(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I went on vacation and I've been working on the later chapters of this story. FYI, if all goes as planned I expect at least a 20 chapter story out of this one. Again, thanks for the reviews. I love your feedback, and please continue to send me some. I really like to know if people actually read these things I put on here.)

Wilson walked upstairs and into Mary's bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, still in her robe waiting for Wilson to return to her. She knew he would come back eventually, and she was staying put until he did.

"Hey precious," Wilson said sitting down next to her. Are you OK? You look a little off."

"Yeah, it's just this whole thing has me a bit shaken up."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Wilson asked.

"No, I don't think so. What did my dad want to talk to you about?" Wilson picked up Mary's hands and smiled nervously at her. "What?" she asked. "Is it something bad?"

"No, not particularly," he answered," but you probably won't like it very much. Your father talked to that police officer you guys are friendly with…"

"Sergeant Michaels?"

"Yeah, him. He told your dad that the only reason they arrested me was because of who you are."

"What?"

"Well, not because of you, but more because of your father. If he wasn't who he was in the community, they would have looked the other way so to speak."

Mary was truly perplexed.  "I don't understand. They can't' do that, can they?"

"It's not right, but they can. Your dad's going to get me a lawyer, though."

"And what are you going to do," Mary asked, "plead innocent?"

"I don't know," he said sounding frustrated. "I'll have to talk to the lawyer I guess."

"At this point, Mary was getting angry- not at anyone in particular, but just in general. "What time is it?" she asked crossly.

"Around a quarter to seven."

"Do you have to work tonight?" Mary asked hoping he didn't.

"No," Wilson said.

"Good, then I'm going to sleep."

"Are you sure your OK?" Wilson asked raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm fine; I'm just really tired and I don't feel very well."

"OK. Do you want me to sit with you?"

"No, maybe later," she said shyly. Wilson nodded at her and headed for the door. "Wait a second," Mary called out to him, motioning for him to come closer. She lightly put her hands on his face and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. "I do love you. You know that, right?"

" I know, and I love you too."

Wilson left Mary alone for a while as she slept. However, when Mary finally opened her eyes hours later, she found that the lights were off, Lucy was in bed, and Wilson was hovering over her.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hi, what are you doing in here?"

"I just wanted to sit with you. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Mary said taking his hand. "I get kind of lonely without you."

"Well, if you think it's lonely in here, you should try sleeping up in the attic."

Mary smiled seductively. "Maybe one night I'll keep you company up there."

Wilson couldn't help but smile at that remark, too. "That sounds nice."

"Are you OK though? You don't just stalk me in the middle of the night for no reason."

Lucy rolled over and groaned, not giving Wilson a chance to answer. She obviously did not like the fact that Wilson was in the bedroom. Mary glared over in Lucy's direction, angered by how quickly she took offense to things.

"It's late," Wilson told Mary, "go back to sleep."

"Are you going or staying?"

"I'd like to stay a little bit if you don't mind."

Mary squeezed Wilson's hand. "Not at all."

Lucy rolled over and violently threw the covers off of her. "I'm going to get a glass of water," she announced and marched out of the bedroom. Lucy went out in the hallway, passed the bathroom and the kitchen stairs, and went directly into her parent's bedroom. She shook her father awake, and he looked at her questioningly.

"Luce? What's wrong?"

"Nothing really, except hat it's 1:30 in the morning and Wilson is in our bedroom hovering over Mary like he's some sort of bird."

"What?!" Eric said, his voice becoming strong and more awake.

Lucy nodded, and now this time it was Eric's turn to throw the covers off of him and walk down the second floor hallway. Before he opened the door, he stopped and counted to ten. It helped him to calm down a little bit, but it was hard to tell that there was a calm nerve in his entire body. He turned the doorknob, and looked in on Mary and Wilson. What Lucy had said was true, Wilson was standing over Mary, holding her hand as she slept before him. Before he went to yell, he took a good look at Wilson. He could tell that he was upset, and even thought he saw that his eyes were more moist than usual. Eric felt compassion for the young boy, and realized how much he must be going through right now. He entered the room, taking pity on Wilson.

"Everything all right in here?" Eric asked, putting a hand on Wilson's shoulder in a fatherly manner.

"I'm sorry," Wilson quickly apologized. "I wasn't doing anything to her, I just wanted to be in here. I'll go."

"I think that would be best," Eric said sympathetically.

Wilson let go of Mary's hand and turned toward the door.

"Are you leaving?" Mary asked him without opening her eyes, completely unaware that her father was in the room.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Get some sleep."

"I love you."

Wilson smiled. He knew that Mary would have a major fit if she knew she told him that she loved him in front of her father. "Love you too."

Wilson finally left the room and went up to the attic, but Eric lingered in the hallway for a little. Lucy came toward him and looked at him bizarrely.

"Something wrong Dad?"

"Did Wilson seem OK to you?"

"Not really," Lucy confessed, "that's why I came and got you. I didn't mean to get him in trouble, but he was acting kind of strange and I didn't think that him being in the room was the best thing."

Eric sighed. "You're probably right. Good night Luce," he said ruffling her hair.

"Good night Dad."

Lucy ducked away into the bedroom and Eric walked toward his at the other end of the corridor. He got back into bed next to his wife, who quickly curled up around him.

"Everything OK in there?" Annie inquired.

"I guess so," Eric said, "but I'm going to talk to Wilson. I think he may be getting depressed." Eric closed his eyes, following the majority of GlenOak into a resting state. As he lay there practically wide awake, he couldn't help but get Wilson off of his mind. When did Mary's boyfriend become as important to me as my own kids? How did Wilson get to be the newest member of the Camden family so quickly?