(A/N: Just to let you know, this is not going to be one of those sappy teenage pregnancy stories…believe me. Although that may seem like the underlying plot, there will eventually be a MAJOR twist to it, involving arrest and a court trial and all of that good stuff. Look for that starting 2 or 3 chapters from now!!!

And I don't think I ever explained about the title. I just wanted to say that it was inspired by an episode of American Idol. …Just thought that might be interesting. )

Mary and Lucy talked the rest of the night away. They discussed everything that's happened with Mary in the past month, from how she decided to have sex to if she wants to give birth to a boy or a girl. Lucy tried her best to keep the conversation as light as possible, but it was really hard considering the topic. She could tell as they talked, though, that Mary was holding back from her. She wasn't telling her the whole story, but 20 minutes into the conversation Lucy got used to Mary frequently changing the subject.

By 11:30, the two of them were exhausted, not to mention they both had school in the morning. They got ready for bed like they always did- put on their warm weather pajamas and brushed their teeth. When Mary was coming back from the bathroom, her parents stopped her in the hallway. They told her they would have a long talk when she got home the next day, and Mary nodded nervously. She couldn't resist, no matter how much she wanted to. In retrospect though, she had no reason to feel like she wanted to flee the country- not now. The worst of it was out; her parents knew she was pregnant.

Mary got into bed, said good night to Lucy, and turned off the light on the nightstand. She tried desperately to go to sleep, but she couldn't. Her thoughts were keeping her up into the wee hours of the night. As she lay there partially awake at 3:56 in the morning, she could have sworn she heard a faint tapping sound at her window. After about the sixth time she heard the noise, Mary got up and looked out the windowpane. She saw Wilson in her backyard with a handful of rocks. Quickly but silently, she ran down the stairs and out of the house. She met Wilson in the yard and he looked disgruntled.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

"Well, it's a long story. I hate to ask, considering everything and all, but could I spend the night? All I want to do is sleep in my car in your driveway."

Mary shook her head. "Not unless you tell me why you're here."

"Tomorrow- it's late."

"No, now," she said resolutely.

"Well, I was in my bedroom, about two hours ago, and my dad came in to tell me to go to bed. He noticed that I was, well, upset, and he asked me what was wrong."

Mary quickly picked up on Wilson's careful choice of words. "Were you crying?"

"No, not crying," he said trying to preserve his pride.

"Oh, ok," said playfully. "If that's what you say."

"Anyways," he said rolling his eyes at her, "I cracked and I told him about you."

"And?" Mary asked nervously.

"And he kicked me out of the house. He said I have disgraced the family beyond belief, and he doesn't want me living under the same roof as him and my mother. I'm not allowed to go back home."

"What about Billy?"

"I…uh…I don't know right now. My dad wouldn't let me take him with me. He screamed some stuff about not letting me corrupt him- that he's only a child and he deserves better than me."

"That's awful," Mary responded. All Wilson did was nod. It was late, and both of them had had a long day, so Mary decided to wrap this up as quickly as possible. "I'll tell you what. Don't sleep in your car. Come inside and sleep on the couch," she suggested.

"But you're dad-"

"I'll wake you up before he gets up and you can sneak out if you have to."

"All right," Wilson complied out of sheer exhaustion. "Thank you."

Mary took Wilson inside, got him some blankets, and set him up on the couch.

"Good night," she said, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"'Night and thanks again," he replied.

"Its my pleasure."

"Are you positive this is all right?"

"Look, I wouldn't have you wandering the streets. And even though you're not my dad's favorite person right now, he wouldn't have that either. Now just sleep and don't worry about this stuff," she said smiling.

Wilson said ok, and Mary went upstairs and back to bed. Still, she could not sleep. All that was on her mind was Wilson. She wasn't even thinking about the child within her, or that her baby's father could seriously be homeless- only her boyfriend.

She crept into the living room and sat down on the coffee table in front of Wilson's sleeping body. She stared at him and watched as he peacefully slept before her. She wondered if he was dreaming, what he was dreaming about, and why she always wore the pants in their relationship more days than not. Mary noticed his hand slung off the couch, and she picked it up. He came to, due to the motion, and stared up at Mary.

"Do I have to go?" he mumbled.

"Oh, no," she said laughing. "I was just watching you sleep."

"And why were you doing that? You should be sleeping yourself."

"I couldn't go back to sleep and I wanted to be close to you, so here I am," she said sounding satisfied with her response.

"The last time you wanted to be close-"

"No, no, no," Mary protested. "I just want to sit here with you. I feel lonely," she said quietly.

"Lonely huh?" Wilson said sitting up. "I can fix that." Wilson put his hands on Mary's waist and pulled her onto his lap. She leaned her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Wilson, I was thinking," Mary said.

"That's never good."

Mary huffed and hit his arm playfully. "As I was saying," she began again, "did your dad really kick you out?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"For good, or was he just angry?"

"I really think he meant it. There was something about the way he said it- you'd have to know my dad to understand."

"Oh, OK. Was he serious about Billy, too? Can he do that?"

"I was thinking about that while I was in my car before. It would be better for him to live with my parents. My dad was right, I am a screw-up, and he deserves better than that."

"You are not a screw-up, and you deserve to be with your son."

"I really think it's for the best Mare," he said unyieldingly.

"So that's it? You're just leaving Billy there?"

"I guess…I-I don't know."

Mary paused for a while, but then pushed onward. "What about college?"

"Crawford-scholarship, I told you already."

"That's right I remember now."

"Where are you going to live then?"

"I guess I'm going to have to get an apartment or something."

"Maybe you could live here," Mary said extemporaneously. She really wanted him in the same house as her so they could do this "having-a-baby" thing right. Besides, she wouldn't mind having him watch over her all the time.

"Is there any room here?"

Mary laughed and so did Wilson. "We could make room."

"I don't know Mare. You're parents…"

"…Don't even know I asked you, so don't get your hopes up."

Wilson smiled, but eventually it faded away. "Are you scared?" he asked Mary.

"Scared of what?"

"Of being pregnant."

"No, I'm not scared. I'm petrified. I don't think I can do this, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to do it alone."

"You won't be alone- I'm not going to leave you."

"I don't think you're going to leave me, I think my parents are going to make you stay as far away from me as possible."

"And you wanted me to move in here."

Mary rolled her eyes at Wilson, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek.