(A/N: I am starting off by saying that, especially from now until the end of the story, I know nothing about anything. That being said, this sis when everything starts to happen, the real plot begins. Everything else before this could kind of be considered a prologue. This is the beginning of "good part".)

21 week pregnant Mary was sitting in the living room with Wilson. The two were holding hands, enjoying each other's company. Mary rested against Wilson, moving every three seconds to find a comfortable position. Wilson grabbed pillows, putting them behind Mary's back, between her legs- anything to help her feel relaxed. No matter how hard he tried, though, it was a lost cause.

"You know," she said after turning around to face Wilson, "I really don't feel like sitting."

"Ok, then," he responded, "what do you want to do?"

"Anything that gets me up and moving around, I'm going stir crazy being in this house all day."

"Want to go take a walk?" Wilson suggested.

"Can I?" Mary asked him apprehensively.

"I don't see why not. Come on, let's go."

He stood before Mary and reached out his hand. She took it, and after struggling to her feet the two of them were out the front door. They decided upon walking to nearby Kingston Park.  As they strolled down the streets of GlenOak on their way, Mary couldn't help but notice all of the unwelcome stares and whispers that were coming their way. Everyone in town knew who she was, that she was pregnant, and had an opinion, or at the very least a comment, on her life. After just barely 16 years living as the notorious "Mary Camden", she still couldn't figure out the reason behind all of the hype that surrounded her existence. Why was she so special? Granted, her father was a minister, but so what? That did not make every whimsical moment of her teenage years a crime.

To spite everyone, as they neared a pack of female church gawkers, Mary shoved her hand into Wilson's back pocket. The whispers grew louder as they witnessed her actions. The most unexpected reaction, however, was form Wilson. He gave Mary a satisfied, yet censorious look. She told him just to play along. When they finally were in front of the women, Mary pinched his butt. Wilson jumped nearly two feet in the air, getting a giggle out of the women and Mary, who then removed her hand from his jeans.

"What was that about?" Wilson asked her.

"I should be asking the same of you. Are you training to be the next Sugar Plumb Fairy? Because you should know, I find a man in tights very sexy."

"Do you?"

Mary laughed, and squeezed Wilson's hand. "I love you."

"I know, and I love you, too."

They advanced into the park, and Mary started getting very distant.

"Are you all right?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I always used to come to this park when I was little. I never pictured myself coming here when I was sixteen and pregnant."

They walked around the park some more, and got closer to the playground area. It was such a beautiful day- meant for park going. Satisfied that the park was silent because the children of GlenOak were in school for at least another half hour, Wilson tried to imagine him and Mary bringing their own or daughter or son here on a day as fine as this. He was quickly pulled out of his reverie, though, by Mary's eagerness to go on the swings. Watching her walk over to them bought him a huge dose of reality. Mary was so young, and for that matter so was he. She was pregnant before she finished her sophomore year of high school; that was pathetic. What did that say about Mary, or Wilson, or even their commitment toward one another? Many other teens could say no to sex- Mary was even brought up to say no. Why weren't they strong enough to conquer their urges?

Mary sat herself into one of the swings. "I can't believe I can fit into one of these. I'm huge."

"You're not huge," Wilson protested. "You're gorgeous."

Mary blushed, and started to swing herself gently back and forth. Wilson sat down in the swing next to her, and Mary stopped and looked at him. "Do you miss Billy?" she asked him.

"Very much," he answered quickly, "why?"

"Do you think about him?"

"Everyday. And I wish that I could provide the right type of life for him- the type of life that he deserves. But I can't do that right now, and my parents can. I don't regret what I did."

"I never said you regretted it, I was just wondering, that's all."

"Why?"

"No reason," she said nonchalantly as she kicked at the beige sand underneath her feet.

"Come on Mary," Wilson pleaded. "I know you. You can't hide anything from me. Just tell me what you're thinking."

Mary quickly stammered for a response, but could not come up with one. Before Wilson was able to force the reason out of her, though, two squad cars with flashing lights rolled into the parking lot in front of the swings. Two officers came out of one of the vehicles and hopped the partition that separated the play area from the blacktop as if they were making a major drug bust. To her surprise, the two men ran right at Wilson.

"Wilson West?" the slightly taller one questioned in a booming, authoritative voice.

"Yes," Wilson said getting up off of the swing.

"You are under arrest."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb with us," the shorter male said rudely. "You are under arrest for statutory rape."

Mary was in a panic. It all happened so fast- she was talking to Wilson, and the next thing she knew he was being put into the back of a cop car and taken away from her. Mary made a pact with herself a couple of months ago not to cry anymore if she didn't have a reason. She figured since she didn't know what was going on, she couldn't muster up a reason, therefore she mustn't cry.  She looked around the park, scared stiff of being alone. As her head was turning from side to side, she noticed something. The other car was still sitting in the parking lot- it never left. Before she could even think of what to do, Sergeant Michaels stepped out of the automobile.

