Mary's eyes are red from crying, and her face is still considerably damp. Wilson has his arm around Mary, holding her closely to him. As he walks through the door, he is looking down at Mary. When he looks up, and sees everyone eyeballing him, he is startled, and quickly pulls his hands off of Mary. Mary doesn't even have to look up; she knows the entire family is staring at them. She wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before speaking.
"Hi." Mary says quietly.
"What's wrong?" Ruthie asks, rushing over to her sister's side.
"Its nothing, I'm fine."
"Are you hurt? Sick?" Ruthie asks, still prying.
"Is everything all right?" Lucy asks. Even she was startled to see Mary walking in crying.
Mary looks up at Wilson, who shakes his head, which tells her he doesn't want her to say anything just yet. "Everything will be fine."
"Will be? What do you mean 'will be'?" Eric inquires.
Mary glares back at him, signaling she has no intention of answering his question. Annie claps her hands, and everyone looks at her.
"OK everybody, dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Why don't you all go get washed up?"
Slowly, they all file out of the kitchen.
"I bet she's pregnant." Kevin whispers to Lucy as they exit.
She hits Kevin in the side of the arm. "Don't even say that in jest! And will you stop ragging on my sister?"
"I thought you were still angry with her."
"Not anymore."
"What suddenly changed your mind?"
"When she came walking through the door crying. Didn't you see how much she was hurting?"
"I guess."
"Forget it, you wouldn't understand."
"Your right, I wouldn't. If she's upset, it's probably her own fault."
"Enough." Lucy says to Kevin calmly, with a harsh shrill in her voice. She looks at Kevin angrily, then storms off to her room, leaving Kevin alone in the hall.
In the kitchen, Mrs. and Rev. Camden didn't let Mary and Wilson leave as easy as they let the others go.
"We're going to talk to you both later, and we'll explain everything. I'm not in trouble, or physically hurt, or angry with you, or…or…or pregnant Dad."
"OK." Eric surrenders.
"You know, I may have moved on, but it still hurts that you don't trust me. None of you do. You can't wait two hours for me to tell you! And after I've told you time and time again since I've been here that I'm not pregnant, I bet you still don't believe me."
She runs up the stairs, forgetting to drag Wilson with her. She gets halfway up them, realizes this, and then comes back down to get him. But before she takes him, she remembers her earlier plan she had made with herself, to get her father to help Wilson. She looks her father square in the eyes, and swallows her anger.
"I'm sorry I got so mad, but that's honestly how I feel." She grabs Wilson's hand. "We're going to go get ready for dinner."
Mary pulls Wilson up the stairs, and into the bathroom. Obviously, no one listened to Annie, because it was unoccupied. Mary pulls out a tissue from the box, and begins to wipe her eyes. Wilson takes her hand, stopping her. He takes the tissue out of her hand, as she stares into his eyes.
"Let me do that for you." He says to her, as he dries her eyes.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have held it together better, I mean he's not my son. I can't even imagine how you're feeling. And have you even cried once?"
"No, I can't. I won't let myself- crying won't solve anything."
"Yes it will. It'll make you feel better."
"And how do you know?"
"Who just cried for 20 minutes?"
"Oh, yeah. But stop now, please, for me? I don't want you getting any more worked up over my problems."
"OK." She says, sniffling. Wilson finishes wiping Mary's eyes, and she grabs his hand. "I have a confession to make." She says to him, looking at the floor.
"Ok…" Wilson says, almost scared as to what will come out of her mouth next.
"I kind of haven't told my parents that we're living together."
"Oh, um, ok. We could tell them later, after we tell them about Billy."
"Ok, I guess. But the reason I wasn't telling them was because I was afraid they'd jump to a wrong conclusion. They've already accused me of being pregnant, what, three times today? Maybe now isn't the best time."
"You shouldn't lie to them any longer. It will only make it harder to tell them the longer you wait."
"All right. But maybe we could tell them that first. Hopefully, then they'll forget about it after we tell them the other news."
"You can take woman out from the Camdens but you can't take the Camden out of the woman."
"Ha ha ha. Very funny."
"I thought it was."
He stares into Mary's eyes, and kisses her lips gently. He can taste the salt of her tears as his tongue enters her mouth. They kiss for a while, losing track of time. They finally stop when Mrs. Camden calls them for dinner.