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| Nodding, Josh reached out and took Donna�s hand. �Thanks for being so great with Sam on all this.�
�He�s my friend, too,� Donna said. �Besides, supportive as the rest of the Senior Staff may be, Leo and the President are the only ones with children and they�re also the only people who aren�t referring to Meredith as �the kid� constantly. Sam has been freaking out, Josh. Last week he was Sam Seaborn, single guy, and suddenly he�s got an eight year old girl living with him�something that is no doubt going to make his life, both personal and political, a complete and utter living hell, not that he�d ever do anything different because it�s Sam and this is who he is and we love him for this way�and the only thing he cares about is Meredith who has essentially lost her mother and been shipped across the country to live with a man she knows from the TV and her grandfather�s stories. And you and CJ and Toby will do your best, but the bachelor brigade around here isn�t going to be able to be there for Sam because none of you have kids or want kids whereas I still hold out hope for the clich� white picket fence thing.� �I want kids,� Josh protested. �No, Josh, you don�t want kids. You just don�t want to actually come out and say that you don�t want kids because, one, it�s bad politics and one day you want to run for office somewhere, and two, it would quite literally kill your mother,� Donna countered. �Okay, first of all, I want kids, I just don�t want kids right now because I�ve seen what politics does to families and there�s no way I�m going to be a part time dad. Second, this is hardly the time or the place to discuss this. Third, call those people, talk to Carol, find Margaret, and make sure that whatever you ordered gets to the Oval while it�s still hot.� �When was the last time your food was cold for any reason other than you forgot to eat it?� �Fine. I�ll see you later.� �Seriously, Josh, when have I given you cold food and how could you think that I would give cold pizza to the President of the United States unless that�s what he asked for specifically?� Chastened, Josh took a deep breath and prayed he didn�t screw things up even more than he already had. �Okay, look. You�re indignation is completely warranted, but, seriously, it could not come at a worse time. I�m sorry, Donna. You�re an amazing assistant and I don�t tell you that enough,� Josh said honestly. �I�m just� under a lot of pressure at the moment� and you�re going to be the most visible target for my anger and frustration until this is resolved.� �As opposed to all the other times when I�m the target of your anger and frustration because I deserve it?� Donna asked, arms crossed across her chest. Josh hit his head against the doorframe. �Can we have this fight another time, please?� he begged. �Fine. Tell Sam that Meredith got settled with Zoey just fine,� Donna said before pushing past Josh to get to her desk. |
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