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durham_knits at 01:44pm on 24/09/2003
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leiascully, one drabble each for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snack.
Domestic Bliss (Breakfast) (Toby/Andi, G)
"Coffee," he grunts, stubling to the kitchen. It's been that way since I married him, since I divorced him, and twice as badly since the twins were born. The most important meal of the day and he wastes it downing mug after mug of black sludge before he's awake enough to notice the screaming babies and piles of bills for a house we can't afford, and I wonder why I let him talk me into marriage again.
But then the caffeine has kicked in, he feeds Molly banana mush, and Huck flings his sippy cup. Toby smiles, and I remember.
Dining, Presidential Style (Lunch) (Bartlet, G)
I can't eat like a teenager, anymore, she says. Red meat will be my death, she says. Well, a little bit of prime Omaha steak never killed anyone.
All right. Maybe it has. Abbey's a doctor, I suppose she knows these sorts of things, but I absolutely refuse to eat only vegetables in one sitting.
Right. It's a salad, yes. And people eat salads everyday. I even saw Toby eating one, but I'm the President and I think I can choose my own lunch
I set the steak aside, and can almost imagine the ghost of Dolores Landingham applauding.
Fast Forward (Dinner) (Josh/Donna, G)
"This stupid dress won't zip." Donna yanked the door of Josh's office open and gestured wildly for him to get inside. "We're late. And your watch sucks, dont even try to tell me we're on time!"
Josh couldn't help but tiptoe around her, when she was like this it was hormones, Abbey told him, but it was too dangerous to bring that topic up.
It was his fault they had so many state dinners to attend, his fault she was wearing maternity evening gowns, and certainly his fault that Donnatella Lyman was the Second Lady.
He wouldn't change a thing.
Midnight Snack (Josh/Donna, G)
He woke with a start, a snort, and a curse once he realized he'd drooled all over the budget figures. His watch said midnight, but it was probably after since, as Donna always reminded him, his watch sucked. He wanted to sleep for a few days, but the OMB would need confirmation if the President approved...
He stumbled to find caffeine, only to come face to face with Donna. In her hands were a Starbucks' cup and a bagel. "Just a snack to keep us up. Its not coffee..."
Who needed coffee? Donna was there, and she was his focus.
leiascully, one drabble each for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snack.Domestic Bliss (Breakfast) (Toby/Andi, G)
"Coffee," he grunts, stubling to the kitchen. It's been that way since I married him, since I divorced him, and twice as badly since the twins were born. The most important meal of the day and he wastes it downing mug after mug of black sludge before he's awake enough to notice the screaming babies and piles of bills for a house we can't afford, and I wonder why I let him talk me into marriage again.
But then the caffeine has kicked in, he feeds Molly banana mush, and Huck flings his sippy cup. Toby smiles, and I remember.
Dining, Presidential Style (Lunch) (Bartlet, G)
I can't eat like a teenager, anymore, she says. Red meat will be my death, she says. Well, a little bit of prime Omaha steak never killed anyone.
All right. Maybe it has. Abbey's a doctor, I suppose she knows these sorts of things, but I absolutely refuse to eat only vegetables in one sitting.
Right. It's a salad, yes. And people eat salads everyday. I even saw Toby eating one, but I'm the President and I think I can choose my own lunch
I set the steak aside, and can almost imagine the ghost of Dolores Landingham applauding.
Fast Forward (Dinner) (Josh/Donna, G)
"This stupid dress won't zip." Donna yanked the door of Josh's office open and gestured wildly for him to get inside. "We're late. And your watch sucks, dont even try to tell me we're on time!"
Josh couldn't help but tiptoe around her, when she was like this it was hormones, Abbey told him, but it was too dangerous to bring that topic up.
It was his fault they had so many state dinners to attend, his fault she was wearing maternity evening gowns, and certainly his fault that Donnatella Lyman was the Second Lady.
He wouldn't change a thing.
Midnight Snack (Josh/Donna, G)
He woke with a start, a snort, and a curse once he realized he'd drooled all over the budget figures. His watch said midnight, but it was probably after since, as Donna always reminded him, his watch sucked. He wanted to sleep for a few days, but the OMB would need confirmation if the President approved...
He stumbled to find caffeine, only to come face to face with Donna. In her hands were a Starbucks' cup and a bagel. "Just a snack to keep us up. Its not coffee..."
Who needed coffee? Donna was there, and she was his focus.
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