(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever, but this story is taking me a while to write. Don't worry, though. For those of you who are my loyal readers, I thank you and promise that this WILL be finished eventually.)

Mary watched Lucy enter and exit the room out of the corner of her eye about 5 times in 10 minutes. Mary wished that Lucy would just go away, not only because she wanted some privacy, but also because she was not feeling well. She was not sure if at 4 months, one week, and three days the baby could move around or not, but that was definitely what it felt like. It was different than cramps, different than anything she had ever really experienced before. It would come and go in waves and was extremely inconsistent, but the unpredictability of the pain did not make it feel any better. Mary grabbed her stomach and rolled over onto her side, hoping that it would all go away soon. Just as she was feeling better, however, her mother entered the bedroom.

"Mary?" The sound of her mother's voice seemed to jolt the discomfort through her again like a bolt of lightening.

Mary persevered and sat up so that the two of them could converse.

"Your father went with Sergeant Michaels down to the police station. He's going to try his best to get Wilson out of there and back home."

"Will he be out by tonight?"

"I'm not quite sure. My guess would be yes, though, but don't get your hopes up."

Mary nodded, not knowing how else to respond to the information at hand.

Still, she must have looked more forlorn than she thought, because her mother picked up on her mood right away. "You really care for him, don't you?"

Mary nodded her head vigorously. "A lot."

Annie smiled. "I heard that you guys said the big 'I love you'."

Mary nodded once more, feeling no reason to hide how she felt about Wilson.

"You two seem to have a very special bond," Annie said.

"Yeah, we do."

"It kind of reminds me of myself and your father."

"Really?" Mary asked sounding very excited.

"Yup. Don't tell your Dad I said this, but I think you two might really have something- something that could last a lifetime," Mrs. Camden responded with a smile.

"Nothing will ever come of it if he doesn't come home," Mary said with a pout.

Annie wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Don't worry. He's coming back and everything will eventually go back to normal."

"Normal as in before I got pregnant or normal as in before he was arrested?"

"Um, before he was arrested. Your life will never go back to the way it was before you got pregnant Mary."

This made Mary's stomach hurt even more than before. She clutched it quickly, trying desperately not to draw any attention to the fact that she was in pain. "I think I am going to go take a bath, get my mind off of things."

"Good idea," her mother responded. "The bubbles are in the cabinet."

Mary got up and headed toward the bathroom, taking her bathrobe with her as she left the bedroom. She got the water ready and made sure that it was nice and warm. The temperature of the water was supposed to calm her nerves and her stomach, but it seemed to do more of the latter.

After 35 minutes, her stomach was beginning to calm down, but Mary was getting chilly. The water had turned from warm to cold and uncomfortable very fast. She raised her arm out from the water and looked at her hand, discovering that her fingers were so pruny that they looked like a road map. Mary stepped out of the tub and wrapped her towel around her when there was a knock on the door. Living with 4 brothers and sisters, Mary was used to people interrupting her time in the bathroom.

"Just a second," she said as she quickly dried off and tied her robe around her.

Once she had the robe securely in place, she opened the door in front of her. From behind it, Wilson stepped inside. Mary stared at him curiously, convinced that it was not he who was standing in front of her. Clearly, it had to be some sort of mirage.

"Mare?" Wilson asked her. "You OK?"

Mary then realized it was really him. She threw her arms around his waist, holding him tighter than she had in a long time.

"No, I am not OK," she responded, "but I am better now that you are here. What happened?"

Wilson sighed heavily. "It's a long story."

"A long story you're going to tell me, right?" Mary inquired.

"Sure," he said smiling down at her.

Mary held onto Wilson for what seemed to be an exceedingly long time. She was so determined not to let him go that no amount of coaxing could get her to give him up. Wilson leaned down and kissed Mary's lips passionately, sweeping her off her feet with his devotion for her. Mary's hands went to Wilson's face as she kissed him back out of longing and desire. Even though she knew it was wrong, everything with him felt so right that it was hard for her to stop herself. Although she could not control her urges, there was definitely someone who could.

Eric knocked at the door and cleared his throat, desperately trying to manage his drive to pull Wilson off of his daughter. Wilson pulled away from Mary and turned to look at Eric. Reverend Camden couldn't help but notice that Wilson looked guilty, almost a sad looking guilty. When he saw his face, Eric's fatherly instincts turned off and his minister ones kicked in. He actually found himself feeling sorry for Wilson.

"Did you want something Dad?" Mary asked as she watched her father stare blankly at her boyfriend.

"Um, yes I did," he said snapping out of it. "I wanted to talk to Wilson downstairs."

"Could I come? I mean, this involves me just as much as it involves him."

"Not this time Mary, OK?" he said, making Mary feel like an 8-year-old child.

Wilson left with the Reverend and the two of them went into the office to talk. Wilson did not know what the conversation was going to be about, but he decided that the first thing he should do was to apologize.

"I'm really sorry about all of this Sir. If I had known that this was going to happen…I…I wouldn't have let all of this happen. I'm such an idiot."

"First of all, you are not an idiot Wilson. You're a very smart boy, and although I do not always approve of your relationship with my daughter you treat her well. That's more than a lot of people can say about themselves. As for all of this…" Reverend Camden didn't know what to say to him. "I want to say it's not your fault but that wouldn't be completely accurate."

"How would it not be my fault?" Wilson asked.

"Before I got you out of jail, I talked with Sergeant Michaels some more. He told me something that was, well, very disturbing. He said that the only reason you got arrested was because in this town your case would be what they would consider a high-profile case. If my family wasn't my family, and you had slept with some random underage girl there would have been no problem. But since Mary is Mary, you got punished for all of this."

"What?" Wilson said, not believing what Eric was telling him.

"Sergeant Michaels told me that GlenOak has a very big statutory rape problem, the third highest in the state with most of the incidents resulting in pregnancy. They figured that since we are in the public eye, so to speak, arresting you would help raise awareness about the issue. The idea was to stop perverted men from having sex with little girls at your expense."

"And this was all going to stop by making me pay a fine and spend a month or two in jail?"

"Apparently so."

"But that doesn't make any sense."

"I know. I wanted to tell you that I plan on fighting this for you. I'm going to help you get out of this mess because what they are doing to you is not right."

"Is there a law against what they are doing or something?"

"No. This is not going to be easy because technically you are guilty, but I'm going to try Wilson. I'll call in a few favors and get you a good lawyer- someone who can help you out of this situation."

"Thank you Reverend, I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, but I do want to ask you a favor."

"What's that?"

"I know you are going to tell Mary all of this and when you do, try and brake it to her gently. She can be a little stubborn as you probably already know, and I'm not quite sure how she is going to take this one. My guess would be not very well."

Wilson nodded. "I'll try my best." He got up and went toward the door.

"And Wilson," Eric said just before he was about to leave, "you're welcome."