FInally! I have been trying to post this for a week. Anyway, I enjoyed reading all of your stories in the mean time... and I am up to chapter 11 now so it's all good. And I came up with a new idea too.

Here we will see the twinkies take a more active role in the story. Mac and Becca will reach an understanding.So will Rod and Horace... lol well I'm not even half way done with this story so I'm gonna let y'all read on. I would post more, except I have a real Tense problem, and it would just look weird if I posted the rest of the chapters without reading them.

Ciaito,

S.K.

Confrontation

"We'll just tell him that mom told us what happened and we just wanted to get it straight from him." Becca said.

"Do you think he'll fall for that?" Horace asked.

"Trust me Horace, Mom was totally out of it this morning, if she were a totally different woman, she would have probably told us what he did just to hurt him." Becca said, "It must have been major."

"Okay," Horace said stepping around a Secret Service agent patrolling the hall where their father now resided.

They knocked on their father's door and he opened it. "Hey listen, my kids are here, I'll talk to you later." Rod said into the phone as he let the twins in. He hung up and put the phone down on his dresser, "hey guys."

"Hey dad." Horace stepped into the room after his sister.

"How's your mom?" Rod asked trying to figure out what they knew about the situation.

"How is she supposed to feel dad?" Becca asked, "What were you thinking?"

"Guys, I really didn't mean to hurt your mom. I certainly didn't want her to find out like that." Rod said.

"No, You didn't want her to find out at all." Becca said, taking the lead seeing that Horace really didn't know how to get what he wanted out of his father. "Yet, Here we are. You've probably destroyed her."

"That bad?" Rod asked not able to believe that Mac had told them about the affair. But then again, the media would have let them know about it soon enough. He had just gotten a call from Michelle that she was thinking of selling her story.

"Maybe, we'd understand it better if we understood why." Horace added.

"I don't know why," Rod said, "There is certainly no good excuse to cheat on your mother."

"You cheated on her?" Becca said stunned.

"You fucking bastard," Horace said cocking his arm back and letting his fist connect with his father's face.

"I can't believe this," Becca said knowing exactly what was going to happen to her in the next week of school. "What's wrong with you? How could you be so stupid?"

"I'm sorry." Rod said, as Horace headed out of the room flinging the door wide open, causing it to slam against the wall.

"It's because she's the president isn't it?" Becca said, "Is your male ego that fragile?"

"Becca…" Rod reached out for his daughter.

"Don't," Becca jerked away from him, "you're pathetic." She turned and ran; she ran all the way back to the residence. She only slowed down when she saw her mother's door was ajar.

She took slow tentative steps towards it and peeked inside. There was a lump on the couch. Becca got closer and saw her mother's sleeping form. Her messy brown hair framed a face that looked so tired and old compared to the usually more vibrant woman she was used to seeing. The stress of being president never made her look this bad. The presidency made her glow. This was not, the woman she had always known.

She kneeled in front of Mac and watched her a bit until the maid came into the room with a broom and dustpan. "Hi," Becca whispered walking to her.

"Hello Miss Rebecca, I just cleaning this mess here." The maid said.

"What happened?" Rebecca said noting the smashed soap dish and ceramic soap pump. All of her mother's makeup bottles and compacts were smashed and splattered over the walls and floor.

"The President had an accident," the maid said.

"Oh," Rebecca said imagining what it could have been. Her mother wasn't someone that she had ever seen angry, but she could relate. "Hey, let me clean it for you." Becca said taking the broom from the older woman.

"But..." The maid said a bit nervously.

"Please..." Becca said, The maid nodded and headed towards the door. She turned back once more and Becca put a finger to her lips so that she would not tell anyone. The Maid smiled at her and headed out of the room with a wink.

Mac stirred as she heard the mess in the bathroom being picked up. She sat up as she heard the sobs that emanated form it. She got up and walked stiffly to the bathroom, and saw her daughter Rebecca cleaning up the mess that she had made. Mac reached out and ran fingers through Becca's long black locks. "I came to check on you, and found the bathroom a mess, so..."

"It's not your mess to clean." Mac said, taking her daughter's hands in hers.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked noting the dark circles under her mother's eyes and her hands were cut, and so were her feet.

"I will survive." Mac said, beginning to clean her mess, "I'm the President of the United States."

Rebecca began to help her. "Mom, can you forgive him?"

