A/N: HAPPY MADAM SECRETARY SUNDAY! So I just found this fic in my Google docs which had been sitting there since forever and thought I'd post it. I wrote it after the prompt appeared on tumblr and I know someone has already written it, but another fic can't hurt right? Hope you guys enjoy it! And as always, leave me some love in the reviews, I love reading them x :)

Stevie hunted for her dad on a Saturday morning in the McCord household, finally locating him in the home office. "Dad, can I use the iPad? I left my laptop at Stacey's and I need to use it for a paper."

"Yeah, sure, go ahead and use it. It's on the nightstand," he smiled.

"Thanks, dad." She dropped a kiss to his cheek and climbed the stairs to her parents' bedroom. Spotting the tablet, she grabbed it and retreated into her room to write up her paper.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she skimmed through journal articles, looking for the part she needed. Until the first message came in.

Half an hour more to go. This guy keeps mansplaining, send help xx

At first, she thought that her mom messaged the wrong person, then she remembered that the iPad was tagged to her dad's phone. Shrugging, she shifted her focus back to her assignment. Her parents' messages weren't that much of a bother. And then the reply came.

Wish I could help, babe. How does ice-cream sound? I'll grab your favorite flavor from the store.

Stevie sighed, half in frustration half in envy for her parents' relationship. The incoming messages were certainly distracting her from her schoolwork, so with a few taps, the notifications for the app were turned off.

Within half an hour, her essay was completed. She wasn't a big fan of them, but having had english lit classes in high school, they were fairly manageable. She leaned back in her chair and huffed a sigh of relief. Maybe it was a good time to have a nap, she thought.

Some part of her, however, couldn't help but wonder what her parents texted about. A peek wouldn't hurt, right? It wasn't a secret that they had all her texts in the iPad, along with her siblings'. With her finger hovering over the app, she opened it and her face instantly turned red.

She found herself looking at an image of her mom, clad in lingerie under her office wear. Oh god, she did not need to know about her parents' sex life! How the hell did ice-cream turn into this?! Curiosity got the better of her and blushing, she furiously scrolled to the last message she saw.

E: Oh yes, that would be heavenly. 20 minutes til I'm released from this meeting, baby

H: I'll pop by the store now

E: God I love you

H: I know ;) I love you too, babe xoxoxo

Stevie wasn't sure to feel disgusted or pleased with the fact that her parents were so in love, even after 3 decades of being together. She turned back to the texts.

E: Hey y'know, we could have some fun with the ice-cream later.

H: What kind of fun? ;)

E: Eating off each other ;)

Oh god.

H: Babe you're tempting me. How bout I just eat you?

E: I have no objection to that, Dr. McCord. Just left the office btw xoxo

H: Great, just got home from the store too. Can't wait for you to be home. No Rules Saturday is on!

E: Uh huh ;)

E: Been waiting to surprise you with this too…

And there it was, the picture. Magnified by the size of the screen, it looked a lot worse than it actually was. Her shirt was unbuttoned beyond what was considered appropriate in the office, revealing her cleavage in a risqué black lace bra that barely covered anything. Stevie somehow managed to form a coherent thought, wondering if her mom forwent her camisole since her shirt was of a dark color. Shoving the thought out of her head, she cringed at the whole thing.

Shutting the app and wiping any trace of her sleuthing, she turned off the screen and ran down to the kitchen, where her dad was.

"I...u- uhm, you might wanna delete that app, y'know, the one that tracks all of our phones," she stuttered, looking down.

"Oh?" Henry looked at her, confused.

Stevie grew frustrated; how thickheaded could he be?! "What I mean is, your texts to mom are accessible here." She chucked the blasted device on the kitchen island and ran up the stairs into her room, heart pounding and face flushed. She wasn't gonna wait around for the pieces to click in Henry's mind.

"Oh," he said after a minute, the tips of his ears burning in embarrassment. Just then, his wife strode into the house, a smirk on her face.

"Hey, babe, you're a sight for sore eyes." She pecked him on the lips, then saw his face. "What happened?"

He ran a hand through his hair, smiling sheepishly in embarrassment. "Stevie used the iPad to do her work and, uh, our texts are in there. And by texts, I mean those texts."

Her cheeks grew pink, but she was nowhere as flustered as Henry. "Whoops? Well at least she knows her parents are still in love," she grinned. Reaching around Henry, she grabbed the ice-cream on the counter and started eating mouthfuls of it, moaning as the taste hit. "This is so good."

Recovering slightly from the mishap, Henry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her thoroughly. "Mm, delicious."

"Of course." She then placed the ice-cream down, something she rarely did after only a few bites. Popping a few buttons on her blouse, she wound her arms around his neck. "So...is No Rules Saturday still on?" she asked, feigning innocence.

Wordlessly, he picked her up, eliciting a squeal from her as he carried into their bedroom, the pint of ice-cream in hand.