Four weeks had passed since Mary and Wilson's first meeting with Mr. Rosling, and up until the past few days everything seemed to be going fine. Wilson and Mary had three appointments with the lawyer in his office and each one that passed seemed to hold more and more of a positive outlook for the future.

Mary sat in the living room, trying to catch a little shut-eye as she waited for Wilson to return home from class at Crawford University.

"Mary, phone!" Simon screamed just as she was nodding off.

Mary picked up the phone next to her- it in the same spot she put it in before after she had received her last call 20 minutes ago. "Hello?"

"Mary, I'm so sorry to bother you again," Mr. Rosling said on the other end.

"That's OK." The fact that it really was not OK didn't seem to bother Mary too much. She was just really tired, and Mr. Rosling had been calling at least once every hour during the day for the past three days. The most annoying part was that he would ask her one or two questions that seemed arbitrary to her, and then hang up only to call back later with another illogical question.

"Is Wilson home yet?"

"No, he is still at school."

"Oh." Mary could detect the pout on his face through his voice. "Well, maybe I could ask you instead. You should know."

"Ask away," she told him, secretly wishing this question would be the last for a while.

"Does Wilson have any brothers or sisters?"

"No, he is an only child."

"And his parents…he does have parents doesn't he?"

"Doesn't everyone have parents?"

"Well, yes, but…tell me what you know about them."

Mary thought for a second. She didn't know much, he never talked about them. He always was saying "your mom" or "your dad", and she couldn't even think of a time when Wilson had spoke about his own parents or even hinted at missing them. "Um, their names are Jeffery and Margaret West. His dad's an ophthalmologist…at a practice somewhere." Mary thought, but still couldn't come up with anything better than that. "I'm sorry that's all I know. I only met them once."

"Why is that?"

"I don't really know."

"Does Wilson have a good relationship with them?"

"I would say no, but then again that opinion is not from observing them or anything so I could be wrong."

"Interesting," Mr. Rosling said.  "And what about that kid…Billy right?"

Mary's face went completely pale and she immediately started sweating. "You should talk to Wilson about this," she said trying to avoid answering him.

"Why, does it make you uncomfortable?"

"No, but I am really tired and I want to rest up for tomorrow," Mary snipped back. Sometimes he seemed more like a therapist than a lawyer. Wilson would always tell her that that was because he was a very smart man, but on occasion Mary found herself doubting his knowledge.

"OK then. When will he be home?"

"Soon. When he gets here I'll tell him you called. Good-bye."

Mary hung up the phone, put it back on the coffee table, and closed her eyes tightly. She tried to forget about the stuff that was going on in her life right now, and she succeeded until Wilson came home. She was greeted with his lips on hers. She moaned into his mouth as she woke up and rolled toward him.

"Call Mr. Rosling," Mary said without opening her eyes.

"Did he call?"

"Only 7 times."

Wilson laughed. "I wasn't gone more than three hours."

"That's exactly my point," Mary said to him.

Wilson sat down next to Mary and kissed her forehead while picking up the phone. Mary wrapped her arms around Wilson.

"Maybe that call could wait," she said seductively.

Wilson kissed her lips and pressed the "talk" button on the phone. "Later. If I call him now we can have the rest of the afternoon together."

Mary smiled and leaned her head on Wilson's shoulder as he made the call. Mary picked up his free hand and nuzzled into his neck as she listened to one side of the two-person conversation.

"I called your parents," Mr. Rosling said.

"And why did you do that?"

"I wanted to ask them some questions."

"What did you ask them?" Wilson said sounding scared.

"About your son."

Wilson swallowed hard. "And what did they say?"

"Well, let's just say they told me their side of the story. Is there anything you would like to say?"

"Not really, there is only one side to that story. Whatever they said about me is probably true."

"That's not the way I see it. Anyway, I'm sorry for picking at old wounds. You are aware that they got custody of him though, right?"

"Yes, I had to sign off on it."

"That's what I assumed." Mr. Rosling paused for a second, then acted on an instinct. "Mary doesn't now, does she?"

"No," Wilson replied downheartedly.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything. That's not my place. But if it does come up in court tomorrow…"

"I know, I know. Thank you Mr. Rosling. See you tomorrow."

Wilson hung up the phone and kissed the top of Mary's head.

"Are you all right?" she asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Just then, Mrs. Camden walked into the living room. She knocked on the wall to get their attention, and Mary and Wilson looked up at her.

"Dinner is going to be ready in a couple of minutes. Are you hungry today Mary?"

"Starved," she responded.

Both Wilson and Mrs. Camden smiled. "Good. Why don't you two go wash up for dinner and then we'll eat."

That night, before Mary got into her own bed, she went into Wilson's and lied down with him. She placed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat through his dark green T-shirt. Mary was so sacred and anxious that she was literally shaking. All she could think of were all the strikes they had against them and that Wilson was unquestionably guilty of the crime he was being put on trial for the next day.

"Do you think we'll be able to pull it off?" she asked him.

"There's nothing to pull off. I am guilty, but I don't deserve the punishment. That is what we are fighting for, not to lie while under oath."

"I know, but everything is just so complicated. I'm afraid they'll ask you when you had sex with me and our ages and that will be that. And how can we afford to pay a fine? And if you got to jail I'll be beside myself. Two to three months…" she thinks aloud, "I'm already seven months pregnant."

"I know," he said rubbing her stomach, "but everything is going to be fine. Just you wait and see."

Mary stayed quiet for a while, deep in thought about lots of things. Mary's main gripe, however, was bothering her too much for her to be able to just let it go. "I talked to my dad today."

"Oh, what about?"

"Billy."

Dead silence filled the room, the kind that only came during major tests or crept up on people in the middle of the night.

"He told me everything," she finally said, "and I have to say that up until today I never thought I could love you anymore than I did, but after hearing what you did…I do. I can't believe you gave up Billy to your parents so that you could be with me. That's the most mind-blowing, sweetest, most sacrificial thing you could have done. I know you didn't do it for me and that you did it for Billy, but I am just in awe at the amount of strength you have." Mary kissed Wilson's cheek. "Why did you sneak around instead of telling me?"

"I didn't want you to think I was giving up Billy for you. I mean, I sort of was, but I didn't want you to blame yourself for anything. I love you."

"I love you too," she said, "and if everyone on that jury could see you the way I do you'd be a free man."

"Thank you," Wilson said. "Now come on, let me put you to bed. We both have a big day ahead of us."

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A/N: Next chapter…the trial. However, this won't be your average court case. Watch out Camdens, a surprise is in store that you won't ever forget. They'll need to pull together as a family for this one, an ENTIRE family. They have been so disjointed over the past 7 months, though, can they come together to save their second oldest?