When they eventually made it off the floor – Will's back had begun to hurt, and the floor wasn't really that comfortable anyway – they'd moved to the couch, Mac lying on Will as he stroked her back. Neither of them had said much, both lost in their own little worlds.

'How did we not figure it out?' Will asked. Mackenzie glanced up at him and smiled at the expression on his face.

'I don't know,' she said, shaking her head slowly. 'I guess that's mostly my fault.'

'Well, it's not like the signs weren't there for the world to see. I didn't guess, and I'm married to you.'

'No one did.' She snorted. 'An entire newsroom of some of the best young journalists in the country and no one figured it out.'

'We'll have to fire them all,' Will replied, smiling a little.

'Nah. Just give them an official warning to pick up their game.' They sat in silence for a few moments before Will let out a sigh.

'Charlie…' Will said slowly, and Mac giggled.

'He's going to literally jump for joy,' he moaned.

'He's going to be insufferable,' she said, but she didn't mind. She was secretly excited to tell him; the look on his face would make it all worth it. Well, maybe. Almost.

'We're...you're…what…' he trailed off, no idea how to put his question into words. She sat up slightly, frowning slightly at his incapacity to form a sentence.

'I know you don't know if you're happy about this, and that's completely fine,' he said, hurrying to reassure her. 'But I need to know what you're thinking about…' He trailed off again, looking up at the ceiling. 'I know we're not exactly an advertisement for perfect parenting – hell, I'm on the wrong side of fifty – but I think we can do this and I guess I need to know if you're considering anything else,' he said in a rush. She narrowed her eyes for a second, processing what he'd said, before the realisation hit her.

'Oh.'

'I know it's your body and it is and if that's what you want then that's fine. I just…well, I guess I hope you'd talk to me about any…decisions you make,' he said, mumbling the last few words.

'Oh, Will,' she said, lying back down to hug him tightly, before sitting up again and looking him squarely in the eyes. 'We did this together,' she said firmly, pointing at her stomach. 'And we'll deal with it together.' She faltered for a second. 'I think I may have already made a decision anyway.'

Will's eyes widened.

'I won't get another chance at this – we won't get another chance at this – and I know I'm probably too old to even be considering something this crazy but I guess I don't really have a choice now. And I don't know, but doing anything other than keeping this hadn't actually crossed my mind and to be perfectly honest, I don't want to think about any other options!' She stopped, letting out a sigh and biting her lip. She looked down at Will, the small smile on his face melting her heart.

'I was kinda hoping you'd say that,' he said, pulling her back down to him and kissing her hair.

'Good. Cause you're stuck with me.'

'A situation I'm more than pleased about.'

'So…when…does it all happen?' Will asked after a few minutes, frowning. Neither of them had yet used the magic word, or anything like it, not game enough to say it out loud. It was safe for now as the unnamed…issue? Occurrence? Phenomenon? Thing?

'I don't know. Those test things don't exactly give you dates.'

'We could work it out, though, couldn't we?'

Mackenzie sat up and looked at him, an incredulous grin on her face. 'And how do you plan on doing that? Because I don't think trying to lock down when we've had sex is quite going to work.'

He smirked back at her. 'I am perfectly aware – and completely satisfied – with the problems of that logic,' he said matter-of-factly, and she laughed. 'I was thinking about when you started getting sick. Cause that's what it was, wasn't it?'

She frowned, thinking. 'Yes, I suppose so…' She trailed off, trying to remember dates.

'The vomiting thing was ages ago,' Will said. 'Weeks.'

'First week in October,' she said triumphantly. 'But I'd been feeling off before then. Maybe the middle of September? Maybe a little earlier. I don't know if you automatically get sick straight away.' She made a mental note to do some research into morning sickness. And how long it lasted. And… she knew she had to stop thinking about it. What she knew about…this…wouldn't fill a page in her notebook. She had some serious reading and research to do, and the thought overwhelmed her. She pushed it away and focused back on Will.

'So that would make it June sometime,' Will muttered, his mind working. 'You'd have to stop before then, though,' he mumbled. 'Maybe April?'

'Stop? Stop what? Stop working?' she said, her voice slightly raised. Will moved his hand down her back, but it was too late. She'd already begun pushing herself up so she could see his face.

'Mac-'

'And do what? Play housewife?' she cried.

'You're not going to want to be on your feet all day-'

'So I'm just supposed to sit around here all day, cooking and cleaning and playing wife?'

Will raised his eyebrows. 'You don't cook and you don't clean. And I'm concerned you think you would be 'playing' wife because last time I checked you signed the paperwork that made you an actual wife and being pregnant isn't going to change that!'

She stared at him for a few seconds.

He said the first word. Pregnant.

'I'm pregnant,' she whispered, staring at him, his own eyes suddenly reflecting her shock as the realisation dawned on him too.

'You're pregnant,' he said, the awe in his voice unmistakable. 'My wife is pregnant.'

She swallowed as his eyes widened.

'Mac, we're going to have a baby,' he whispered. 'A kid.'

She nodded dumbly, as the waves of realisation crashed over her. She was having a baby.

Ahh, fluff.

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