A/N: its been forever…I'm bad, blah blah. I just realized the last line of the last chapter said, "out of her life" should have been "his"…makes more sense now huh?
Mary fumbled for her keys in the street outside of Wilson's place. She glanced up at the house, thinking of Wilson, and as always burying her emerging feelings back into the deepest parts of her.
She slumped down into the drivers seat, flinging her purse at the opposite door. She slammed her door shut, and slowly the overhead light dimmed. Mary sat still with her hands on the wheel contemplating her next move. All of her instincts told her to get out of the car and go back into the house. To sit down with Wilson a while and enjoy his company. They were both adults who could handle having a nice conversation. But because Mary feared the feelings that might stem from a nice conversation, she picked up her cell phone instead.
"Honey you still awake?" she asked, "Good, I'm on my way"
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In the morning, Mary woke up slowly. That perfect way of waking up after a wonderful nights sleep. It should've been wonderful after Carter had spent most of the night "tiring her out."
When she'd arrived at his place the night before neither of them said a word to each other. He pulled her inside and into the bedroom. Their relationship seemed to be sex-centered more often than not. This factor sometimes caused Mary to doubt the relationship, but she almost always doubted the relationship.
Mary rolled over toward the center of the bed; the sun was shining so brightly through the window she had trouble opening her eyes all the way. She figured that it was close to noon or later. Mary lazily stretched out her arm to the other side of the bed, it hit cold sheets immediately. With her head toward the opposite wall she ran her arm up and down the bed, it was definitely empty. She groaned and turned her head, slowly she rolled onto her back, and while sleepily staring at the ceiling she pulled the tangled sheets over her naked body.
"Good morning beautiful" Carter said, leaning in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of blue striped boxers and had a piece of toast swinging in his right hand. His yellow lab, Brewster, was snapping at it from Carter's side. He approached the bed and sat on his side next to her, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, "you sleep well?" his voice oozed with implication.
She giggled, "Yeah I did"
He leaned on his elbow and held the half eaten toast in her face, "want some?"
Mary shook her head and sat up, "that's ok, really"
He sat up with her, putting his arm around her shoulder, "so where were you so late last night?" he asked
She shrugged, "I just did a favor for an old friend"
The way she shrugged it off implied she was hiding something, and he knew the only way to get it out of her. He reached over and tickled her ribs, "what kind of favor?"
"Just babysitting" she squirmed, trying to suppress her loud laughter
She pried his fingers off of her sides, "oh? And how old is the little baby?" he asked, struggling with her
"Seven" she breathed, finally free of Carter's tickling
"Whoa" Carter looked shocked, "she must've started pretty early"
"Yeah," Mary nodded, not wanting to correct his gender misjudgment. Carter wasn't one to have much of a temper or anything, but she didn't think he'd be happy to know she'd ditched him for another guy. "We've been friends since high school."
"That's nice," he said quietly, quickly trailing off into his own thoughts. Carter sat silently a moment, petting Brewster who had jumped up onto the bed.
He looked at her very lightheartedly, with a hint of seriousness in his voice, "when should we have a baby?"
The words made Mary's stomach sink, immediately her heart began to flutter out of whack. Her leg shook under the covers, she averted his eyes as she shook her head nervously, "I don't know" she folded her arms and tried to breathe, praying Carter wouldn't notice her sudden panicky behavior.
"Right after the wedding, well, maybe a few months after…I think maybe we should try" there was a real enthusiasm in his voice; she could tell he'd been thinking about it for a while.
She tried her hardest to shake off the topic, "Carter, we can't afford a baby, I don't have a job"
"You don't need one!" he laughed, "Dad's company will be mine in at least two years, we'll be set for life"
Mary racked her brain for any excuse, "where will we put a baby in this little apartment?" she tried her best to smile
"Well, I've been living here for years…it was just me and Brewster then. But if we have a family, we could get a house," he put his finger under her chin and turned her face toward his, "any house you want"
She sighed, "I just…don't want kids right now" she laughed inwardly at her pathetic excuse, "I want it to be the two of us for a while ok?"
"We will, I said we can wait a few-"
"Carter!" she cut him off harshly, "just, leave it ok?"
He looked puzzled, Mary was so good with babies, she loved her little brothers and sisters…all of this made no sense, but he smiled at her anyway. "I just don't understand," he mumbled
"And I doubt you ever will" she thought
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A little too short, I make you wait all this time and I give you that…pathetic really. And I really have no idea how old Billy should be by now…I'm getting all off track
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