A/N: Well this is it. Thank you to everyone who has supported this story along the way. And sorry if you were waiting for an elaborate epilogue. It really isn't. Due to some major sickness on my part, I haven't been around the computer as much as I would have liked. I hope you aren't too disappointed.

Side-note: Though Noah is commonly used in fanfics as the name of Josh and Donna's child, I wanted to use it anyway. I have thought about naming my own childe Noah, so I didn't feel like a sell-out.

Also, Aubrey, for those who probably forgot, is the name of the baby that so long ago kept Donna from having an abortion one day in a deli.

Epilogue

Fifteen Years Later

"He's going to be here."

"He's flying all the way out from California. It's okay. He's really not."

Donna folded her arms squarely across her chest after a brief detour to catch a fallen strand of his blonde hair. "He will too. Your father wouldn't miss this for the world. This is the most important thing to him right now."

Her son cocked a Lyman brow. "Except winning another Presidential election and the Mets winning the pennant."

"Even more than both."

"Yeah, right," a small voice squeaked from the stairs.

"Aubrey!" Her brother whined. "Shut up and get ready for elementary school."

The little girl shrugged as she made her way back up the stairs before making one last statement. "At least when I'm in my prime, you'll already be worrying about middle age." With that she scampered.

"She's only five years younger," Noah whined.

Donna shrugged. "I tried to make her less like your father, but some things are just unavoidable."

Then, as if on cue, there was a loud noise in the front yard. Both mother and son looked at one another before announcing. "He's here."

That he was. Josh was standing in the front yard still by the car door he had slammed shut moments before. "No! Are you out of your mind? I mean it, Sam! Have you fallen on your head? Don't move a muscle till I fly out there." He paused. "Except to go get me Teddy so I can kill him." He looked up to see his wife and son giving him questioning glares. His daughter quickly joined the crowd.

He pulled the phone away from his ear as his next victim was fetched. "Hey," he said sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's okay." His daughter shrugged. "I don't care if we ever make it to school."

"I bet," he replied. "Are you guys ready to go?"

"They need to eat some breakfast first." Both kids silently complained at that, knowing that Dad would always treat them to fast-food goodness.

Josh shrugged his agreement as he started toward the door. He put the phone to his ear to confirm whether Teddy had made it to the line yet. As predicted, he had not.

"How's Uncle Sam?" Noah asked before grimacing at the pun.

"The country is it's usual Hell of Republican executive control. That will change in less than a month. Your literal uncle is being a literal pain in my"

"Josh," Donna hissed. It always took him a few moments to remember that his children were still in fact children.

"Side," he said eyes wide. "Side, Donna." He feigned innocence. "What else would I say?"

The children were biting back their grins. It had been over a month and a half since they had seen their mother and father banter together. They knew that he slipped in some nights when he was coming to Washington, but they hadn't gotten to have much family interaction since the Democratic Convention.

"Sit down, guys, and eat your breakfast," Donna said turning her attention to the food.

"Geez," Josh said to himself. "What is taking this worthless piece of…" He smiled to his wife. "Campaign equipment, so long?"

"Can you just call Teddy back later?" Donna pleaded as her eyes briefly traveled to the children. "Some of us might like a little you time."

Josh began to nod, but was interrupted by Teddy's voice coming on the line. He held up a hand and gave a brief look of apology before running up the stairs to speak at will. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled, though he was still in eyesight.

"Do you think that he knows how much his voice carries?" Aubrey asked.

"You aren't going to fuck up this campaign in the eleventh hour! I don't care how ballsy you think that speech is, you are not fucking going to do it!"

"No," Donna retorted dejectedly. "He really doesn't." She sighed as she began to collect the dishes off the table. "Grab your bags and go sit in the car. I'll send him out in a minute."

Josh came down just as the children were heading out the door. "Somebody's in trouble," his curly-hair daughter singsonged with a giggle before bouncing out the door.

"What?" he asked before looking to his son for help. Noah simply shrugged and walked on. Josh then decided to turn his attention to his lovely wife. "Donna!"

Her response was to walk the distance between them. Before he could make up an excuse for whatever he did, Donna pressed him against the wall and kissed him.

Seconds later, and quite breathless, Josh pulled away to look at her. "Trouble, huh?"

"Oh yeah," she murmured before kissing him again. "But we'll deal with it when you come back here after Noah's thing."

He continued with the impromptu make-out session. "I can't. I have a flight out of here at 10:30."

She shook her head as she pulled away and began to nibble on his neck. "Nope." Another tantalizing bite. "Hope you don't mind, but I had you rescheduled for 12:45. That way…" she kissed her way slowly up to his mouth once more. "You can just meet them in Denver."

"I love you," he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I know," she said kissing him as her hands began to explore more than his chest.

He moaned his pleasure as he forgot everything except the fact that he was holding the woman of his dreams in his arms. And that he was about to carry her up the stairs and have his way with her.

She kissed him one final time before pushing herself away. "Not now."

"Huh?"

"The kids? Remember them?"

"Right," he nodded as the previous knowledge that he had a life started to come back to him. With that he turned toward the door and took a couple calming breaths before appearing before his children.

"Wow," Noah said as his dad hopped in the car. All the boy saw was the flushed face and the contorted expression. "I guess Mom let you have it."

"Yes," Josh groaned. "Yes, she did."

"Sorry," Aubrey offered. "We should have pretended not to hear you on the phone."

"You heard me on the phone?" And here he thought that he had did a good job this time.

"Yeah…" Noah said casting him a suspicious glance.

Working in Washington forever and being the main guy on several national campaigns gave him what he thought was enough game to outsmart a fifteen year old child. Josh shrugged as they pulled out of the drive. "I just thought it was your mother's weird lurkiness once again."

Then again…maybe not.

But it didn't matter to Josh as he drove down the road with his children in his sights and his wife eagerly waiting him at home. His family was good. He was about to get his best friend elected President of the United States.

What else could he ask for?

"Dad," Noah said as fished around in his father's pocket for his cell phone. "Your phone is ringing."

"Thanks," he said before looking at the number. Taking a deep breath, he flipped it open. "Yeah Sam?"

"Forget it."

"Forget what?"

"It's all over. My campaign, my life and possibly my marriage. I know I told you that I liked redheads because they are fun and perky and have this creative streak that is just beyond adorable, but I change my mind. They're too unpredictable. And I think I possibly may be asked to secede from the Union and become a member of a remote country in sub-Saharan Africa."

"Yeah…"

"Unless Africa won't take me. They already have enough problems with AIDS and genocides and the Western world forgetting that people live there. This is bad on so many levels."

Josh glanced at his watch before taking his son's right wrist and verifying that he indeed still wore crappy watches. It was a quarter till eight in the morning.

Yup.

He had all he could ask for and more.

And was loving every minute of it.

The End

Endnote: Of course I would have to have one! (snicker)

This story is because of and for Holly. For years I have been your friend and watched you writing these works, but it wasn't until I wrote one on my own that I fully understood your world of fan fiction.

Thank you for always being there for me. I don't know what I would do without you!

I don't know when I will write again, but this will not be my last story! Thank you everyone for your patience throughout the past year!

Take care!