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Three and a half hours later, Mary and Wilson were sitting alone in her bedroom. They were trying to talk about the "important things", as Wilson referred to them, but weren't really getting anywhere. Wilson seemed so much like an open book to Mary, and that made her uncomfortable. They were discussing things that she wasn't ready to discuss yet- money, jobs, school- things Mary hadn't even thought about and didn't plan to.

As she sat there, though, and watched Wilson talk, she couldn't help but notice all of the feelings that kept creeping up inside of her. Every time Wilson moved his lips, all she could think about doing was kissing him. Not out of lust, she determined, but out of love. Mary felt like she was falling head over heels, gaga in love with Wilson West. Now that she was having his baby, though, she didn't know what to make of her mature feelings.

"So, do you want to tell your parents today?"

"Huh?" Mary said snapping out of it.

"Your parents- do you want to tell them today?"

"I…I want to tell Lucy first," she told him with a firm voice. After hours of silent deliberation that is what Mary had decided she wanted. Even before Mary knew she was pregnant, Mary knew that she was going to tell Lucy that she had lost her virginity.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" she asked him, taken aback by how quickly he shot down her plan.

"We should tell everyone at once."

"But-"

"Trust me. I really think it would cause less heartache for your whole family if we did it that way."

Those lips- they had Mary at "trust me". "Sure," she responded, and the two of them were off to round up Annie, Eric, Matt, and Lucy.

The four Camdens were all seated before Mary and Wilson ten minutes later, all of them eagerly awaiting Mary's announcement. Lucy watched Mary as she stood in front of her. She kept shifting her weight from one leg to another and darting her eyes at Wilson's face and at the floor.

"Mary, are you going to barf or something? You look pale," Lucy commented, trying to urge her sister to get on with it.

"I'm not going to barf," she said, "I just-"

Wilson puts his hand on the small of Mary's back. The touch stopped her voice and sent shivers up her spine.

"Is everything OK then Mare?" Annie asked. "You've been acting weird lately."

"No, everything's not OK." She took Wilson's hand and stared into his eyes. He nodded and she turned back to her family. "Wilson and I…we…uh…" Mary put her head down in shame. She started to cry uncontrollably and her voice refused to come out. "I'm sorry I can't," she finally managed to say, mostly to Wilson rather than anyone else.

"Mary, whatever it is…" Lucy said.

Surprisingly, that was all the coaxing Mary needed. "I-I'm pregnant."

All of the Camdens went pale. Lucy's jaw dropped and so did Matt's.

"I'm sorry," Eric said minutes later after the shock wore off, "you're what?"

"Pregnant," Mary said with a solid voice.

"Is Wilson the father?" Annie asked.

Wilson just nodded. Matt quickly became enraged. He shot up from the couch and walked over to Mary and Wilson. "I can't believe you," Matt said looking Mary in the eye, "or you," he said to Wilson. "You're lucky I'm going to let you breathe another second." Matt ran off and up the stairs, pounding loudly as he went along.

"What he said and more," Eric said firmly. "Get the hell out of my house." Wilson nodded and went towards the door. "Don't you ever, EVER, come anywhere near my daughter again, you hear me?!"

Wilson walked out the front door, leaving Mary alone with her parents.

"How could you?" her father asked looking at Mary. "How could you do this?"

Annie took Eric's hand, and they both scurried out of the living room. Only Lucy was left sitting in front of Mary still stunned.

"Go ahead," Mary said to Lucy. "Yell at me like everyone else. You know you want to- heck, I want to yell at me."

Lucy got up and walked over to Mary. She wrapped her arms around her sister's shaking body and pulled her in tightly.

"I love you," Lucy said to Mary. "I'm here for you Mary, and, unlike everyone else, I'm not mad. Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."

Lucy guided Mary up the stairs, as Mary wept silently. As she turned at the top of the stairs to her bedroom, a horrible thought went through her mind. Wilson. "What if Dad wasn't just a little angry?" she thought. "What if he's serious? He can't take Wilson away from me, I need him. And I…I love him. I need my Wilson."