A/N: I just wanted to start off by saying that I had the ideas for this story and began writing before RedStateCICfan posted. I don't intend for this to be as good as that, because I really have enjoyed it. But I don't want people to think I copied the idea (including the part about asking Kelly to get a test), I really came up with those parts on my own. Right, so on with the show.

"Madame President?" Jim Gardner, White House Chief of Staff noticed his boss seemed to be tuning out the morning security briefing.

"Oh, yes." MacKenzie Allen had in fact not been paying the slightest bit of attention. There was no new information being presented, and a sudden wave of nausea had just come over her.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

"Yes, I just" and then she could feel it coming. "Excuse me." She got up from the couch and almost ran out a side door to the Oval into the bathroom, leaving the men in the Oval rather stunned.

The President returned a few minutes later, still looking flustered. "I'm sorry about that, I think I might be coming down with a bug. Where were we?" She tried to sound as convincing as possible.

"Well, we…" the National Security Advisor started to answer.

"We were just finishing up, ma'am." Jim made eye contact with the NSA telling him 'yes, we're done.'

Everyone in the room stood and thanked the President for her time. Jim stayed back. He crossed the room to shut the door behind the departing gentlemen. Closing the door, he turned to the President. "Ma'am, are you sure you're okay, you…"

Mac held up her hand to stop him. She nodded, "I'm fine Jim, really, thank you."

That was his cue to leave. "Thank you Madame President." As he headed down the hall to his own office, he ran across the First Gentleman, Rod Calloway, coming out of the Roosevelt Room.

"Hey Jim." Rod acknowledged the Chief of Staff. Although they didn't get along as if they were best friends, they respected each other, and their roles in supporting the President.

"Rod, I'm glad I ran into you." Jim told Rod about the incident in the Oval. Before he could finish, Rod had begun to walk away, towards the Oval Office.

"Good Morning Mr. Calloway," Vince Taylor, the President's personal aide greeted him as he entered the outer office.

"Morning Vince, is she?" Rod pointed to the door.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Mac was sitting behind her desk with her head in her hands. She looked up when she heard the door open. As soon as she saw her husband, she knew why he was there. Jim had rated her out. She figured he wasn't to blame, it's not every day that the President of the United States just runs out of a meeting to get sick.

"I'm fine" she stressed before he could even shut the door behind himself.

"Well there's a preemptive strike if I've ever seen one. You don't even know what I came in here for."

Mac just gave her husband that look that said 'oh, please.' "Okay, sorry, what did you need?"

Rod grinned, "I came to see if you were okay." By this time he had breached the gap between them and was sitting on her desk in front of her. Mac just slapped his knee and he pretended to be hurt. "What, I can't ask my wife how she's doing this lovely day?"

Mac leaned back in her chair. "You can, but one, this is no lovely day Rod, look outside." She was right, it was rather dark outside and it had been raining since the early morning. "And second, you can't when you already have consulted with my Chief of Staff."

"Okay, but really, what happened?"

"I don't know. I was listening to the briefing and then I just suddenly felt very sick."

"Was it something you ate?"

"Unless someone poisoned my coffee, I don't think so."

"Hmm, but you really feel okay now?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Because we can clear your schedule, you can go back up to the Residence and rest."

"Unfortunately we both know that this job doesn't allow for sick days, Rod."

There was a knock at the door before Vince peeked in. "Ma'am the minority whip is here."

"Just give me a minute then send him in." Mac turned to her husband. "See? Time to go back to work. I'm really okay, I feel 100 better now."

"Okay," Rod stood up, still skeptical. "Call for me if you need me, okay?" After Mac nodded he headed out the side door.

After her meeting with Senator Tallman, Mac headed to the kitchenette to get some more coffee. She ran into Jim doing the same.

"You tattled on me." She approached him with a smile, which relieved his apprehension at the remark.

"Guilty."

After he left, she sat down at the table. She began to ask herself what really happened this morning. Why did she get sick? It reminded her of when she was pregnant and the morning sickness she got. Wait. The morning sickness. Oh no.

Suddenly, she couldn't think. She needed to talk to Rod. Walking back through the outer office to the Oval she asked Vince to tell the First Gentleman to meet her in the Residence. And she asked him to clear what he could of her schedule. With that she practically dove out the door onto the portico, startling the agent posted there. She walked as fast as she could, not even noticing the rain blowing in that was beginning to get her wet.

Back in the Residence, Rod rushed into their bedroom. "Are you feeling sick again?"

Mac was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window. "No, but I think I know why I got sick."

"Was it the poisoned coffee?" This made her laugh.

"No. I think it might be your fault." Rod didn't say anything, he just went and sat beside her.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"No."

"Think."

He tried. How could he make his wife sick. Unless it was morning sickness. Wait. Oh no.

"Wait. You mean?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you sure?"

"Not yet."

"Oh." Rod now joined his wife in staring blankly at the wall. After a minute or so, Mac broke the silence.

"What are we going to do?" Rod was silent, so she continued to voice her anxiety. "We can't be parents again, not right now. Hell, not ever again. We're too old. Not to mention the minor detail of me being the President of the United States." Before she could continue with her reasons why they couldn't be having another baby, Rod turned to face her and held her face in his hands.

"Hey. Hey. Listen to me. We can do this, and we will do this. Let's find out for sure before we go freaking out."

"Okay."

"Okay."

A/N: That's it for now, I need to go to sleep. I hope to have more up very soon. Please let me know what you think.