School has finally let out, and things are finally starting to settle down at the Camden home. Wilson had found his place for at least the next seven months - at 12-week pregnant Mary's side. Catering to her every whim was his pleasure, considering everything his idiocy has put her through. It was not all bad, though. Occasionally, Mary would get very affectionate, or "lovey-dovey" as Wilson liked to refer to it.

The back porch was their special place at night. They would come there every evening and look up at the night sky, admiring the twinkling stars as they discussed their day with one another. It was their way of venting their teenage angst to each other calmly and constructively.

On this particular night, Mary was not saying much, which usually meant she had a lot to talk about.

"You're not talking. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Mary said still gazing up at the stars. "I'm just thinking, that's all."

"Thinking about what?"

"It's nothing; it's stupid."

"So? I still want to know," he said placing his arms around her.

"You're coming with me to the doctor tomorrow, right?"

"Definitely. I'll be right there next to you."

Mary looked into Wilson's eyes, petrified.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"I'm scared to go," she said still look intently into his eyes.

"You're scared of doctors?"

"No, not doctors…just that doctor," she confessed.

"Oh," Wilson said turning a slight shade of red. "But haven't you been before?"

"Well, not really. When they told me I was pregnant, it was from a blood test."

"Well…uh…don't worry. I'm sure everything will be fine. Don't worry about it."

"But I am worried about it," she said with unwavering conviction.

Wilson looked at her dumbfounded. "I don't know what to say to you."

"Forget it then. I'm tired; I'm going to bed. Good night." Mary got up and walked inside the house, leaving Wilson alone on the porch.

The next morning, Wilson wanted to do something to make Mary feel more at ease and, most importantly, not mad about his lack of a response last night. She usually slept until 10:30…maybe 11:00 in the morning. That gave him time to execute his plan. First thing he had to do was get Lucy out of the bedroom. After that, he locked the door sat down on Lucy's bed and waited for Mary to get up. There really wasn't a step three just yet; he figured he would just play everything from then on by ear.

Mary woke up about seven minutes after Wilson sat down. She rolled over to face the wall, mumbled something, and threw the blankets off of her. Wilson could tell that she was awake by that. He sat down on Mary's bed, startling her so much that she nearly fell off the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Three reasons. One, I wanted to be with you. Two, I came to apologize. And three, I have an idea." Wilson lied down next to Mary, but she sat straight up.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Nothing," he said taking her hand.

Mary rolled her eyes at Wilson and he started to get frustrated with her. That was until he noticed something; for the first time in about a month, Wilson got a good look at Mary. A real look at her- taking in her presence, her beauty, her form. She was truly a stunning sight to behold. He grabbed Mary's hand once more, and looked straight into her eyes.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's…I…uh…you're beautiful," he said softly.

"Excuse me?"

"You're beautiful Mare, and I don't tell you enough. You know how much I care about you, right?"

Mary looked at him strangely. "Am I dying or something?"

"No, never mind."

"Ok. And you don't have to apologize about last night. You didn't do anything to upset me, I was mad at myself. But let's not talk about that right now." The expression on Mary's face went from lighthearted to serious in two seconds flat. "I have something I want to show you."

"All right," Wilson said, inside scared as to what was Mary was about to unveil.

Mary laid down on the bed beneath her, and slightly lifted oversized nightshirt. Underneath her shirt was her rounded stomach. It was becoming quite apparent that Mary would not be able to hide the fact that she was having a child any longer. She took Wilson's hand and placed it on her warm skin, and rubbed it over her lower abdomen. Against Mary's will, her emotions got the best of her. Tears rolled from her eyes without her consent as she looked up at Wilson. Catching Mary off guard, Wilson bent down and lightly pressed his lips against Mary's stomach, and then kissed Mary's lips.

Mary took Wilson's arm and wrapped it around her as she laid down on her side. "This still seems so surreal," she said to him earnestly.

He held her close to him, thinking desperately about what to do next. "Well, you know it isn't good for you to just sit around and feel sorry for yourself. Why don't we go have breakfast?" he offered.

"I'm not that hungry, but I could have some orange juice I guess."

"That's the spirit," Wilson replied smiling.

Wilson and Mary trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Camden was cleaning.

"Ah, good afternoon," Mrs. Camden said upon seeing them.

"Its not that late," Mary shot back as she walked to the refrigerator and got out the fruit drink. Wilson walked up behind her, and she leaned against him.

"Are you OK?" Wilson whispered so Annie wouldn't hear.

"I don't know," she said back digging her head into his chest.

Wilson reached up and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. "Drink your juice and then...well...I have an idea."

"Should I be scared?" she asked him.

"That depends," he countered raising an eyebrow.

Mary smiled, and after she got her "light breakfast", the two of them sat down at the kitchen table. Mary continued to hang all over Wilson, and Annie did not like this one bit. She stopped her cleaning and sat across from them.

"So…" she said, trying to think of something to say. "How's life?" Mary just glared back at her mother. "Sorry," Annie added, "I shouldn't have said that."

