Thank you guys so much for the read and review. One more chapter left Y'all!

Anyway. I'm 28 to answer Theo's question, and only have one kid he's five and very smart... He can read and I have to keep him away from my laptop at all times. LOL

I thought the whole Brith, Victory, Death thing was total poetic Justice WWF(you know who you are)

and Yes! everything does get complicated because of it. I finished it last night... and I came up with two endings to this. so when I post the next chapter I will also post the alternate ending for this. I think it will make everyone happy.

Read enjoy, I gotta go pick up my boy from school now. Have a great week end guys! I'll post the end on Monday.---S.K.

Her Majesty, Madame President

Mac stepped out on to the platform after Air Force One landed in Heathrow Airport in London. It had only been a week since Katie was born. Mac looked back inside the plane as the nurse that traveled with her stepped out holding the child. Mac had a hard time keeping her balance lately, so she stepped gingerly down the steps.

She was a little disappointed that William hadn't come to meet her, but she figured that he was probably busy. I'll see him when I get to the palace, she thought as she continued down the steps.

She reached for Katie once she was on the ground. Holding the baby close she walked towards the Royal Guard as the Secret Service relinquished control to them. "Your Excellency, I am Natasha Jameson, I am sort of like... your chief of staff."

"Hello," Mac smiled and looked around at the people waiting there with welcome banners. The press, on the other side of the fence, was trying for glimpses of Katie. Mac waved at the people acknowledging their presence.

Natasha looked at the Princess of Wales and thought that she was just perfect for William. "Majesty, we are to go directly to the palace, but we must go through them to get to the cars, is that all right?"

Mac nodded as she draped a receiving blanket over Katie. She stepped forward and used her free hand to shake hands with the girls in front. And some of the older people. She smiled only slightly this was a somber occasion. "Congratulations on the election your Majesty."

Mac turned and spotted the man and smiled, "Thank you, though it is rather bitter sweet."

Soon she was in the car. It was unnerving to be out there without the guys she that trusted the most to guard her. What also weirded her out was that everyone was calling her. It was hard enough to get used to being called Madame president. But your Majesty is even weirder. "Majesty, If I must say so... you sort of remind me of the former Princess of Wales." Natasha said quietly.

Mac looked at her, "Then call me Mac, because that Your Majesty stuff is creeping me out."

"Pardon?" Her assistant said a little taken aback by her response.

"You heard me... It's kind of... I don't know how to explain it. If it makes you feel better, you can call me ma'am."

"Highness, I don't think I would be comfortable with that." Natasha said watching the older woman place her infant into a child carrier.

"It's okay, I'll get used to it." Mac said shaking her head and dismissing it. She felt completely ill at ease with her situation. She needed William. The funeral for the King would be the next day, and Mac knew that preparations were bound to be brutal.

"M... Ma'am, There is other family in the Palace today. Your chambers with His Highness are in the east wing." Mac smiled at Natasha for the effort she was making to make her feel comfortable. "Princes Andrew, the King's brother, and Harry, your brother in law are there with their families. Andrews three daughters with their children."

Mac nodded, and sighed overwhelmed by everything. "Is there anything I need to know, I mean so that I don't offend anyone."

Natasha tilted her head. She really liked this woman so she shook her head. "You married him. You have given him an heir. You've already started on the wrong foot."

Mac laughed, "sounds like Congress."

"I think that you will do just fine."

Mac looked down at Katie. Diana Katherine was fast asleep already. She had had a terrible flight. Her poor ears must have been killing her. She knew she didn't want to make a flight with Katie so young, but there was no question that the Princess should be present at her grandfather's funeral.

"She's absolutely perfect ma'am." Natasha said knowing that Mac had been looking at her sleeping infant.

"God has blessed me I know." Mac stated as she looked out of the window at Buckingham Palace. As they approached the palace, Mac was saddened not to find William at the door. She did however meet endless help. A governess for Katie immediately took the child from her American nurse. She met her personal butler and chamber maiden. She was swept into the Palace with Natasha leading the way towards the chambers.

Her dresser followed her with her garment bags. She perused the wardrobe Mac had brought to go to the funeral in. She was certainly impressed with Mac's sense of style, and felt no need for any changes to be made for the major garments. She looked at what the woman was wearing and figured she should be fun to dress, because she seemed flexible.

Mac couldn't help but keep an eye on the governess. She had Katie, and Mac needed Katie right then. She needed to hold on to something that was hers, as she was whisked away to her suite.

She was finally left alone after all of her bags were brought up and her things were put away for her. The governess had placed Katie in a basinette inside the room at Mac's insistence.

Mac pulled out her cell phone and sat on a rocking chair near the basinette and called home. "Mom, I'm here how are things at home?"

"They are fine honey. How's William?"

Mac let out a frustrated sigh, "I don't know! This is killing me mom. I haven't seen him, only people I have seen, have been staff."

"Well I'm guessing he is preparing for the funeral tomorrow." Kate said

"I know... Mom the entire family is here," Mac whispered as if someone would hear her. "They all hate me."

