A/N: Oh no she DIDN'T.

As Mac walked back to her office with Rod, she had this nagging feeling that she had just done the wrong thing. She couldn't find a reason that she shouldn't have announced it right now... she was already into her second trimester. But she still felt wrong.

"You did great, Mac," Rod told her, slipping his hand into hers.

"Thanks..." Mac said vacantly.

"Honey? Something wrong?" Rod said, looking over at her and squeezing her hand.

"I don't know," she replied honestly. "Let's talk in my office." They walked quietly into the Oval, and sat down on one of the plush couches in the middle of the room. Mac sat and Rod sat down right next to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her softly.

"Love you," he told her quietly, with a small, adoring smile.

"Love you too," she replied. She sighed. "Rod, what am I forgetting? I know I shouldn't feel so wrong about making this announcement... but... Something feels so wrong."

"Sweetheart, it's OK. You're OK. There's nothing wrong with feeling unsure of yourself. I know this is a hard thing. But the hard is what makes it great," he said, brushing her nose with his thumb.

"You're right," she agreed. She snuggled up to him and laid her head on his chest.

"Mackenzie, you are beautiful," Rod told her. He ran his fingers through her thick, soft hair.

She looked up at him, and lost herself in his deep, grey-green eyes. She loved his eyes. "Never stop telling me that," she told him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes from a moment. They were both still for a moment, until Rod moved in again and took her mouth hungrily in another passionate kiss.

Mac moaned softly into the kiss and deepened it further. He tasted so familiar and so delicious to her, and the placement of his hands on her body was incredibly arousing. Rod leaned her back onto the couch and she let herself fall onto the pillows, feeling his warm body on top of her as they continued to kiss. He held most of his weight off of her, but she could feel every inch of him pressing against her gently. She pulled her lips away from his momentarily and whispered, "Take me..."

Rod said nothing, but kissed her long and hard, taking her breath away. His fingers began to unbutton her blouse and found their way inside her shirt. She groaned into his lips and she attempted to unbuckle his belt with one hand, her other buried in his hair. Rod's lips travelled to her neck and his teeth grazed the tender skin. She shivered and he smiled as he gently kissed the place where her neck met her shoulder. That spot drove her crazy.

Mac moaned softly as she felt his warm lips press against that spot on her neck that melted her. She had completely lost touch with reality and was completely focused on the way her husband made her feel. She inhaled deeply and savoured his deliciously masculine scent. She felt his hand slide up her thigh under her skirt and she smiled. He bent his head and began a trail of kisses from her neck to her chest. He kissed between her breasts and she gave another soft moan. He cupped her left breast with one hand and his other hand stroked her thigh. She moaned again, losing herself even deeper in his touch.

There was a knock at the door, and they both looked up as Vince let himself in. He looked startled as he noticed their position, and noticed Rod's hand placement. "Um..." he started.

Mac and Rod immediately put a respectable distance between them. Mac's cheeks flushed deeply as she hurried to re-button her blouse. "What is it, Vince?" she asked.

"Um, Ma'am, Horace and Rebecca are here to see you... they weren't exactly asking, more like telling..." Vince told her, still a little flustered.

"Oh no." Mac felt like she was going to throw up. "Remember when I told you it seemed like I was forgetting something?"

Rod cringed. "Yeah. We definitely forgot something."

Mac didn't even have time to respond before Rebecca burst through the door, followed by Horace. There was fury in her eyes and Mac could almost feel the heat that radiated from them.

"Do you have something you'd like to tell us?" Becca asked, seething.

"Becca..." Mac started.

Becca held up her hand. "Don't even, Mom. How could you do this to us?"

"Rebecca, it's not actually that big of a deal," Rod started.

"Not a big deal?! I know you didn't just tell me that this isn't a big deal." Becca glared at them. I can't even believe you guys."

"Becca..." Mac started again.

"Do you know how I found out I was going to have another sibling?" Becca asked.

"WE," Horace corrected her.

"WE'RE going to have another sibling?" Becca revised. "From my friends. Rachel showed me. On her cell phone."

"Oh, Becca," Mac said, her voice full of regret. "Horace. I'm so sorry. It's just..."

Becca cut her off again. "How are we supposed to trust you? I can't even believe this. You didn't respect us enough to tell us face to face? Thought we could find out with the rest of the country? Is that it?" she exclaimed. Angry tears were starting to fill her eyes.

"Becca?" Mac reached out towards her, but her daughter turned away.

"You guys, you don't really understand..." Rod tried.

"You're right, dad, I guess we don't understand," Horace said. "I guess we don't understand why you thought this would be okay with us. Why you thought we'd just... roll with this or something. If you wanted us to be happy for you guys, maybe you should have told us when you found out, instead of making us wait, like we're just some random, average citizens."

"It's degrading," Becca said.

"Now when you guys decide to act like decent human beings who care about their children's well-being, come talk to us," Horace said.

"But until then," Becca said fiercely, "Leave us the hell alone." With that, the twins left the room, leaving their parents stunned.

A/N: Ah, I'm starting to run myself into a corner with this story. I'm going to have to get creative.... uh-oh! But let's face it, I'd rather write than study! Hope you enjoyed it! XOXO