Mary leaned her head on Wilson's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Wilson," Annie said quickly, still determined to keep their hormones at bay by striking up a conversation. "How's everything going with you? How do you like it here with us? All the commotion getting to you yet?"

"No, not at all," he said. "I enjoy living here, and I am very grateful that you took me in. I don't know where I'd be right now if it weren't for you're kind hospitality."

Annie was not listening to Wilson's response; her eyes were fixed on Mary. Seeing that her daughter was not going to even acknowledge the fact that she was in the room, she politely excused herself and left the room.

Mary finished her drink and turned toward Wilson. "Now what?"

"Well, I was thinking we could spend some quality time together."

"That'd be nice," she said with an innocent smile.

Wilson took Mary's hand and the two of them walked out the back door. They strolled around the backyard for a while, before finally settling on a place to hold each other- the side of the house. Mary thought this spot was perfect- you could walk out the back door and not know that anyone was out there. Finally she had found the privacy she had so craved to have with Wilson ever since she first met him.

Wilson leaned his back against the side of the house and held Mary to him. Mary's head laid on his brawny chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath. Wilson had his arms around Mary's waist, and the two of them stayed this way for nearly two hours.

Mary's feet were starting to get tried from standing for so long, and she shifted her weight onto her other foot. As she moved, her and Wilson's eyes met. Wilson leaned down and kissed Mary lips ardently. His tongue gently entered her mouth, overtaking the kiss with his passion for her. This kiss was like no other Mary had received before, and she pulled away from Wilson before he could finish. She took his arms away from her waist and walked out into the middle of the backyard.

Wilson, so confused by what had happened, watched her walk away before he reacted. "What's wrong?" he finally asked as he followed Mary.

He caught up with her, and put his hand on her arm. She turned to face Wilson and pulled his arm away from her.

"What?" he asked. "What did I do?"

"Don't kiss me like that," she commanded.

"Why? Did you not like it?"

"No…just promise me you won't kiss me like that," she said with tears in her eyes.

"OK," Wilson said still utterly bemused by her actions.

Before he knew it, Mary ran off inside the house. He waited a second as everything registered in his mind and then followed her inside. He entered the kitchen to find Mrs. Camden in the room.

"What's wrong? Mary just ran upstairs crying."

"I really don't know," Wilson responded. "One second she was fine and the next she wasn't. Do you think I should go and talk to her?"

"I don't know, maybe give her some time."

Wilson sat down at the island and the kitchen and put his head in his hands to think for a moment. He really had no idea what he had done wrong. The only thing he could think of was that it might have something to do with her doctor's appointment.

"Mrs. Camden, what time is Mary's appointment?"

"Um, in a bout a half an hour. You better get going in a couple of minutes."

Wilson nodded and went upstairs to get Mary. He knocked gently at her bedroom door, and could hear her crying quietly through the wood between them. She didn't respond to him, so he decided to use a verbal approach.

"Mare, can I come in for a second?"

He heard her sniffle, and he took that as a "yes". Wilson opened the white door to the bedroom and went and sat down on her bed next to her.

"I still don't know what I did," he confessed. Mary did not respond to him. "Well, we should leave pretty soon. Your appointment is in less than 30 minutes."

She nodded and walked out of the room without waiting for Wilson. He shook his head, and walked out to his car in Mary's shadow. Wilson went to the car, and got in next to Mary. He could tell that she was upset, and was trying to keep tears from falling.

"I'm not trying to push you or anything like that," Wilson said in a calm and rational voice, "but will you please just tell me what I did?"

"That kiss," she responded.

"What about it?"

"You can't kiss me like that. I don't feel comfortable being with you with those intentions right now. I'm trying to take some responsibility for my actions, and I don't feel like I can do that if we're kissing like that. The two of us having sex was wrong, and I don't think I've quite learned that yet. That's just a little too close for me right now; it's too soon Wilson."

Wilson nodded and picked up her hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were feeling like this."

"I've felt like this for a while. It was not that kiss that made me want to change our relationship, it just reminded me to verbalize it."

"I promise that I'll try as hard as I can not to be as close with you, but I have to admit that it's very hard for me," he told her.

"I know. It's not easy for me either. But for right now it's what I want to try, OK?"

"Yes, fine. I understand completely."

"You do?" she asked him with wide eyes. "Really?"

"Really. I respect you and if that's what you want them I'm more than happy to abide by that."

"Thank you," she said back quietly. "Now drive or we are going to be late."

"Are you still scared?"

"More nervous I guess but yes. I'll be all right, though. You'll be there, and nothing is going to go wrong."

"That's the sprit," he said smiling. Wilson got the urge to lean down and kiss Mary, but he stopped himself. If abstaining from a high level of intimacy is what she wanted for right now, then that was what he was going to have to give her. Wilson would do anything to make Mary happy, and although he would not admit it to himself quite yet, it was because he was falling in love with her- the same way that Mary had already fallen in love with him.