A/N: I'm not very pleased with this chapter but it was kind of necessary to move the story along a little. Thanks for all of the reviews I have gotten, and I'm glad that everyone has approached this story with an open mind. Please continue to review!

Disgruntled, Mary reentered the waiting room, sought out Wilson, and grabbed his hand. The rest of the Camden's looked on as Mary dragged Wilson out of the room without so much as saying a word to them or to him.

"When did Wilson get back into the picture?" Matt asked his father.

"I have no clue."

"Is it serious?"

"I don't know that either."

Matt and Eric both turned to Lucy, thinking she would know more than they did.

"What?" she said in response to them eye-balling her. "I don't know anything." No one believed her, so she tried to flee. "Kevin, can I talk to you for a second?"

Kevin nodded and he and Lucy walked away from the rest of the family.

"What's wrong Luce?"

"Nothing's wrong, but we should talk. Can we go talk in your car?"

"Sure," he said taking his wife's hand.

Lucy and Kevin walked out of the waiting room and go toward the lobby. Ruthie, who was standing talking with Wilson, ran out of the room crying when she saw her sister coming her way. Confused, Kevin and Lucy walk to Mary and Wilson.

"What was that about?" Lucy asked.

"Nothing," Mary responded hastily.

"I'll go see about her," Wilson said and walked out of the building.

"So," Mary said, "what's brings you down here Luce?"

"I was just going to talk with Kevin."

"Oh," Mary replied sounding unenthused. "Oooh," she said again as things began to click. "Could I talk to you for just a sec Lucy?"

Mary and Lucy stepped aside, and Mary pulled Lucy in for a hug.

"Mary I'm scared," Lucy told her.

"It's going to be fine. Just tell Kevin everything and it will all work out."

"OK, I will."

Just then, Ruthie walked back inside with Wilson, and Lucy and Kevin left. Wilson looked over at Mary, and she stared back at him, her eyes pleading for assistance.

"I'm still confused," Wilson said. "I mean, I understand, but it just doesn't make sense. Isn't she too young?" Mary shook her head. "Isn't he too young? I mean-"

Mary cut him off. "Apparently not."

"Did you ask her?" Wilson asked. "Because if he didn't…then she can't be pregnant."

"I am not asking her that."

"Hello?!" Ruthie said annoyed. "I'm right here you know."

Wilson sighed, and stooped down to Ruthie's level. "Are you sure?"

"Would I put you through this if I wasn't sure?"

"But Ruthie, why would you do this?"

"He pressured me into it. I didn't really want to."

"That's no excuse," he reprimanded her in a father-like fashion.

Mary rolled her eyes. "So what are you going to do Ruthie?"

"I don't know. Got any ideas?"

"I'll try and think of something, but I can't promise you a miracle. Nothing good can come from this."

"I know," Ruthie responded oppressed. "When are you leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Are you both leaving at the same time?"

"Yes."

"Where are you staying?"

"With Wilson's parents."

"And Billy is…?"

"In Florida with Wilson's uncle. He has a son who's around Billy's age." Mary smiled at Ruthie.

"Do you have anymore questions?" Ruthie shook her head and Mary smiled back at her. "Don't worry. Wilson and I we'll put our heads together. We're smart…we'll think of something. We have to."