"What the fuck, Charlie?"

"I don't know any more than that," he said.

Mac was looking at Charlie. "I'm trying to get an advance copy but so far no luck," Charlie said.

"Mac, you know that I," Will started and she interrupted him.

"I know. You don't have to finish that sentence," she said sitting on the corner of his desk and taking his hand.

"Were you at The Plaza the other morning?"

"We are living there, temporarily," Mac said.

"We're doing construction, combining the apartment above and ours into one," Will said.

"You know the paparazzi station themselves outside The Plaza," Charlie chastised.

"I wasn't thinking about them," Will said.

"So who were you outside with the other morning?" Charlie asked.

"I bet it was Kate," Mac said.

"Fuck. I hugged her and kissed her cheek before we went in opposite directions."

"That's it," Charlie said.

"We need to warn her she's about to be in the middle of a story," Mac said.

"We need to kill the story."

"That's not going to happen and you know it, Will."

"I do, but I'd still like it killed."

"Do you want a press release done?" Charlie offered.

"No."

After Charlie left Mac squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry," he said to Mac.

"This is not your fault, Billy. Living at the hotel, even though it is temporary, is going to be harder than at the apartment where we have privacy and no one can come up without permission."

"I need to call Kate."

"We will call her, together."

"Thank you," he said.

Jim pushed Will's door open and said, "there's a story you need to look at, in here. Will you open a browser window?"

Will pushed the mouse toward Jim and let him navigate. Mac came to stand beside Will's chair so she could see the screen. On the website for Page Six was a photo of Kate and the headline read, 'Who is the mystery woman?' Below the picture was a smaller picture of Will kissing Kate.

"Fuck. Who else knows about this?" Will asked.

"As far as I know just us. I have a Google alert set up on your name and that's how I found this."

"Okay. Thanks for showing us. This is going to get worse before it gets better and it's going to distract from the real news and what we do here," Will said.

"You need to do damage control and get out ahead of this," Jim suggested.

"Give us a few minutes, okay?" she asked Jim, touching his shoulder.

"Of course," he said leaving Will's office.

Mac sat on Will's desk. "We need to talk to Lonny about security. We need to talk to Kate. She can't take the boys out right now, she'll get followed and pictures will be taken. We don't need that to happen. Our children do not belong on Page Six."

"I'm sorry," he said leaning his head back.

"This is not your fault. How we handle this is all we can control."

"You are amazingly calm about all this," he said.

"I'm pissed as hell, but not at you. This disrupts our lives and the lives of our children and family."

"So how do we fix this?" he asked.

"We could do a family dinner, out in public, including Michael and Jack, Kate, Jane, you, me and the boys. We make sure our picture is taken and we drop that it's a family dinner and that Kate is your sister. What do you think?"

"Where were you thinking?"

"No where specific. There just has to be paparazzi around."

"I hate having to put everyone through this," he said.

"I know you do, but it will solve the problem."

"I guess we're doing this Saturday evening?" he asked.

"Yes, early though if we're taking the boys with us."

"Are your parents in town? Do you think they'd watch the boys for us while we take care of this, so they don't have to be involved?"

"I'll ask," she said picking up her cell and calling her father.

Will listened to her side of the conversation with Sir David and tried to figure out where they should go for dinner.

When she disconnected she said that her parents would be by about six to watch the boys and that they were thrilled to do so.

"Good. I'd rather them not be drug into this."

"You're a great dad, you know that?" she asked.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Shall we call everyone?"

"Sure, why not."

"Just think of it as a nice meal with family," she said. "Let's start with Lonny and let him know what's going on."

They made all of their calls and everyone was more than willing to help Will. The only person who wouldn't be able to go to dinner was Jack as he was going to be out of town, but Michael and everyone else would be there to support him.

Will was right when he said that the story on Page Six would distract from the news and what they were trying to do. When he went out to pick up lunch for he and Mac the paparazzi were waiting for him. Lonny kept them back but it was a hassle to go down the block for lunch.

When he made it back to the office he went into Mac's office and shut the door, hoping to have a few minutes of peace with her.

