Mary walked into her bedroom, finding Wilson waiting for her on the bed. He smiled when he saw her, realizing she wasn't in the best of moods. Mary sat down on the bed next to him and took his hand.

"Are you OK?" Wilson asked his wife.

"I don't know, I think so," Mary responded sullenly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." Mary stood up and went over to the dresser, rummaging through the clothes until she found her nightgown. "I'm kind of tired."

"So you're not going tell me about it?"

Mary didn't answer Wilson; she just walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Ten minutes later, Mary and Wilson were both in bed. Mary lay square in the middle of her side staring straight up at the ceiling. Wilson rolled over toward Mary, but she didn't budge.

"Can I ask you a question?" Wilson finally asked her. Mary turned her head to face him, signaling for him to go ahead. "I'm a little confused. Why are you so worked up over all of this?"

Mary didn't say anything; she just lifted her head and rolled over, fitting her body against the side of Wilson.

"You know, I don't like it when you're this distant."

"I'm not being 'distant'. I just don't have anything to say," Mary said.

Despite the fact that Mary didn't want to talk, Wilson still persevered. "What did your parents say when you told them we were married?"

"They didn't really care. My mom just asked why we didn't say anything when we were there a couple of weeks ago."

"And what did you say?"

"That we got too wrapped up in Ruthie and forgot."

Wilson laughed.

"And what, may I ask, is so funny?"

"It's just that if you wanted to tell them we were married then you would have made it a point to tell them."

"Hey, I wanted them to know."

"Yes, but you didn't want to tell them. There's a difference."

"Yeah, well…" Mary responded, not sure of an appropriate comeback.

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

"I love you, too," she said squeezing him a little bit tighter. Today had been the longest day Mary had had since she and Wilson eloped. All he wanted to do right now was sleep the night away. She had a very bad feeling that she would need her rest for tomorrow.

Wilson awoke the next morning exhausted. He rolled over, still not completely awake, and felt the bed where Mary should have been. He found it empty, and finding that odd he began to wake himself up. As he became more and more aware of his surroundings, he heard Mary crying. He opened his eyes fully and looked around the room. He saw Mary staring blankly out the window crying while listening into the phone. An instant wave of panic overtook Wilson, but it quickly subsided once he began to really watch her. He noticed that her tears were not sad ones, but rather ones of anger and frustration. She was not happy with whomever she was talking to.

Instead of getting up to find out exactly what was going on, he stayed in bed and continued to watch Mary. He sat upright and listened as she talked, concentrating on what she was saying and the tone in her voice. She screamed out things like, "please" and "you have it all wrong." Mary's tone was angry, but he could tell by how carefully she seemed to select her words that she was scared- possibly frightened by the person on the other end of this perplexing conversation.

Mary's crying got even more intense, almost drowning out her words. She raised her voice so that she could hear herself talk, and continued to say things that made absolutely no sense to Wilson.

"I had nothing to do with it! I didn't even talk to her then!"

There was a pause in the one-sided conversation that Wilson had immersed himself in, and following that Mary let out a frustrated scream. She hung up the cordless phone and threw it hard against the wall, the battery flying off on impact and landing on the bed next to Wilson's hand. Startled by her actions, he picked up the battery and the battery cover on the pillow.

"Uh…do you need these?" he asked Mary.

Mary turned around to see Wilson staring at her and she cried even harder. "No," she said between her sobs.

Wilson finally got out of bed and went over to Mary. He put his hands gently on her arms and just looked at her. He didn't even need to say anything to her, she automatically embraced him, putting her head on his shoulder and weeping uncontrollably. She cried for a long time, only occasionally stopping to snivel or to wipe her eyes. After 10 minutes, Wilson lifted her head up gently and stared in her eyes. She wasn't going to give away any information through her hazel pools, so Wilson was forced to pry it out of her.

"Who was on the phone?"

"My parents."

Her parents. That sure explained a lot. But why would they make her cry like this? He had never seen Mary this upset before. "And what did they want?"

"To yell at me."

Wilson was even more confused. "Why?"

"Because they hate me," she spat back at him.

"They do not," Wilson said kindly.

"Yes, they do."

