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MY GUESTBOOK
Josh�s eyes softened and filled with concern.  �Donnatella,� he whispered, apologetic, letting my full name hang in the air between us, a balm to my emotional wounds that I trusted only him to mend.

Some people thought it was strange, like so many other things about our relationship, that we both tended to use each other�s full names as an endearment, but neither Josh nor I cared.  We became friends under such intense circumstances and our feelings developed under constant scrutiny�mostly from our coworkers who were terrified of the thought of Josh Lyman finally sleeping with his blonde assistant�that, other than a few times where we were being sarcastic or had slipped up in excitement, terms of endearment were not only frowned upon but tended to bring the wrath of CJ Cregg down upon us.

Opening his mouth to say something, Josh got a �uh� sound out before the President-Elect interrupted, asking Josh to join him in the office so they could start talking about what would happen once they got to DC.  Josh shot me a pleading look and I took pity on him.  I know the hour, I know the nature of the job, and I can accept that, for the next four to eight years, Josh is going to be about the job first.  I wouldn�t have it any other way.

I knew he was just teasing me, bringing the banter like we always did, but the emotional toll of the past few days was catching up with me.  �If you want to have a near future to look forward to you�ll get over the fact that I restricted things like the amount of work you could do and the channels you could watch on TV when you know that I was trying to keep your blood pressure within shouting distance of a healthy range.  I�ve been getting grief from everyone about my rules since I came up with them, and that�s fine because they were necessary to keep you alive, but it was seven years ago, Joshua.  Get over it already,� I said, my tone harsher than intended.  I didn�t mean to get so angry but the truth was that I was sick of it.  While I don�t think he had ever really understood how greatly what he thinks of me affects me�in fact, I�m sure he doesn�t know because I have spent a lot of time and energy making sure that he doesn�t know how what he might think of as benign comments make my heart shatter a little bit more�it seems like he is starting to see that what he says actually means something to me.

I hope.

Josh�s eyes softened and filled with concern.  �Donnatella,� he whispered, apologetic, letting my full name hang in the air between us, a balm to my emotional wounds that I trusted only him to mend.

Some people thought it was strange, like so many other things about our relationship, that we both tended to use each other�s full names as an endearment, but neither Josh nor I cared.  We became friends under such intense circumstances and our feelings developed under constant scrutiny�mostly from our coworkers who were terrified of the thought of Josh Lyman finally sleeping with his blonde assistant�that, other than a few times where we were being sarcastic or had slipped up in excitement, terms of endearment were not only frowned upon but tended to bring the wrath of CJ Cregg down upon us.
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