The door to the bedroom opened and Mary looked up from her spot on the bed, thinking it was Wilson who dared to confront her. It was Lucy, however, who walked through the door and sat down on the bed next to Mary. Mary looked up at her sister, swallowed her pride, and trudged forward.

"I'm sorry. I'm acting really immature and there is no excuse for that. I just get really frustrated sometimes."

"No, it's my fault," Lucy said. "I haven't been exactly nice to you."

"You're right, you haven't, and that hurts me a lot. We used to be so close and then you just disowned me…you all did. You have no idea what that does to a person."

"Yeah, I don't. So, what can I do, or what can we all do, so that you will forgive us and everything can be OK?"

"Well, you guys can apologize, and then I will apologize to all of you, but I don't know if that will help. I kind if feel like the damage has been done." Lucy nodded. Mary saw Wilson coming into the room. "You know, let me think about it. It shouldn't be too hard to figure this all out."

"OK," Lucy said with a slight smile on her face.

She got up and left the room, passing Wilson in the doorway. Wilson stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him, and smiled at his wife. This was the purpose of Wilson inviting them over. Wilson wanted them all to make u and be a family again, since their family was sort have torn apart that day. He also figured she would need someone to lean on, someone beside himself. He realized she needed her family, so he brought them to her. Everything just might be all right.

***

Three and a half hours later, Wilson lay on the bed and Mary did the same, only she was on top of Wilson. She was perpendicular to him, her head resting on top of his rising and falling chest. Wilson's feet dangled off the edge of the bed as his hand found Mary's face, stroking her cheek gently. Mary's eyes were closed but she was not sleeping, and neither was Wilson. Both of their minds were racing, making it virtually impossible for them to get any true rest. Wilson's fingers traced Mary's lips and she slowly opened her eyes, giving them time to adjust to the almost blinding light of the room.  Mary moved Wilson's hand to her stomach, but he decided to go a little lower. He put his hand underneath the band of Mary's pajama bottoms and stroked her lower abdomen.

"What are you doing?" Mary asked him.

"Nothing," he replied, "just thinking."

"About anything in particular?" she questioned.

"Yes and no." Wilson wriggled out from underneath Mary and sat up fully and she followed him. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

"What now?"

Wilson kissed Mary's lips lightly. "You know how much I love you, right?"

"You know, I wasn't too sure," she said sarcastically, "but then that shower…" Mary truly smiled for the first time in over twenty-four hours and laid back down, her back leaning against Wilson's lap.

"Mare…" Wilson started cautiously, "have you ever thought about having a baby?"

Mary gulped hard. "A baby? W-with you?"

"I would hope so," he said as he put his hand gently on her arm.

"I guess I have thought about it," she said answering his question.

"And?"

"And nothing. I never let my mind wander too far."

"Why not? It's not like there would be anything wrong with it."

"I just didn't," she responded shortly.

"I'm sorry," he quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought that now might be a good time to bring this up."

"Well it wasn't." Mary sighed heavily and rolled over to face Wilson. He lied own next to her and Mary closed her eyes as she spoke. "Look, I don't want to get into another fight today. I'm too tired. So let me just be straight with you. I used to think about it after we were married for about a year or two, but then with Natalie I just thought it would be weird. If we had a baby it would be wrong to tell her she had a little brother or sister. I just couldn't do that. And to tell you the truth I am glad it never got to that point because it was bad enough telling Billy about this and he's all grown up."

"Which is why I brought this up now. Billy is in the middle of his junior year of high school…he's going to college in a little over a year. And I can't retire at 34, so you would just be here by yourself all day."

"What are you talking about? I am here by myself all day now. You go to work and they, he, goes to school."

"Yeah, but that's different. You know we're all coming home."

"And what makes you so sure that Billy won't stay home and go to school?"

"Because he thinks the same way I think. And we've talked about it a little, him and me. He wants to move into an apartment with Tori."

Mary's eyes bugged out of her head. "And what did you say to that?"

"I just gave him the look and told him that if that's what he really wants to do with his life then we can't stop him." The look Wilson referred to had many connotations, but was most commonly used to tell Billy not do to anything stupid.