"Oh come on who told you that? You haven't met any of them."

"That's just it... It's against protocol not to meet me at the door. No one was there. I understand that William is busy... But no one came. Not one of them." Just then the door opened, "gotta go," She said and disengaged the phone call.

"Mac?" William said looking on the other side of the Suite. Katie made a little whimper when she heard the noise.

"Hey." Mac said walking slowly to him. He looked terrible, so aged. It had only been a week and he looked ten years older.

"I must apologize for the terrible reception. I should have been there when you arrived. Natasha told me you took it all in stride."

Mac reached out and touched his face. "I'm fine."

He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. He then took her into his arms for a hug they both needed. Mac held her husband for a few minutes. She loved him there, in her arms. These moments with him were so fleeting she cherished them. Then she heard him sniff slightly. She turned her head and kissed his tear away. "You haven't cried yet." Mac said softly.

"I can't, I need to stop now I've got to go back out there." Mac nodded her understanding as she let him go.

"My shoulders will be here tonight." She said wiping a tear away from his cheek.

William walked to the basinette and smiled down at his daughter. She was awake looking at the unfamiliar shadows in the ceiling. "Hello Katie," he said lifting his tiny daughter into his arms. He brought her to his face and kissed her cheek gently.

He held the baby close then reached his hand out to Mac. Mac looked at him questioningly, but didn't hesitate to take the hand. "Come meet my family."

Mac stood next to William holding his hand, as they lowered the King's casket. She watched both of the King's sons take everything stoically. They both had a saddened look in their eyes, as if they had just realized they were now orphaned. She squeezed his hand as he winced when he heard the thump of the dirt hit the King's casket.

Mac wanted to do more than hold his hand. True to her American nature, she turned her head and tilted it so that their foreheads touched. "You don't have to listen to that." She whispered.

"I did it for mum, I can do it for him."

"But that doesn't mean you should. You shouldn't keep all of this in. This changes everything." Mac whispered. William raised his head and kissed her forehead then took her in his arms and accepted the comforting hug his wife offered.

Mac watched as women about her height modeled dress after dress in front of her. She wasn't interested in this in the least because she was on the phone as she shopped. "So are they threatening to use the weapons?" Mac asked as all of the women lined up in front of her. She had to pick a dress for the King's coronation.

She had already gotten her hair cut to her usual length, glad to drop the excess weight. Her hair was allowed to curl naturally. The texture of her hair had changed significantly during pregnancy. So now her hair fell in naturally loose curls, died in a deep brown with auburn highlights. She felt so much better this way.

"Yes Ma'am" Jim said on the other line as she walked around a woman in a red Carolina Herrera dress.

"Is there any way that we could infiltrate their camp?" Mac asked cursing Bush for the stupidest move in presidential history.

"We are working on it. I believe that they have the CIA on it," Jim answered.

"That one..." Mac said to her dresser.

"Ma'am?" Jim asked.

"Not you Jim. Just ah... Keep me posted, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am" Jim answered before hanging up. Mac had been in London for a week and a half and was glad for the stupid terrorist threats from within the US. She felt more useful that way.

She was tired of having to apologize to William's family for being American. She had already decided that she wasn't going to do it anymore. She was the President of the United States.

She hung up the phone and let her dresser get her current Measurements. She had been exercising and was already down to her original weight. That was made easy because she had been breast feeding, and also due to the fact that she hated the food there.

She walked out after being measured rousting her Secret service guys and signaling them to follow her. Both of them glad to be doing the thing that they were paid to do. She passed by a den. William just happened to be in there and watched as she headed out to run.

Mac wasn't too far out when she heard William shout. "Wait for me."

She jogged in place and waited for him to catch up. He fell into step with her as she continued. They ran in silence for a bit, "I'm going home tomorrow."

William looked at her. "So soon?"

"I have to work. I'm only staying because of the whole coronation thing William or else I would have been gone hours ago," Mac answered, "and I really really miss Amy."

"You... have no idea how much you staying means to me." William said.

"I do... Just like I would love if you would come to my Inauguration in January."

"I will be there." William promised and they ran together.

William kissed his wife one last time before she boarded her plane. He loved that she took all of this in stride. She didn't even bat an eyelash when she was crowned queen. Though she seemed truly unhappy about it afterward. He hadn't told her it was automatic, I guess he had just assumed Mac knew how things worked. She just didn't like that none of it had been communicated before hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." William said again.

"I just like having choices, give me my choices." Mac said then closed her eyes and shook her head. "Never mind, I made that choice the day I married you. Just tell me about these things before hand so that I am prepared."

William kissed the top of Katie's head before handing his baby back to her mother. Katie gave a whimper of protest at being moved form the protective arms of her father. "Bye bye Katie girl, Daddy will see you soon."

"Bye Honey, I'll see you at Christmas." Mac stated and stepped away from him. She turned to look at the faces of her staff. They had come to get her that night, along with the plane. Her secret service took charge of her now and she ran for the stairs. She ran all the way up, stopping only to wave goodbye to him then stepping inside.