A/N: I'm loving the response I'm getting to this series. I hope you guys like this chapter. I actually had fun writing it, for once.

***Just remember, Wilson has just called Matt after Mary left to go get breakfast. Her parents called and yelled at her.

"Good," Matt responded into the phone, "I was meaning to call you guys. Is all of this stuff true?"

Wilson was slightly relieved he didn't have the time to explain things to Matt. "Depends on what you heard," he shot back. "Whom did you talk to?"

"My parents. They told me that Ruthie's pregnant and living with you and Mary. You guys are married?"

"Yeah," Wilson said smiling.

"I knew it. Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"Now, about Ruthie…" Matt said getting down to business. "Is she there? Could I talk to her?"

"I could ask her," Wilson offered.

"Ok, thanks."

Wilson walked out of the bedroom, opening the door, and went to find Ruthie. He went down the hallway and poked his head into her bedroom only to find it empty. He continued his quest into the living room, where Billy was sitting on the couch with Ruthie watching Saturday morning cartoons.

"Ruthie," Wilson beckoned. She turned around. "Matt is on the phone. Do you want to talk to him?"

"Does he know?" Ruthie knew this question was irrelevant. Either way she wasn't ready to speak with any other member of her family. She still didn't feel comfortable talking with Mary.

"Yeah, he does."

"Then no. I…I can't. Not yet."

Wilson nodded. "I understand completely."

There was something in Wilson's voice that comforted Ruthie. As he walked away and back into the bedroom to talk in private, Ruthie couldn't help but think about him more. He seemed like someone she could talk with- someone she could really confide things in. Ruthie looked over at Billy sitting next to her, his eyes intently glued to the glowing television in front of them. It was then that Ruthie realized why Wilson seemed so understanding, he had been through this before. He was a teen father. Not at twelve mind you, but Ruthie felt like she could talk to him better than she could with Mary. She knew deep down in her heart that he wouldn't judge her, and definitely not with the scrutiny of a Camden- even if that particular Camden was the rebellious one of the nine-member clique of perfectionists…ten if you counted their idealistic dog that Ruthie seemed to long for more than she anticipated doing.

Wilson, after discussing the shock over Ruthie being pregnant with Matt, went on to the real reason he had contacted him. "Could I ask you a favor?"

Matt found this to be odd. Why would Wilson be asking him for a favor? "Um…sure."

"You're parents called Mary this morning and said some not-so-nice things to her. I'm not sure exactly what they said, but Mary was crying; and you and I both know that Mary never cries."

"They made her cry?" Matt asked in astonishment.

"Yeah. She was really upset. I've never seen her like that. I was thinking maybe you could call your parents and get them to apologize, or at least call back and try to talk it out."

"I'll try, but I'm not promising anything. They can be pretty stubborn."

"Must be where Mary gets it from," Wilson commented.

Matt smiled. It was then he realized that his sisters truly were in capable and loving hands. "I'll call them and unless there is some sort of easy resolution you'll hear from me again."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," Matt replied. "Bye."

Wilson hung up the phone and walked out of the room to go check on Billy. He entered the living room and sat down on the couch next to Ruthie, observing the two children watching TV.

"Do you like this show?" Wilson said after a while of sitting there, trying to make light conversation.

"Yeah!" Billy answered enthusiastically. "That guy doesn't like those two guys, but those two guys don't know it- it's so funny!" Billy said pointing at the cartoon characters on the screen to explain the plot to his father.

"I see," Wilson said smiling. He turned to Ruthie and could tell that she was less than enthused by the so-called entertainment.

"When is Mary going to be back?" she asked Wilson.

"In less than five minutes. She went to get breakfast."

"Get what for breakfast?" Billy asked.

"Doughnuts."

"Yes!" Billy said in excitement. Doughnuts were his favorite things for breakfast.

Ten minutes, four commercials, and one cartoon character slipping on a banana peel later, Mary walked through the front door carrying a box filled with breakfast for the occupants of the tiny townhouse. Her eyes were moist as she placed the box gingerly on the table and quietly mumbled, "Here guys, eat," referring to the children. When Wilson went to approach her, Mary grabbed his hand tightly and dragged him into the bedroom- a spot they seemed to frequent more and more often now that Ruthie had arrived.

Mary stopped pulling Wilson once they entered the room and turned to face him. She stared deeply into his being through his eyes before embracing him in the most sensual hug they had ever shared. "Thank you," she whispered softly into the ear that was less than half an inch from her lips.

Wilson knew exactly what she was talking about. Before Mary slipped out the door this morning Wilson dropped a card into her purse, hoping that she would find it when she went out. Today was Mary and Wilson's one month "anniversary", and he made sure that he did a little something special for her. The card had been a blank one- one which he covered the entire two inside panels and the back with words that attempted to convey to Mary how much he truly cared for her and the joy he felt because the two of them were finally united as husband and wife. In fact, he was actually secretly happy that Mary's parents had called today. It would make his card even more special and meaningful to her.

Mary squeezed Wilson tighter as tears with deep feelings behind them fell from her eyes and onto his shoulder.

"You have no idea how much what you wrote means to me. I mean, I was looking through my purse for my car keys, and I found it…and the way you worded it. I love you so much."

Wilson gently rubbed her back. "I love you, too, Mare."

"I just feel so bad that I didn't do anything for you," she confessed.

"Don't. I just did this to make you happy, not to get anything in return."

"And you did make me happy- very happy. After the morning I had-"

Wilson didn't even let her finish. "I know, I know."

Mary pulled away from Wilson and looked deep into his eyes one more time before kissing him like she hadn't done in days. Wilson smiled as her lips parted from his.

"Happy one month Mary."

A smile crept up on her lips. "You, too, Wilson."

The two of them were quiet for a little while as they took in each other's presence. As the pair stared back at each other in silence, the sounds of the rest of the house began to seep in. Mary heard Billy talking to Ruthie, puling her out of her trance and back to reality.

"We should, uh, go watch them," she said, snapping out of passion more and more with every word.

"Yeah," Wilson agreed, and the two of them walked back to the kitchen.

Mary and Wilson found Billy with chocolate icing all over his face and Ruthie pulling apart his doughnut with her fingers.

"Is something wrong Ruthie?" Wilson asked.

"Not really," She answered quietly, "I just…uh…could we talk Wilson?"

Wilson was taken off guard. He looked to Mary and she nodded approvingly at him.

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Could we go into my room?" she suggested, making it obvious she wanted privacy.

"Of course," he said smiling.

As Mary watched her sister and her husband trail off to Ruthie's bedroom, she was slightly concerned. Why couldn't Ruthie talk to her? Oh well, it didn't matter all that much. She seemed to be OK as far as Mary could tell, and seeming to be OK was a good thing. "OK" was what everyone constantly strived for. "OK" was reassuring. "OK" made everything all right.

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