"But-"

Wilson didn't let Mary finish. "If you want to know what I think, I say that Billy is going to propose to her right after they graduate."

Tears welled up in Mary's eyes and Wilson wiped them away for her. She grabbed his hand and brought it away from her face. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you have to face reality and we make good parents."

"We make good parents because we can relate to our kids. We were too young for Billy, a little young for Natalie, and if we have a child we'll be too old for it now."

"No we won't. Early thirties isn't too old to have a baby."

Mary sighed once more. She could see that this was something that not only had Wilson put a lot of thought into, but he really wanted to do. "The most civil answer I can give you is that I will think about it, but I'm not promising anything. And don't expect an answer right away."

Wilson kissed Mary. "Thank you, but you know I'd much prefer if we could think about this together."

"I know, but we don't have the time right now. When they leave I guess we can discuss it." Mary's solid conviction was starting to falter as she came to the realization that Wilson would never ask her this if it wasn't in her best interest. So far, everything he said made sense, except for Billy proposing to Tori so soon. Mary leaned her head onto Wilson's shoulder. "What time is it?"

Wilson looked over to the clock on the dresser. "Almost two."

"Do you think Tori is still here?"

"There's only one way to find out," Wilson said.

Mary groaned. "OK, I'm going, I'm going."

"Mary and Wilson walked down the stairs and into the living room. All of the adults were still awake, talking quietly to themselves, as the children slept on the other couch or on the floor. Billy sat in the loveseat with Tori leaning against him, dead asleep. Billy was still awake, though, listening in on the adults' conversation for his parents. If they said anything too mean about them, it was his job to defend them. He knew they were good people, but these Camdens he did not trust.

Everyone looked up when they saw Mary and Wilson enter the room.

"What have you two been up to? We haven't seen you for hours," Matt said.

Wilson and Mary both smiled; Mary turned beet red. To divert the attention from their nighttime activities, Wilson turned to Billy. "Why don't you take her home, son?"

Billy smiled down at Tori. He always thought, if they were just a few years older, that she would never have to leave his side. He hated whenever he had to walk her home or when they had to say goodbye. Billy nudged Tori until her eyes fluttered open. She held Billy a little tighter as she woke up. Tori moaned his name and refuses to let him go.

"Come on, Tore, it's really late. I'm going to take you home."

Tori rubbed her eyes. "OK."

Billy helped her to her feet and, supporting her weight, turned to his parents. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

"Ten," Wilson said, "it's late."

Billy nodded and then turned his attention back to Tori. She was half a sleep and definitely could not walk down the street. He turned and scooped up her legs and carried Tori out the front door, closing it gently behind him.

"See," Wilson said to Mary, "He's already carrying her over the threshold. I'm telling you…"

"If he comes and asks you if that's OK and you tell him yes I will be very mad at you."

"What's OK?" Simon asked.

"Nothing," Mary said quickly. "So, where do you all want to sleep? We have a queen bed in the guest room, and a couch in the den, and these couches, and I'm sure Billy wouldn't mind being kicked out of his room. And we have two air mattresses."

Matt took charge. "Mom and dad can take the guest room, Simon can sleep on the couch since he is only one person…Sarah and I can sleep on an air mattress…"

"And so can Lucy and I," Kevin said.

"Are you sure?" Wilson asked. "Billy has a full bed that you can use."

Matt looked at everyone and then looked back at Wilson. "This is fine. We feel bad that we're imposing on you like this."

Mary and Wilson spent the next half hour getting everyone situated and went up to bed themselves. Billy came home almost exactly ten minutes after he left, feeling like a real man for taking care of Tori and tucking her in at night. He always relished the rare occasions when he could do that.

In the master bedroom, Mary and Wilson got into bed once again, curling up next to each other. Mary fell asleep relatively peacefully, letting the events of the day melt away. She had only two things on her mind: Billy and babies…a very interesting combination that led to some very fascinating dreams.

A/N: Second to last chapter of this story. Next will definitely be the last, but I might continue you on with some stuff. I don't want to say anything too definite, though, because I don't know what I am doing after this. I kind of want to take a little break from fic writing. It's very stressful. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. The length was right where I wanted it to be and everything.

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