and Donna have been married about a year.
AN: So, it's a day late, but I had this idea in my head and could not get it out. Just a very short fic, a drabble really, in honor of Father's Day. I am dedicating this to my step-father even though he will probably never know of its existence.
Not beta'd, so any mistakes are mine
I've known for a week and a half. A week and a half that I have wanted to tell Josh. We've been trying now for about six months and believe me the second I confirmed it, I wanted to run into his office and jump in his arms. Then I looked at the calendar and saw the date. I knew I had to wait. It would be the perfect way to tell him.
It's early Sunday morning and Josh is still asleep. He's been trying really hard to work out his schedule so that he doesn't have to go in on Sundays. He will usually bring stuff home to work on but today he has no work. Later this afternoon we are going to a Nationals game with Sam and his wife and really he could sleep in for a couple more hours but I cannot take it anymore. I have to tell him.
I quickly go out to the living room to retrieve his gift and bring it back to the bedroom. He's lying on his back and I can't help but kiss him. Apparently, he was not in that deep of a sleep because he immediately starts to kiss back.
"Good morning," I whisper, "I have something for you."
He opens his eyes and looks at me confused.
"Sit up. I want to give you something."
He does and I reach over and pick up his gift handing it to him with a barley concealed excitement.
"Did I miss an anniversary?" He asks.
"No. I just felt like getting you something. Open it!"
He unwraps the box, and takes off the lid to find his old, warn baseball glove staring back at him. He looks up at me, confused.
"Umm, Donna?"
"Take it out, Josh." I swear I have to walk this man through everything. He looks even more confused as he removes his glove. Hidden underneath is a small child-sized glove. I see a glimmer of joy before being replaced with apprehension. I don't blame him. We thought three months ago I was pregnant; it was really disappointing when it turned out I wasn't.
He looks up at me, confusion gone, just a look of hope left. "Donna?"
"Happy Father's Day, Josh."
"I'm not a father, Donna."
I finally allow the excitement out, and smile brightly at him. "Yes, Josh, you are."
The End.