She could tell he was unsettled and already tired of the paparazzi. "Thank you for getting lunch, I know that going out was hard."

He shrugged and started on his sandwich.

Mac noticed that he was withdrawn for the rest of the day, even during the broadcast he wasn't as lively as he usually was.

They made it to the hotel and Lonny took them to the valet area and walked them inside, ignoring the cameras. Will made sure to hold Mac's hand as they walked inside.

"This will blow over soon," she whispered in his ear. He squeezed her hand but didn't reply verbally. Once inside he went to see the boys and stayed in there with them, playing his guitar. She wasn't sure if he was trying to sooth them or himself, or maybe both.

She went to bed and as she was about to fall asleep he came in and got in bed. He laid his head on her chest and didn't speak.

She held him, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his temple. Once she saw he was asleep she let herself fall asleep.

When she woke he was in the same spot, holding onto her waist, already awake.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Mac."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You got bad press, it's happened before and it will happen again. I knew who you were when I married you. We will make sure all of our children know who we are. We are journalists; we are high profile. You're higher profile than me, but by virtue of being together I'm out there with you and I wouldn't trade that for the world, Billy. I love you and I love being your wife and the mother of your children."

He pushed himself up and kissed her, deeply, trying to put all of his feelings into the kiss that he wasn't able to articulate.

"Wow," she said when the kiss ended.

"I love you, so very much."

"I love you, Billy."

"Are you ready for today?" he asked.

"I am. Sloan texted last night and she and Don offered to go out with us for lunch, if we want to go out."

"I'd love to catch up with them but is it going to be too much if we go out for lunch and dinner?"

"They could come here for lunch and we eat in one of the restaurants downstairs," she suggested.

"Can we postpone Sloan and Don?"

"Sure. Maybe next week we can all do something."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

There was sound on the baby monitor and they both got up to go see the boys. After breakfast Will went down to the gym and worked out for a while. Mac and Kate stayed in with the boys.

Michael arrived very early, as he wanted to talk about the remodel. Will was still in sweats when he let him in. Michael hugged Will and came inside.

"Would you like something to drink?" Will offered.

"No thanks. Are you all right?" Michael asked him.

Will turned to see where everybody was at and said, "I'm mad as hell and frustrated because I can't fix this very easily."

"How's Kate?" Michael asked.

"Mortified."

"I can imagine. Where's Mac?"

"I think she's pumping. She should be out in a few minutes," Will asked.

As if on cue, Mac appeared and put two bottles in the refrigerator. "Hello, Michael," Mac said as he stood up to hug her and kissed her cheek. "How's the remodel going?"

"All of the furniture and everything that was left has been moved to storage. We've torn down all of the walls we'd talked about downstairs and upstairs has been gutted. I've got an amazing crew chief and he's working wonders. I was over there yesterday afternoon and was blown away by how much they had gotten done in such a short period of time."

"That's great. Not that I need to tell you, but the sooner we get back in our own space the better," Mac said.

"I understand and will get you there as soon as I can, I promise you that, Mac."

"Thank you," she said.

"Are you all right, Mac?" Michael asked. "I know there's a lot of stress going on, and forgive me, but you look very tired."

Mac looked at Will and he encouraged her with a smile and let her make the decision whether or not to tell Michael all that was going on.

"I'm pregnant."

Michael was beaming, "congratulations," he said moving next to her and hugging her.

"Thank you."

Michael then hugged Will and said, "I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thanks," Will said. "No one else knows."

"I will keep this to myself. I'm so excited. How far along are you?"

"Eight weeks."

"How far along is Jane?" Michael asked.

"Eighteen weeks, I think," Mac said. "Maybe seventeen."

"You're due in the fall?"

"Yes, September."

They heard Cooper through the monitor making noise. "I'll get him, right back," Will said.

"You're feeling all right?" Michael asked.

"I am. Tired is the worst of it right now."

"Not morning sickness?" he asked and then added, "I apologize, Mac, that is none of my business."

She smiled at him. "You're family. I don't mind telling you."

"Jane seemed to be sick all the time."

