That night, Mary and Wilson were in bed trying to go to sleep when Wilson wrapped his arm around Mary. She sighed heavily, and he could immediately tell that she was crying. He leaned his head against her shoulder and lightly kissed the back of her neck.

"Why are you crying?"

"I feel bad about not telling everyone today that we got married, and I feel even worse about Ruthie. She just can't be pregnant."

"Maybe she isn't."

"I have a feeling she is, unfortunately."

Mary rolled toward Wilson and put her head on his bare chest. Mary rubbed her hand over Wilson's skin and began to smile. "You know what's nice about summer?"

"What?"

"Less clothes." Wilson laughed. "And Florida's doubly nice because it's summer year round."

Wilson kissed the top of her head. "I love you Mary."

"I love you, too. And I'd love you even more if you would help me come up with a plan to help Ruthie."

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."

"So am I, but I can't come up with anything. I don't think there's anything I can do. It seems hopeless."

Wilson rubbed Mary's back sympathetically. "Nothing is hopeless."

"You'd like to think that," Mary said, "wouldn't you?" She looked up at Wilson and he kissed her lips tentatively. She smiled at him. "I am so happy that you're my husband. Every morning I wake up and wonder how I ever got along without you. I've messed up so many times in my life, but this just felt so right. It always felt right with you."

"I feel the same way. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were the one. Now try and go to sleep and we'll talk more about Ruthie in the morning."

Mary smiled. She liked it when he called the shots. "OK," she responded shyly.  She pushed her hair out of her face and laid her head down less than an inch from his on his pillow. "Good night," Mary said once she snuggled her body up against his.

"'Night."

The next morning, Mary awoke sad. She had had the same dream over and over again all night. Well, it wasn't really a dream, more of a screening of her own private movie based on the story Ruthie had told her. She rolled over onto Wilson, who was not yet up, and moved his limp arms around her. She moved even closer into Wilson and he began to stir.

"Mare?" he said incoherently tightening his arms around her.

"Good morning sweetie."

"Morning. What time is it?"

Mary laughed. "I don't know, why?"

"Because my parents told me that they were leaving at 9:00 and won't be home until sometime late this afternoon."

"So we'll have the whole place to ourselves?" Wilson nodded. "That sounds nice."

Wilson moved the neck of Mary's oversized nightshirt so that her shoulder was exposed. He started kissing it lightly, gradually moving his way up her neck and finally settling on her ear. She leaned into his touch for a little bit while her mind went blank, concentrating solely on Wilson. She got over the sensation quickly, though, and shrugged her shoulders to shoo him off and moved his head slightly away from her.

"I'm sorry. I just can't," Mary told him.

"Why not?" he asked playfully.

"I just can't stop thinking about Ruthie."

Wilson sighed heavily. "You really know how to ruin a moment."

"Sorry."

"Ok," he said level-headedly, "let's think of how we are going to deal with this." There was a slight pause, and Wilson pushed forward. "Should she tell your parents?"

"She's going to have to."

"Should we make her? Because she's going to have to go to the doctor so that she and the baby will stay healthy."

"They're going to kill her," she said plainly. "I mean, I thought they were going to be mad at me, but they're really going to kill her. She doesn't deserve that."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because that Peter kid tricked her into it. She didn't go over to him and say 'Let's have sex.'"

"Well, probably not, but…"

"But what?"

"You weren't there. You don't know how submissive she was or not. Maybe she just let him."

"He took advantage of her Wilson. She's only 12."

"So is he. All I'm saying is that you're being a little closed-minded. I know she is your sister and all, but you're not even sure if she is telling the truth."

"But why would she lie to me?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Because I'm not going to yell at her."

"Maybe you didn't yell because you don't know what happened. Maybe if you knew the real story you'd be angry with her."

Mary sighed. "Do you think she's lying to us?"

"I'm not sure, but she very well could be."

Mary rolled away from Wilson. "Well, if she did lie to me she needs a lot more help than I thought she did." Mary stood up and looked down at Wilson. "Want me to make breakfast?"

"No," he replied, "I want to talk."

"Fine," Mary said sitting back down on the bed sadistically, "talk."

Wilson raised an eyebrow at his wife. "Don't snap back at me. I'm only trying to help you. Now, first of all, when are we going to tell your family that we eloped?"

"Three seconds before we leave." Wilson looked at her sternly. "All right, we can tell them today."

"Do you think they suspect?"

"Well Lucy and Ruthie already know."

"I knew you told Lucy, but why Ruthie?"

"She told me that before she slept with Peter she thought about me and just assumed that I'd slept with every guy I ever went out with. I lost my temper and told her that I had only been with you." Wilson made a face of disgust. "I know, that's not how I wanted to tell her either. But at any rate, my parents could know about us if she told them." Mary thought for a second. "Or Matt could have figured it out, or Lucy could have let it slip, or…"

"This isn't going well," Wilson told her.

"I know. I intended on telling them first, but it just didn't work out like that."

Wilson wrapped his arms around her lightly. "You don't have to convince me. I remember you calling me crying as you looked all around New York for your dad."

"Do you think we should have waited to get married?"

"Why? Just to please them? That's stupid."

Mary smiled. "It would have made things a whole lot easier."

Wilson touched Mary's face with the back of his hand. "Not necessarily. And besides, would you have wanted to wait months to do this?" Wilson leaned Mary against the bed beneath them and started kissing her passionately. His hands meandered their way down her body, moving from her face to her shoulders and then her waist.

Two and a half hours later, Mary was finally placing a plate of eggs in front of Wilson.

"Thank you," he said before digging in.

Mary sat down in the chair next to Wilson. "What did you do when you found out Billy's mother was pregnant?"

"After the shock wore off, we told her parents and then I married her. But she was 4 years older than Ruthie, and for some reason I don't think that would work."

Mary nodded. "Well, if you were Ruthie what would you do?"

"I honestly don't know honey. She's put herself in a really difficult and touchy situation." Wilson looked at Mary curiously. "What would you do?"

"Knowing me I'd probably run away." An instant state of panic went through Mary. "We can't let her run away, we have to save her."

Wilson looked sympathetically over at Mary. He scooted out from underneath the table and patted his lap. "Come here, sit." Mary did as she was told and sat on Wilson's lap, her hands clasped behind her neck. "If you were Ruthie, what would you want someone to do for you?"

Mary thought for a second. "I guess I'd want someone to get me out of GlenOak." Mary's eyes went wide a smile slowly grew across her face. "Wilson, I've got it."