Wilson sighed. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, they obviously don't love me, so they must hate me." Wilson tried to interject his opinion but Mary pushed forward. "If they loved me, they wouldn't have just done what they did. They called to tell me how much of a screw up I am. They said that you're too good for me, and all of this stuff…I can't even believe them."

Wilson sat down on the bed next to them, pulling Mary down next to him. Now he was concerned. "What did they say to you?"

"You know, they said the same thing Ruthie said to me."

"What?"

"They told me that they assumed that I had slept with every guy who looked at me funny. I told them that they were wrong and that it was none of their business, but they kept talking about it. Ruthie told me the same thing before. What, do I have licentious stamped on my forehead and I just can't see it?" Wilson laughed hardily. "It's not funny Wilson. They really hurt me. It hurts that this is what people think of me. Do you think I'm that way?" she asked with fresh tears filling up in her eyes.

He touched her face with the back of his hand. "Of course not, because it is not true."

"Then why does the rest of the world feel this way?"

"Maybe because they resent how beautiful you are."

Mary blushed. "Or maybe they're all mad that I'm married to the best man in the whole world."

Wilson put his arm around Mary and pulled her in closer to him. He relished their relationship and was desperately afraid of no longer being Mary's confidante. He was well aware of the fact that she told him more things than she told anyone else, and she had for forever. He always enjoyed watching her interact with other people and studying the way she was around them. The most interesting to watch was Mary and her family. He could always tell when she was withholding information from them- information that he could easily get out of her later. He had assumed that she did things like that because she had trust issues, probably stemming from when he family shipped her out to Buffalo without any food, water, or compassion. He knew her the best out of anyone on this Earth, and now he knew that she still wasn't telling the whole story.

"What else did they say to you?"

Mary sighed heavily. He had caught her. "They said that Ruthie being pregnant is my fault. I set the example for her to go out and have sex with Peter. You know, since Lucy is so perfect and my Mom was less than liberal on the whole subject. Just because I hold a kind of modern opinion it had to be my fault. Maybe they're in denial- but the way they said it…they have no right to accuse me of that." Mary lifted her head and looked into Wilson's eyes. "I don't know why they can hurt me so much. Every time they talk to me I get hurt. Maybe I should just stop talking to them."

Wilson partially agreed with Mary. He saw how they did not treat her as an equal member of the Camden family. Still, he had to be a good husband and try to keep Mary from cutting off all contact with her family if that was possible. "They were just using you as a scapegoat. Don't take it personally."

"But I do take it personally," she said quietly.

"Do they know that? Do they know that they're on the verge of loosing their daughter?"

Mary cringed at the words, but it was true. She could easily cut herself off from Camden civilization without any second thoughts. Now that she had Wilson, Billy, and Ruthie to occupy her time she didn't need them at all. It was now or never. "I don't want to give them that kind of power over me by telling them. Besides, I can take it. I don't want them to start yelling at someone else besides me. I can take the wrap for Ruthie," she said nuzzling closer into Wilson, "it's OK."

"It doesn't sound like it's OK to me."

Mary rolled her eyes. Wilson knew her too well to be fooled by any of her mind trickery. She moved away from him and stood up. "I'm going to run out and get some doughnuts for breakfast."

Wilson heaved a sigh as he stood up as well. "OK, fine."

Mary went over to the nightstand and picked up her purse. As she bent over slightly to reach it, Mary saw the mark she had made on the wall from when she threw the phone. She smiled slightly at the thought of that morning's abusive conversation being the last between her and her parents. "Bye," she said to him quietly as she got out her car keys.

Mary walked out of the room and Wilson lied back on the bed. He had seen Mary smile. He had to do something; he couldn't let her give up this easily. Something had to give for her to be OK again. Wilson opened Mary's drawer of their dresser and pulled out her navy blue address book. He looked up a telephone number of someone known to be objective in matters of the family. Wilson picked up the battery, the battery cover, and the phone and pieced them back together. He clicked on the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Matt, it's Wilson."

A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to update. I got really into this chapter, though. Its kind of all Mary and Wilson, but trust me this has a point in the plot. Next chapter will be the Matt and Wilson conversation and a Ruthie and Wilson convo.

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