Mamma's Boy

S.K. Rowling

Disclaimer: Commander In Chief…. Not mine…. Rod Louries… any questions? Good . Lets get on with it.

A/N: Same as Freaky Friday… except this time it is a Horace story… Duh. Enjoy.

We've tried so Hard

Mac paced the room. She was late, and she was nervous as she paced her bedroom while she waited on the pregnancy test.

Rod sat at the foot of the bed watching her as if he were watching a tennis match. "Mac relax. The results are not gonna come any faster if you keep moving."

"Two weeks Rod. I'm late two weeks. This has to be it." Mac said. They had been trying for two years to get pregnant to no avail. At first yeah it was fun. They hadn't gone at it like that since they first started dating. After a while it got old very fast. It was like a chore. Rod was unwilling to rush home every night when he knew she might be ovulating. Mac on the other hand just wanted to make sure that Rod came.

"sit down with me a second will you?" Rod said pulling her down with him.

Irate Mac sat next to her husband. She just knew the test was negative. She had miscarried three times in the past two years. She knew what it felt like to be pregnant. She didn't feel pregnant. She didn't want to tell him that. She knew Rod didn't find her appealing anymore. "Maybe we should adopt?"

"Mac," Rod said rolling his eyes. He looked at her and sighed, "Let's just get through this, and then we can weigh out our options."

She nodded and then the timer went off. Mac jumped at the ding and looked nervously toward the bathroom. "Oh god it's ready."

"Do you want me to look?" He asked

"Yes..." she said then stood up, "No wait... okay yes."

Rod stopped to look at his wife to make sure she had made up her mind, then headed into the bathroom and picked up the stick that could make or break him. His marriage was fragile and he knew it. This little stick could cost him dearly. He looked at it and peeked at the results. Not pregnant... Not pregnant. He read it again and again before he could compute. "Shit." he whispered.

"Honey what's it say?" Mac asked coming to the door unable to resist any longer.

"I'm sorry honey." Rod stated his eyes downcast.

Mac slumped against the wall. She felt as if she were a failure as a woman. There was nothing wrong with her... and there wasn't anything wrong with Rod. Why on earth couldn't they get this right? "So we'll adopt."