"Hello Mary," he said walking toward her. "Are you alright?"

"I…I don't know. What just happened?"

"Come on, I'll take you home and we can discuss this with your parents."

Mary was too confused to do anything but comply. She got into the car and rode off with the family friend. For the 30 seconds that they were in the car, Mary's mind began to race. What if Wilson stays in jail? What about us? What about the baby? I can't do this by myself; I need him with me.

Just before she started hyperventilating, they pulled into her driveway. The two of them went to the front door. Mary smiled graciously at Sergeant Michaels and rang the bell.

"Sorry," she said politely, "Wilson had the key to the house."

He nodded at her, his eyes seeming very sympathetic. Almost too sympathetic, she thought. Mary could hear footsteps pounding down the stairs from inside the house, and the door quickly opened unveiling Lucy and Simon. Mary walked into the house, inviting Sergeant Michaels inside as her siblings stared at their sister.

"What's going on?" Lucy asked.

"Uh, Simon, can you go get Mom and Dad for me?"

Simon scurried off, but Lucy remained. "What's going on Mary?" she asked her older sister yet again.

"I don't know," she responded without making eye contact.

"Where's Wilson?"

Mary didn't answer her, she just looked away. Before Lucy could hound Mary any further, Annie and Eric walked into the foyer together.

"Hello Sergeant Michaels," Eric said to his long time friend.

"What brings you here?" Annie questioned as Mary walked over to join her parents.

"Um, could we sit down?" he asked.

"Is that necessary?" Eric asked, growing concerned that something awful had happened.

"Yes, I think it is."

Annie led him, Mary, and Eric into the living room. Mary sat on one couch between her parents and the officer sat across from them on the other couch.

"Would you like something to eat, something to drink maybe?" Mrs. Camden asked politely.

"No, thank you," he said as he clasped his hands together and then unclasped them- a surefire sign that he was nervous.

Mary looked around the room, feeling like she was having some sort of out-of-body experience. She couldn't be in this room talking with her parents and a police officer about why Wilson had just been arrested. None of this seemed possible. As she studied the color of the walls, Mary noticed that Lucy was spying on them.

"Can you excuse me for just a moment?" Mary said as she stood up and walked out of the room. She went over to Lucy, who was shocked that Mary had spotted her. "What are you doing?"

"I'm the oldest one who's not in trouble, I have to find out what's going on."

"What makes you think I'm in trouble?"

"You're in there with Sergeant Michaels. And where is Wilson?"

Mary sighed heavily, and grabbed Lucy's hand. "Come on," she said as she pulled Lucy into the living room. At least this way Mary would not be forced to explain anything to Lucy later.

"So, what is this all about?" Eric asked.

"Wilson was arrested," Mary said quietly and plainly.

"What?" said Lucy, Annie, and Eric all at the same time.

"What for?" Annie asked. Mary just shrugged her shoulders, and the three remaining Camdens turned to Sergeant Michaels.

"Wilson was arrested for statutory rape."

"W-with me?" Mary asked the room full of people. Sergeant Michaels nodded. "That does not make sense. Wilson definitely did not rape me."

"I'm sure he didn't Mary," the policeman told her.

"Than what's the problem? I mean, I consented completely. In his defense, I was the one who-"

"It has nothing to do with that," Sergeant Michaels explained. "It has to do with age. How old were you when you and Wilson…" Sergeant Michaels couldn't even finish his sentence. He felt it was sinful to ask these questions to such an innocent young girl.

"I was 15. I'm 16 now though."

"And how old was Wilson?"

"18. But why does it matter?"

At this point, Reverend Camden chimed it. "It's unlawful for someone over 18, a man or a woman, to sleep with a minor. Not to mention it is unethical, but it is punishable under the law."

"Oh," Mary said in a quiet voice. "How punishable?"

"I didn't really look into that," Sergeant Michaels answered. "Fines, community service, small jail time is probably what he is facing."

Mary took a deep breath. "But can I see him? He is in jail right?" Sergeant Michaels nodded. "Can we get him out?"

"Yes, but not without bail. It will probably be a big one, too, considering he is an alleged sex offender."

Annie wrapped her arm around Mary, but she pushed her hand off. "This is a lot for me to process right now. I… I'm going to go upstairs. Thanks for bringing me home Sergeant Michaels."

Mary ran up the stairs, her hand on her stomach the entire time. Lucy went after her, and when she approached the closed bedroom door she was greeted with silence. She went inside and saw Mary curled up into a tight ball on her bed. Her eyes were glazed over, and she looked like she was somewhere else. Mary wished that she were somewhere else, in particular the GlenOak Police Precinct in the middle of town. She wanted to be with Wilson, to hear his voice and have him tell her that it was all OK. She tried not to think about that, though, but she couldn't get Wilson out of her mind. She kept picturing Wilson giving her his famous speech. "It's amazing how one night can change your life…"