A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it. Mac just surprises me at every turn. I should start my own polls... You guys tell me if she should win the election or not. Sheesh.

You've Been Served

Rod stayed away for a month. His job was demanding, and he loved it. Seeing as how he didn't have to be in Washington for any real reason, he stayed in New York for a month.

Michelle stayed at his penthouse while he wasn't there, and sometimes when he was. He couldn't give her up. She was just so much easier to handle. Mac was too much of everything. She was too smart, too commanding, too beautiful and too good for him.

That month that he took away from his family, he reflected on the fact that Mac was carrying some other man's child. He watched the TV for the reports of her pregnancy. Nothing had come up. It was as if what she had told him didn't even exist. Maybe she had given up the baby. He watched her press conferences and knew that she hadn't. She looked great, and she moved more carefully than usual. Her hair had slowly gone back to her natural red as it always did when she was pregnant. Her face, though it glowed, was harder than he remembered. Had he done that to her?

He woke up one Saturday morning, and turned on the TV. Michelle lay curled up next to him as he raised the volume. "President Mackenzie Allen has officially filed for divorce from Commissioner of Baseball/ husband Rod Calloway this week."

"What?" Rod sat bolt upright in bed.

"First Gentleman Calloway allegedly committed adultery back in November. The two have been legally separated for four months. He currently resides in New York due to his position."

"What's wrong baby?" Michelle asked not able to focus so early in the morning.

Rod got out of bed and began to dress going to his Secret Service agents at his door. "Get me Marine one, I want to go home now."

"Ma'am," Mac looked up at General Kreager, "The six ports controlled by Al Quaeda, are the same six that President Bush allocated to the United Arab Emirates back in 2006."

"Are the weapons contained?" Mac asked, She had been in the sit room for the past Half an Hour.

"The ones that we've found, have been contained, but they have been working this for twenty years, who knows how many they have already let through." The homeland security chairman said.

"Is there a way to track the weapons?" Mac asked staring at the six ports located in Baltimore, Florida, New York, Texas, Washington, and San Francisco.

"We're on that ma'am," Kreager stated. Mac nodded and stood up.

The room came to attention as she walked towards the door. "Keep me posted gentlemen, I have an appointment to keep. Lets maintain our cool shall we?"

"Yes ma'am." They all said and filed out of the room.

She walked towards the medical wing, bottle of water in hand. She was taking a long drink as she felts someone take a hold of her arm. "Is this how I had to find out? Through the news, do I not merit a fucking phone call just so I know that my wife has decided that she was leaving me?"

Mac looked down at Rod's hand that was clutching her arm, then up at him as if he were completely insane. Rod dropped his hand and she turned to face him. "All right..." She walked away towards the oval. Rod followed her; she was so infuriating when she kept her reactions to that cold stare. He wanted to get a rise out of her; he wanted it to matter to her. She walked to her desk and routed through her drawers and fished out an envelope. "You've been served."

"Why? I said I needed to think."

"I thought it over, and you were right. You do know me well. I'm keeping it, and I don't want to have to deal with your attitude towards an innocent baby." Mac turned and headed back to the door, "Besides, you're still seeing Michelle."

Rod stood rooted to his place. Of course she knows; She's the President of the United States.

"Unbelievable." Becca said as she watched the continuing reports on television. "They didn't even discus this with us."

"They looked so happy." Horace asserted.

"She asks us to forgive him, and we live with him here for like a moth he gets bored and leaves. We used to always talk about shit like this."

"Oooh," Amy said at her sister's language. Becca only rolled her eyes and slouched in her seat.

"Becca... It's not about you." Horace said standing up.

"What's gonna happen?" Amy asked taking a hold of her big sisters arm.

Becca softened and wrapped her arms around her sister. "I don't know Amy, but everything is going to be okay. I promise."

Kate walked out of her bedroom and noticed the huddle on the couch. She moved closer and realized what she was hearing as she watched streaming video of Michelle Higgins walking out of the building where Rod lived.

"Maybe you guys should go talk to your mom." Kate said, "Maybe she can make it clear for you. Maybe during snack time?"

"Yeah that's a good idea." Becca tells Amy, "We'll all go."

Mac sat back at her desk. She had just heard her baby's heartbeat for the first time. It was healthy and thriving. She was now eleven weeks along and figured it was time to start letting the kids in on her little secret. She really wasn't sure what to say.

She was surprised to see all three of them appear at her door at four. She smiled and gave them each a hug. "Hey kids."

"Hi mom, we heard about the divorce," Horace said sitting on the couch.

"I'm so sorry guys." Mac apologized sincerely, "I know we hadn't talked about this, wish I had come to you from the beginning but I've not been myself lately."

"What made your mind up?" Becca, Mac and Amy sat in one couch, while Horace stayed on the other.

"I'm..." Mac started, "I have something to tell you guys okay, that is totally going to turn your lives upside down as if it already wasn't"

"Oh my god." Becca braced herself, "Please don't tell me he was still cheating on you and he's gotten that girl pregnant."

"Something like that." Mac said softly trying to find the best words. The kids looked at each other, "I'm pregnant."

"You cheated on dad?" Horace asked.

"We were separated already," Mac answered. Becca cursed in her head. This was all happening because her dad couldn't keep it in his pants. Because of his fragile ego.

"Screw him." Becca said getting up and walking out of the oval.

"Becca..." Mac called after her but the girl kept moving. Amy and Horace remained quiet for a moment. Amy reached out and touched Mac's belly.

"Congratulations mom." Horace said and walked off.

"I really have to make sure to get you healthy food now don't I?" Amy said taking a protective stand.

Mac smiled and hugged her baby close, "That would be nice Amy, Honey." Mac waited a bit before saying, "Remember Amy..."

"Yes I know, don't tell anyone about the baby." Amy said, "Can I tell grandma?"

"Yes, you can tell Grandma." Mac conceded and let Amy go. The little girl gave her mother a kiss and walked towards the door. Mac was left alone with her thoughts, "That went better than I thought." She patted her tummy then walked back to her desk.

"Grandma guess what?" Amy said running into the residence.

Kate put down the book she had been reading and looked at her youngest grandchild. "What is it Amy?"

"Mom's gonna have a baby," Amy was effectively bouncing on her seat. "I hope it's a girl, so that I can dress her up al pretty."

"Your mom is gonna have a what?" Kate asked stunned.

"Mom said she was pregnant."

"Are you sure?"

The little girl nodded and bounced right off the couch again "I'm gonna go think of baby names."

Kate watched her granddaughter run out of the room and shook her head. "Unbelievable," Kate said as she got to her feet and made a slow decent to the oval.

Laura and Vince were in his office discussing something or other, so Kate continued into the oval anyway. Mac sat at her desk looking down at a file. Her reading glasses perched on her nose.

Kate had seen the changes in Mac; they were subtle, but consistent. She had a lot of energy, and had very high spirit. Her hair was red and graying, and now Kate knew the reason why Mac had stopped dying her hair.

"I hear congratulations are in order." Kate stood in front of Mac with her arms folded.

"Only if you mean it." Mac answered dropping the file on the desk and ditching the glasses.

Kate laughed and holds her close, "I thought Rod had had a Vasectomy."

Mac nodded against her mother's chest. "It isn't Rods."

"Oh dear." Kate said, "Who?"

"None of your business," Mac said as her mother let go.

"Was it worth this?" Kate asked. Mac smiled slightly a glint in her eye that told her the answer. "Well I hope it was good."

Mac laughed at her mother's bluntness then her face grew serious. "Thank you for being here for me mom. I need you more than ever."

So should she win? Let me know if you review.