A/N: Fear not, I want to try and keep this as realistic as possible. There will be no jumping the gun…so yes, Mac will be consulting a doctor. However, as I said before I have no idea how this is all going to play out. I think most of it will have to do with the mood I'm in while I write. It's 11:40 pm on my birthday, a Friday night, and I'm writing this chapter before I go to bed and get up at 6 am for a state EMT exam. Hence, this is going to be a short chapter – but I wanted to get something up. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are awesome.

Previously on Nation's First…

Mac had broken into a huge grin, never having loved her husband more. She kept herself from full out running to her bathroom. When she got there, she stopped in the door jam, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She felt a hand on the small of her back. Good, he came, they should do this together.

And Baby Makes Four.

She slowly stepped forward and picked up the test strip from the vanity. With one last glance into her husband's eyes, Mackenzie Allen examined the trivial piece of plastic. It was amazing how the color of this little stick was going to have an enormously profound impact on her life, the lives of her family, and ultimately, the American people.

The moment she fixed her eyes on it, she knew. There was no mistaking the little blue line. Turning to Rod with a single tear forming in the corner of her left eye she could barely speak. "It's, it's…"

"It's blue," he finished for her. "So baby makes four."

"Oh wow. I…I knew it was going to be positive, but I didn't really consider it. This is wonderful and horrible all at the same time."

"A child is not horrible Mac, it's just horrible timing."

"Right, you know I didn't actually mean the baby."

Rod reached over and grabbed the test from his wife. Placing it back down by the sink he wrapped his arm around his wife and led her over to sit on the bed. "So what's the plan, mom?"

"I have absolutely no idea. I've never felt so clueless in my life."

"Well I've got an idea."

"We start packing now?"

"No, don't be ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous about thinking that I can't be 49, pregnant, and then mother to a newborn while running the most powerful country in the world?"

Rod didn't have an answer. He wasn't even sure if there was an answer, other than packing their bags – but he was determined not to let this get in their way, at least not yet. "Let's hold on for a moment, we don't know what's going to happen. First we need to get a positive test from a doctor, and then we've got months to figure it out."

"You're right," she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm getting tired of this whole 'making history' deal." This invoked a humored sigh from Rod. He was trying to come up with a witty response when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Slowly the door opened to reveal all three of their children. Mac realized instantly that they had both just disappeared from dinner.

"Was dinner that bad you couldn't even stay?" Kate Allen with a quizzical look coming up behind the children.

Both Mac and Rod looked at one another, "No, no we just…" they both began to answer simultaneously.

"Sorry, we got sidetracked," Rod finished. They didn't need to verbally confer with one another to agree that now was not the time to share the news.

Amy hopped up onto the bed to sit between her parents. Looking up to Mac she asked, "Mommy, do you have to go back to work already?"

Not understanding where she was coming from, "No, why sweetie?"

Horace answered her questions – "oh, well is here. We thought you went back downstairs already until he came in asking where you were."

"Is he still here?" Horace nodded. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." Mackenzie headed out to the main hall in the Residence where Jim would undoubtedly be waiting.

"Jim."

"Madame President, sorry if I'm interrupting anything."

He had no idea. "No, no it's fine, is everything okay?"

"Yes ma'am, I just wanted to let you know that I've scheduled a meeting with the Joint Chiefs and company for tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about that tonight."

"Thanks." She could tell he wanted to ask her more, otherwise he could have just called. She raised her eyebrows slightly to indicate to him that she would field his question.

"I just wanted to see if everything was all right? If you're feeling okay."

"Yes, I think I just had a bug." Mackenzie realized then that she was going to have the same problem tomorrow. "What time did you say that meeting was tomorrow?"

"9 am, right after senior staff."

Knowing that she was going to be getting sick around 8 am, she wanted to avoid a rather public spectacle. "Could you do me a favor and push those both back an hour?"

Not sure as to why the President wanted to start her day any later than normal, he decided to simply acquiesce her request. "Sure, no problem ma'am."

"Anything else?" She wanted to get back to her family.

"No ma'am, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Jim. Oh Jim – has Kelly gone home yet, do you know?"

"I think she's still here, last I saw her she was finishing up her evening briefing."

"Okay, thanks." Mac needed to get her opinion on a few things. She could have easily asked Jim, but that would involve divulging her pregnancy. Kelly already knew. After Jim left, Mac picked up the phone on one of the hall tables.

"White House operator," a petite voice answered on the other end.

"Kelly Ludlow, please."

"One moment ma'am." There was a click and then a ringing. Mac was finally getting used to the way things were done in the White House. She couldn't remember the last time she dialed a phone herself. And she certainly never carried a purse or anything any normal person would carry every day. Of course, most normal people weren't followed around by dozens of armed men and women nor shut down the roads every time they stepped out of the house.

Mac was pulled out of her pondering by Kelly's voice. "Kelly Ludlow."

"Kelly, do you think you could come up to the Residence before you leave for the evening?"

"Of course ma'am, did you need me right now?"

"No, just whenever you are leaving."

"That will probably be in a half hour, ma'am, is that okay?"

"Excellent, thank you." She hung up the phone and headed back to her bedroom. The crowd had dispersed and there was only Rod and her mother chatting on the sofa.

"You scared the kids off?"

Rod gave a mischievous grin, this time he had a witty remark ready. "Nah, I kicked them out, figured we would need the space."

He received a light slap of his shoulder for this, but the real consequence was from Mac's mother.

"Need the space?"

Looking at each other the both nodded. Of course they should tell Kate now. Mac sat down across from her mom and reached out for her hands. "Well mom," she took a quick look at the door to see that it was closed, "what would you say about another grandchild?"

Kate Allen could not remember having ever been as shocked as she was in this moment. "You're, you're pregnant?"

"No mom, we're going to adopt some kittens." Kate frowned at her daughter, "Yes, I'm pregnant."

"But how?" She was just asking for the sarcasm. But she caught herself before Mac could through some more her way. "I mean, are you sure? You two are not as young as you used to be."

"Tell me about it. We're not 100 percent. A test confirmed it today after I got sick this morning, and I'm going to see a doctor as soon as I can to verify that."

Kate stood and leaned over to hug her daughter. "Well this is excellent, congratulations," she turned to hug Rod next, "both of you."

"Thanks Kate, but we're not entirely sure how this is going to play out in terms of Mac's presidency."

"Well honey, if anyone can juggle all of that, it's you." She was genuinely happy for her daughter. She was slightly alarmed, she knew the risks involved in a pregnancy at her age. But she knew her daughter well, she took care of herself, and she would be here to watch over and help her as well.

The three celebrated and chatted a bit longer, until once again there was a knock at the door. A steward popped his head in and informed them that a Ms. Ludlow had arrived.

"Thanks, Sam."

Rod and Mac headed to meet Kelly, while Kate went to check on the kids. They both greeted Kelly and headed to the President's private study. It was a rather large office, painted a deep shade of green, with plush leather seating around an oak coffee table in one corner.

After that had taken a seat, Mac folded wrung her hands as she contemplated where to begin. Before she had a chance, Kelly broke the silence. "So, I suppose this has to do with," she trailed off.

"Yes, it does. I need your opinion on a few things, maybe you have a good idea about how to go about this without tipping off the press."

"Right, well first off, congratulations." Behind her expressed joy however, Kelly felt a twisting apprehension of what the future would hold for her President and the administration. Whatever the future held, it was not going to be an easy road.

The End. Haha, just kidding, I'm just getting started. I'm not all that thrilled with this chapter, but I'm posting it none-the-less. Let me know what you think. - KP