"I'm very fortunate. I don't get morning sickness. Now give me a weird smell and I'm sick."

Will came in carrying Cooper and David. "They were both awake," Will said as Mac took David from him.

"Are you guys hungry? I bet you are," Mac said getting up to prepare their bottles.

"May I hold Cooper?" Michael asked.

"Sure," Will replied handing Cooper to him. "Have you heard anything about the adoption?"

"No, not yet."

"I'm sorry, I know the waiting is hard," Will said sitting next to Michael and Cooper.

Mac brought a bottle to Michael and sat across from them feeding David.

"David has this new thing where he holds his own bottle," Will told his brother.

"Does Cooper do it, too?"

"No, he concentrates on eating," Will said caressing his son's head. "He's got his priorities."

Kate joined them and said hello to Michael. They all sat around chatting until it was time for Mac and Will to get ready for dinner. While they were getting ready David and Catherine arrived. They were playing with the babies when Mac came out.

"Thank you so much for doing this for us tonight," Mac said.

"You've got the hard part of tonight, Mac," her father said.

"Let me show you where everything is, if you'll come with me." Mac showed them around the suite and where to find their bottles and clean diapers and clothes.

Will joined them in the nursery and thanked them for helping out. The doorbell rang and it was Jane, right on time. Will explained the plan and thanked everyone for helping. They ended up walking to a neighborhood restaurant not too far from the hotel and had a wonderful meal. On their way out of the restaurant the paparazzi saw Will and started shouting questions at him. He stopped and they all started snapping pictures of him and Mac and of the mystery woman.

"Who is the mystery woman?" One of them shouted.

"There is no mystery. We are out for a family dinner. Everyone here is related to me," he added.

"Who is she?" another one yelled.

"My sister," Will said and started walking again toward the hotel. By the time Will and his family reached the hotel the paparazzi knew the entire story. They were all trying to get to editors to sell the story along with the pictures they'd taken. Their strategy had been a success.

Mac's Pregnancy Month Five

Mac rushed into Will's office. "We have to go to the hospital, now," she said.

"What's wrong, Mac?"

"Okay, sit down. I'm fine. That came out wrong. Don and Sloan were in a car accident and were taken to the hospital via ambulance. We need to go check on them. All I know is that they were taken to the hospital."

"Okay, Presbyterian?"

"Yes. Jim's got the newsroom, come on."

Lonny had the SUV ready to go and drove them to the hospital. They called Jane en route to see if she could find out anything. When they arrived Jane was waiting for them and took them into a private waiting area.

"What happened, do you know?" Will asked.

"I don't. They both came in unconscious and badly injured. Don is being rushed into surgery and Sloan is still in the trauma care unit being assessed."

"Does someone know to let us know if anything changes or happens?" Mac asked.

"I spoke with the trauma team and asked them to page me if anything changes."

"Thanks."

They sat around the waiting area for a while. Mac's stomach growled and she placed her hand over her now prominent bump. "Sorry."

"How about I stay here and you guys go get some food?" Will suggested.

"Are you sure?" Mac asked.

Will nodded. "Will you bring me a snack?"

"Of course," Mac said. She and Jane walked to the cafeteria and they each got a snack and sat at a table near the door.

"How are you feeling?" Mac asked.

"Huge. This little guy is growing up a storm," she said caressing the baby bump. "How about you, did you find out the sex?"

"The baby wasn't in a cooperative mood and wouldn't turn for us to see. We're going to try again in a few weeks."

All of a sudden there were gunshots and people were running for the doorway. When Jane looked up Sam was standing there with a gun aimed at her and Mac.

"Sam," Mac said and started to get up.

"Sit down," he shouted at Jane and Mac. He then turned to everyone else in the cafeteria, "everyone out, now!"

Will saw several security guards run toward the cafeteria and he had a horrible feeling. He ran after them and was stopped just outside the cafeteria. "My wife and sister are in there," he pleaded with a guard.

"There's also a man with at least one gun, maybe more, dressed in scrubs in there. We can't let you go in. We've called NYPD they will be here momentarily."

Will heard a shot and then a woman screaming in pain.