(A/N: So sorry it took me so long that to type this up. I've had it written for at least 4 days, but I never felt like deciphering my hand writing and typing up 5 pages front and back of notebook paper. I have most of the next chapter written, too- well half of it at least. I'll definitely have it up by the end of this week at the latest, don't you worry.)

A week and a half later, Mary was starting to turn more and more into the stereotypical "pregnant woman" everyday. Her moods were unpredictable, she was eating weird, and she couldn't stand to be around anyone but herself most of the time.

After another one of her "Mary's specialty" dinners- 4 mayonnaise, ketchup, Swiss cheese and green olives sandwiches, Wilson had to leave for work. He was lucky enough to become a part-time night manager at a local discount department store, and although he did not care for the hours, it paid more than if he were just a regular daytime employee. Wilson went to kiss Mary good-bye, not knowing if she would choose tonight to beg him to stay or practically throw him out of the house.

Tonight, however, Mary did a little bit of both. While she accepted the kiss, she walked away from him without verbally saying good-bye. All day, she claimed that she was very tired, and she was heading up for bed at 6:30.

Mary entered the room to find Lucy in there reading the august issue of a popular teen magazine. Mary lied down on the bed and closed her eyes.

"This is definitely a new record," Lucy said looking at the clock. "It's not even 7 o'clock yet."

"You try having a ten pound watermelon attached to your stomach all day."

"And moody tonight, what a double joy," Lucy said as she turned the page of her magazine. "Hey Mary, maybe you should read this article." Lucy thrust the magazine in Mary's direction, and Mary picked it up. ON the page Lucy was referring to, there was a picture of a couple kissing, and above them in big red letters was the title "How to tell when 'all the way' is OK". Appalled, Mary continued turning the pages only to find that the article continued one for three more pages.

"I don't know why this article is so long," Mary stated. "I can tell you right now that it's not OK unless you're in love."

"So are you saying that is was or was not OK for you and Wilson?"

Mary shrugged her shoulders.

"Are you in love with him?"

"That's really none of your business," she said rolling over to face the opposite direction of Lucy.

"So was that a yes then?"

"Look, if I don't love Wilson then I'm in big trouble. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you before I told him."

"So you do love him? I knew it," Lucy said trying to sound smart.

"I did not say that," Mary protested. "I still have seven months to decide."

"Oh come on," Lucy said to Mary. "I can save you the trouble and tell you right now that you love him."

Mary sighed. "You're right, I do love him. The thing is I'm not sure if I'm in love with him."

"What's the difference?" Lucy asked perplexed.

"If you don't know the difference then we really shouldn't be having this conversation," Mary explained to Lucy. "Now good night."

Mary rolled over and closed her eyes. Within five minutes Mary was asleep. She slept for a good four hours before Wilson awaked her.

"How was work?" she mumbled.

"Good," he whispered back, "it's getting better. I just wanted to tell you I'm home and say goodnight."

"Goodnight," Mary responded smiling.

Wilson bent down and lightly pressed his lips against hers. "Sleep well."

Wilson went upstairs to the attic bedroom and Mary went back to sleep. Her slumber did not last long, however. Around 1:00 a.m., Mary started violently tossing and turning, mumbling things loud enough to wake up the entire second floor of the household. Lucy took a stuffed animal and threw it at Mary, hitting her square in the nose. Her aim has seemed to continually get better each night Lucy did that.

Mary's eyes sprang open with the impact, and she threw the covers off of her. She laid there for three minutes before deciding to go and wake up Wilson. Mary walked upstairs and stood next to him as he slept. Her eyes started to tear and she sniffled. The noise woke Wilson up, and his eyes opened to see Mary hovering over him.

"What's wrong?" he asked sitting up. Mary didn't answer him, but her crying got more intense. "Are you OK?" he asked caressing her arms gently, hoping she would give him some sort of answer. But alas, Mary only shrugged. Wilson smiled sympathetically at Mary. "Come on, I'll tuck you back into bed."

Mary nodded and leaned against Wilson as he guided her back to her bedroom. He pulled down the sheets of her bed and covered Mary up.

"Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?"

"No, I think I'll be OK." She sits up and kisses Wilson benevolently. That in itself threw up a red flag.

"All right, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Mary expostulated, though still sounding positively weepy. "I'm fine."

"But-"

Mary cut Wilson off. "Listen to me, I'm fine."

"Are you sure, because-"

This time, it was Lucy who interrupted him. "She's sure," Lucy muttered sleepily. "Now both of you go to sleep."

"Yeah," Mary whispered, "she needs all the 'beauty rest' she can get."

Wilson laughed, and Lucy threw a pillow at both of them. Wilson kissed Mary's forehead and then left the room to go back to his.

Mary fell asleep quickly, but not before doing a quick evaluation of her relationship with Wilson. Tonight, along with most of the evenings recently, led Mary to thinking that she was a weakling. Not physically of course, but emotionally. She found herself frequently giving up on things when she thought they were too difficult to handle, and then running to Wilson for support. But before Mary could contemplate why this was, she entered a deep slumber.

That period of rest did not last as long as she would have liked it to. Mary woke up nearly two hours later in a cold sweat, panting heavily as she lay in bed staring straight up at the white ceiling. She felt so emotionally overwhelmed that she began to cry- not loudly at first but increasing in volume as the morning drew nearer.

When light started to shine through her window, Mary decided to do something. She sat upright, wrapped herself up in her comforter, and stood at the foot of her bed.

"Mary?" Lucy mumbled murmured just as she was about to make a break for it. "Where are you going?"

"No where," she answered her sister sweetly," now go back to sleep."

Lucy mumbled some garbled words as Mary exited the room. Just before she left, Mary glimpsed at the digital clock on her nightstand. 4:09- only four hours until she could wake Wilson up. "Oh well," she figured. "It's worth the wait."

*** PLEASE CONTINUE TO REVIEW! IS THIS CHAPTER STUPID? WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF IT? I HAVE A POINT TO ALL OF THIS, WHICH I DON'T WANT TO GIVE AWAY RIGHT NOW BUT IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.