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Mary opened the door to her modest sized apartment and walked inside. Closing the door behind her, she saw the defeated West men on the couch waiting for her arrival. Even that, though, wasn't enough to lift their spirits. They looked up when they noticed her, but didn't move from the couch and chair they were seated on in the living room.
She decided to approach them, instead of waiting around for them, and walked over behind the couch that Billy and Wilson were seated on. She bent over, placed her hands on Wilson's cheeks, and kissed the top of his head vehemently. "Hi sweetie." She moved behind Billy, took his head in her hands, and kissed the tops of his head lightly. "Hi sweetie." Wilson and Billy smiled at the same time as Mary walked past George, patted the top of his head on the way, and sat down on the couch next to Wilson. She curled up next to his body.
"How are you doing?" Wilson asked Mary.
"I'm fine." She rubbed her hand over his muscular stomach. "I could ask you the same thing though."
"Don't worry about me," he replied quietly.
"That's impossible."
He rubbed the side of her stomach. "What are you doing, turning into me or something?"
George piped in. "Now that would be scary."
Mary sat up a little and turned her attention to George. "So Mr. Funny Man, how are you doing?"
"Not as bad as both of your 'sweeties.'" George laughed at himself. "I'm all right. I'm going back to work tomorrow."
Mary was surprised. "Isn't that a little soon? Don't you want to wait to go back next week?"
He shook his head. "I can't. You have no idea how behind I am and how many appointments I've had to reschedule from the past few days. I don't need to miss another day and neither do the rest of my patients," George explained.
Mary picked up Wilson's hand. "What about you?" He didn't answer her right away. "Oh come on, stay home with me tomorrow. You could use the time away from work and I could use the company. It's a win-win situation." Still, he didn't say anything. "It's a long weekend…"
He smiled and kissed Mary's forehead. "OK, OK. I'll stay home tomorrow."
"I'll stay home tomorrow, too," Billy chimed in.
All three adults laughed, truly laughed, for the first time in days. "I don't think so," Wilson told his son. "You have to go back to school tomorrow." Billy went to object, but Wilson stopped him. "That's just the way it goes kiddo. Life isn't always fair."
"Never?"
Wilson got quiet. "Not usually."
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In bed that night, Mary and Wilson stayed up late holding each other. Mary could feel the happiness slowly returning to Wilson's body. She could tell that, in time, Wilson just might be OK. Even better was that she could tell Wilson needed her to get to that point- he needed her loving. It was definitely nice to be needed.
Wilson felt the same way as the night wore on. Not much sleeping was going on, but a lot of analyzing was. He turned all of his though power to Mary, though, because his own problems were suffocating him. He could feel her getting tired as she lay in bed next to him, and he imagined that she wasn't feeling all that great. That was usually the case when she got tired like this.
Lightly he rubbed her back, placing his hand underneath the back of her shirt. He sensed her smile without having to look at her face. His love for Mary overwhelmed him, conflicting with the pain he was feeling from everything else.
"I love you," she said before he had a chance to say it to her.
"I love you, too. You make me really happy Mary."
"That's my job," she said smiling. Wilson rubbed his hand over her stomach and she groaned. "Don't do that." She pulled his hand away.
"I'm-I'm sorry. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm just not feeling too hot. I'll be all right, though."
He sighed heavily. After his father died, it upset Wilson even more that Mary was sick. He didn't want to loose her, too. His heart wouldn't be able to tolerate it. "You sleep then. I don't want you being sick for our day off together tomorrow."
Mary kissed his neck sensually. He was coming back to his old self a lot faster than she anticipated and she was happy about that. But for one of the first times in Mary's life, it wasn't all about her happiness. All she wanted was for him to be in high spirits again. That all she ever wished for Wilson.
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Wilson shook Mary's shoulders to wake her up. As she came to, she sensed the urgency in his movements and opened her eyes. He looked down at her and rubbed his hand over his face. One of the times she looked the most beautiful was when she first woke up in the morning, with her eyes slightly puffy and her sheet marks the sides of her cheeks.
"Sorry to wake you up sweetheart, but your phone's been ringing for three minutes now."
"Who is it?" she mumbled as the ringtone came into her focus.
"Your sister." Before she could ask her next question, he answered it. "Lucy."
She reached out for the phone as she sat up. Wilson handed it to her as he sat on the bed next to his wife. "Hello? Hi Lucy. Yeah, sorry about that. I was asleep. No, I didn't have to work today." Mary saw Wilson shake his head as he smiled at her out of the corner of her eye. "Um…OK. Yeah, sure. All right. See you then Luce. Bye." Mary hung up the phone and scowled.
"What just happened?"
"Roxanne is going on some vacation-thing this weekend and she isn't going to be here this Monday for her and Lucy's pizza night. I'm going to be filling in for her- be the understudy for the cop."
Wilson chuckled at her. "You don't sound too happy about that?"
"Well, if I was happy about that I would sound happy about it. Don't get me wrong, I love Lucy and everything, but I'm not in the mood to go and have a meal with her. I mean, we're so different now. What could we possibly talk about?"
He nudged Mary with the side of his arm. "I could think of about a million things for you two to discuss."
She gave him the evil eye, but that only lasted a few seconds before she pulled him on top of her in a passionate kiss. Mary wasn't looking forward to Monday night, but she was certainly looking forward to that morning with Wilson. It would certainly be much more enjoyable than any meal with Lucy would ever be.
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A/N: next chapter will either be really short or really long. I haven't decided yet. Something is going to arise due to Mary's dinner with Lucy, and that's going to be a big event. One of the last big events of the story, actually. Everything is starting to wind down a little bit. It's so sad. But not really, though, because I have been writing this story for FOREVER. Not that I have any ideas for another story, but I start to get sick of doing the same thing for so long (à la Let's Give Them Something to Talk About). I am sure you all understand.
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You don't need your wallet to pay for pizza on Monday night. You can just pay me in reviews.
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