A/N: This is kind of a "where are they now" sort of thing. The long and short of it, I got bored, and thanks to my fabulous Desktop class I reread this story, got involved in it again, and ended up with this. I hope you don't hate it.

Seven years later brought Mary and Wilson back to the Camden house, a place that held innumerable memories for them, most of them pleasant and revolving around lust. Things had changed there, though, as Mary and Wilson had. Matt was long gone; he had married three years ago. Lucy was not married, but living on her own. Simon was in college now, and to the shock of everyone who ever found out, he lived in a fraternity house. Ruthie was the only one who was left home. She was a sophomore in high school and was fairly popular, but she often felt lonely. She missed the hustle and bustle that the house had in the past.

Wilson and Mary married the summer after her senior year in high school five years ago, a week after she finally turned eighteen. They lived about an hour away from GlenOak in a more northern part of California. They were beyond happily married together and loved having a place of their own. Annie and Eric had been bugging them to visit, so they came down to spend a weekend here.

It was Sunday morning and they had to get up to go to church soon, another thing that Mary had changed about her life. She still believed in God and most of the values that were instilled in her as a child, but they didn't have the time to devote to church or the energy. They usually spent their Sundays worshipping each other.

Mary and Lucy's old bedroom was empty, along with every other room except the attic that Ruthie had hijacked as soon as Mary and Wilson left, so they were sleeping in there. Last night, they did some décor rearranging and pushed the two twin beds together to form one big sized bed. Mary was lying against Wilson's side. He was still asleep. Mary had woken up before him feeling sick and she knew why. Whenever she felt nauseous she found herself yelling at herself, screaming inside her head to tell Wilson already and to not puke all over the place. Mary rolled over to face him and studied his face. He was sleeping so peacefully that she didn't want to ruin his morning with this sort of news. Besides, it was certainly make church even less bearable. But at any rate, she couldn't hide this from him anymore. She had to tell him because she couldn't deal with it alone.

Tears formed in Mary's eyes and she quickly wiped them away, jostling Wilson and waking him up in the process. Wilson's eyes opened slowly and he smiled at Mary. She tried to smile back but she couldn't. She was too nervous.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Nothing…it's just…"

"Just what?"

Mary sighed heavily and tears reformed in her eyes. "I have something I have to tell you."

"OK," he said sitting up.

Mary sat up, too, and took Wilson's hands into her. "It feels kind of ironic…and wrong really that I am doing this here, but I just can't keep hiding it any longer. I need you to help me."

"Well, um, I'm here for you Mare, and I love you."

Before Mary could say anything tears fell from her eyes without her consent. Wilson wiped them away for her and she smiled slightly. She took his hand away and held it tightly to her heart. Mary took a deep breath and forged onward. "Wilson," she began as calmly as she could, "I'm pregnant."

Wilson stared back at Mary in disbelief and awe. His lack of a reaction made Mary feel worse and she started bawling. Wilson reached out for her and held her closely. "Why are you crying? This is wonderful."

"Maybe, but I'm scared."

"I know you are, but it will be OK."

"That's what you said last time and it wasn't. Everything went wrong."

"Not everything," he reassured her.

"It's not that I don't want to have a baby, but I don't want to have to give birth again. I can't even imagine going through that again. I don't think I can. And…and last time when we got pregnant everything changed dramatically. I like the way everything is now; I don't want it all to change."

"You're right it will change, but it will be a good change. I'll make sure of it."

"What if the baby is not OK? What if I'm not OK?"

"Well cross that bridge when we get to it." He rubbed her cheek with his hand. "Did you go to the doctor?" She nodded. "How far along are you?"

"For months." His eyes widened. "I only found out two weeks ago."

"You've been hiding this from me for four weeks?" he said more out of sympathy than out of anger.

"Well, when I went to the doctor I asked if the baby was healthy and everything and he said that as far as he can tells so far everything is OK."

Wilson sensually kissed Mary's lips. "I love you, and I'm excited."

Mary kissed Wilson. "I love you, too, and I want to be excited but I'm nervous."

Wilson stared into her eyes for a little bit before smiling. "We're going to have a baby!" he said enthusiastically.

Mary smiled sheepishly as Wilson went in to kiss her passionately. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he lowered her back onto the bed and rolled himself on top of her lightly. Mary moaned into his mouth and released all of her anxiety over telling Wilson. He was ecstatic and she could tell that with a little time she could be to. All she needed to do was get into the right frame of mind, stay positive, and the rest would fall into place. And even if it didn't, she would still have Wilson. For nine years she has had Wilson with her, and they had gotten through so much that this almost seemed like nothing. They could get through this, too, and finally become parents at a proper stage in their lives. Married to the most wonderful man in the world with a baby on the way. Mary hadn't done too poorly for herself. Neither had Wilson.

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