Fandom:

The West Wing AU

Pairing:

C.J./Danny

Rating:

PG-13 for topic

Distribution:

How much do I owe you for hauling it off?

Spoilers:

Up to and including Full Disclosure, from which the series follows on

Email:

exfilia at livejournal dot com

Disclaimer:

if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun

Warning:

mentions nonconsensual sex

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

"It's cute," Josh told Donna. "I'm glad you didn't paint."

"Leo said there wouldn't be time for the fumes to clear before the baby came home."

"Is that the First Lady's duck?"

"Yeah. Toby got them the NASA patch, and they made the little vest before they brought it over."

"Kind of strange to think of her sewing on anything but somebody's heart."

"It's a transferable skill, Josh. If you can stitch humans, you can stitch felt. Besides, she's in foster grandparent mode, and that's not really surgery compatible."

"This kid is broke out with foster... Donna? What do your parents think of, you know, everything?"

"They're still getting over the wedding. They haven't really processed the baby thing yet. Josh, have you thought about when you want to do this?"

"Yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

"Yeah, as soon as possible. That way I don't have to try to go to school and work at the same time, and...."

"We can't upstage C.J. and Danny."

"We won't. It'll be just us and our mothers and my dad in the Rose Garden."

"You really think we can bring off a White House wedding like that?"

"I think it's better for C.J. if she's not the first. That way no one can say it's part of her campaign."

"Uh... yeah."

"And, you know, Kevin can't start until the eighth."

"Kevin?"

"The nanny. Also the rent on my place is murder."

"Oh, ho!"

"Oh, ho, yourself. Josh? Are you having second thoughts? Because it's okay...."

She had to stop at that point, because her mouth was covered with his.

"Can you move in today?" he asked.

"We have other things to do today," she said. As if on cue, there came a knock at the door. Josh admitted Ron Butterfield and lifted a tiny bundle from his arms.

"Leonie," he cooed. "Welcome home, sweetie!"

"John? Are you going to let Josh Lyman take that child away from you?"

He lowered his paper and peered over it at his wife.

"I'm not entirely sure how to respond to that," he said.

"That baby is the innocent victim of your malfeasance, and you have a duty to make sure it doesn't suffer for it."

"It's not my baby, Angie."

"I wouldn't be spreading that around if I were you."

"I'm not following you, which is nothing unusual, but...."

"If you take care of the child, it shows you taking responsibility for your actions and changing your life."

"Do you want a baby?"

"Don't change the subject. We'll park it with a nanny, at least after we get all the campaign pictures we can use."

"Her. This is a person you're talking about taking away from the man who probably is her father. It'll break Josh's heart, Angie!"

"Well, you can break the heart of the good friend and loyal supporter who called you a rapist to your face, or you can give up on the White House. Which is it going to be?"