Mac looked at her daughter and realized that she knew what had happened. She sighed, "I don't know Becca," She said sweeping the last of the glass on to the dust pan that her daughter held. "Can you?"

"It wasn't me he cheated on." Becca said tossing the debris into the trash can.

"But you have to be able to forgive him. You are his child." Mac answered holding her daughter's shoulders.

"How could you say that?" Becca asked.

"Because, I have to deal with it my way." Mac said signaling to the still makeup stained bathroom floor. "I have cried, and can now put things in perspective. Don't get me wrong, it hurts like hell, but he's not a bad man."

"But he..." Becca started.

"Aside from what he's done to me," Mac said straining, "He's a good dad. He needs your forgiveness."

"Well I can't right now," Becca said heading out of the bathroom and sitting on the couch her mom had been sleeping in.

"Fair enough." Mac said sitting next to her.

"You should see the shiner Horace gave him." Becca said, "I was so proud of him."

"Becca..." Mac said, then they sat there in silence for a few seconds, "a shiner huh?"

"Yeah, it was awesome." Becca said smiling. Mac couldn't help but smile back.

Rod walked towards The West Wing. He had to see Mac, and he knew that she had a few things pending at the office and that was probably the only place he would probably be able to see her.

He looked around the West Wing and noticed how empty it was. Jim came out of his office and they nearly collided. "Hey there Rod," Jim said looking up at him oddly.

"Hey Jim," Rod said.

"Been in a fight?" Jim said stopping in front of him signaling to his blackened eye.

"Oh," Rod said touching his eye, "Having a little trouble with Horace."

"Teenagers," Jim said patting his shoulder.

"Jim have you seen Mac?" Rod asked.

"No she's in Residence, she was not feeling well today." Jim said with a surprised expression. Rod nodded to him and walked back to the East wing. He should have known that Mac would probably not talk to anyone and the twins had conned the information out of him.

Rod took the steps to the residence by two. When he got to the residence doors the Secret service agents stopped him.

"Come on guys, It's just me." Rod said reaching out to the door.

"Sorry sir, President's orders," one of the two men said ready to beat him down if they needed to.

"I need to see her now!" He shouted.

"The president has ordered for the First Gentleman to stay at least fifty feet away from her at all times. Right now sir, she is in Residence," the other said.

"This is ridiculous!" He tried to get past them, but the two men pinned him down unapologetically.

"Just doing our jobs sir." They said as Kate came out to see what the fuss was about.

"What the heck... The president is resting right now." She said then saw Rod.

"Kate!" Rod said as he shook the agents off of him, "Kate, how is she?"

"How the hell do you think she's doing?" Kate said.

"Kate I need to speak with her," Rod said.

"That's not up to me, She isn't ready to talk to you yet. I've never seen her so angry." Kate said.

"But I..." Rod started but Kate cut him off.

"Give her time," Kate said, "Maybe she'll let you come to thanksgiving dinner. Just don't push it."

Just then the doors open and Mac stepped out of the residence stiffly. She looked at Rod and he watched as a flash of anger and sadness came to her eyes before she looked away. She turned to the agents and nodded a greeting to them. "Follow me," She said to rod taking tentative steps towards the elevator. "I need you to shut up and listen to me for a minute."

Just then the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. Mac pushed the button for the gym floor and as soon as the elevator shifted she pulled the stop lever.

As the elevator came to a stop, Mac rounded on him. Her anger was beginning to surface again. "It is only a matter of time till everyone knows what happened. I can't stop it and I frankly don't care right now. If you ever want to be able to talk to me again you need to give me space. Don't try to talk to me until I am ready to talk to you. I don't want a repeat of today, because the secret service will kill you."

Rod stood there a bit stunned, then a bit angry. He opened his mouth to say something but again she cut him off. "Stop you lost your right to get angry at me. I don't want to take legal action yet, I want to wait until your little bitch goes public, and then I will see how I feel about the whole thing. And if I need you out of the house completely." Then she pushed in the stop lever back to its original position.

Once the elevator reached the Gym, Mac brightened, "Oh and congratulations, I've made a few calls... Seems like John Jacobs rejected the position and you are now the commissioner of Baseball." Then she walked away from the elevator and into the Gym as Rod watched her. James peeked out at him and glared. Through the glass walls of the gym he watched as his wife walked stiffly to the locker room and the masseuse, a tall handsome man set up his table near the pool. Rod could not help but feel jealous.

"What the hell Rod?" He scolded himself, "It's only Terry." Then the elevator doors closed.