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The knob on the front door turned and Wilson jumped in his seat. He and George had been sitting on the couch for a long while now, since George came back to the apartment and told Wilson that things didn't go that well down at the church with Mary. Wilson was scared to see her. From the story George was telling, she was pretty angry in an evil and scary kind of way. He knew how she could get and, frankly, he was mad at himself for putting her in a situation to get like that. He didn't want to have to deal with it.
Unfortunately, Mary was there whether he was ready for her or not. She walked inside, sought out Wilson's face with her eyes, and gave him a look of sheer disgust. He pouted to appear innocent.
"You deserve that," she said as she went to put her purse down on the kitchen table. She sat down on the couch next to him and leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Should I even bother to ask why?" she said to Wilson.
"Yes, you should, because I have a very good answer to that. I was worried about you," he said as he stroked her face with his hand. Mary grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her; she was still pretty angry. Wilson sighed and continued. "I didn't want you to overdo it. And I know how things can get with your family, so I figured if I couldn't be there with you I would send the next best thing."
"If they really did make me mad, or whatever else you conjured up in your head that they would do, what could George have possibly done from all the way in the back of church?"
"He couldn't have done anything. That's why it was a dumb idea, and an even dumber idea because I was unnecessarily spying on you," Wilson confessed to Mary.
"Do you honestly feel the need to spy on me? What did you think I was doing, going on a church date or something?"
George laughed in his seat in the chair perpendicular to the couch. "Don't knock it until you've tried it," Wilson said to him seriously.
George chuckled once more. "Don't yell at him Mary. I accepted; I should have stopped him before he did something this stupid."
Mary sat up off from Wilson and brought her legs up to sit Indian-style on the couch cushion. "So, I hear you've met my family." George nodded. "Care to explain?"
"As long as you promise you won't get any madder at me." She rolled her eyes at him and nodded. "I've been going to that church since you guys got married. Don't worry, Wilson didn't know until I told him this morning. I was going to check out your family. I was curious and I wanted to see what they were all about. I never had any intentions of talking with them or anything, but Roxanne became interested in me one morning and that was that. Your father welcomed me to the church, Lucy and everyone else introduced themselves and the rest of their clan. It was sweet, though. They seem like really nice people, but I could see how they would smother you sometimes. They mean well; I could tell that by the few encounters I have had with them."
"You and Roxanne didn't date or anything, did you?"
George made a face of repulsion. "No. Definitely not. Never." Mary laughed; she would have had the same response if she were in his position. "She seems like and OK woman I guess, she's just way too strong. And a cop. I could never date a cop."
"Me neither," Wilson said. "I could never date a woman cop."
Mary raised her eyebrows. "So you'd date a male cop?"
Wilson decided to fight fire with fire. "You know, Mary wanted to be a police officer back in Buffalo, but she couldn't get in because she couldn't figure out that she was only twenty and you needed to be twenty-one for them to employ you."
Mary hit the side of Wilson's arm as George shook his head at him. "Don't you think you've made your wife angry enough today?"
"Yeah," Mary chimed in. Wilson smiled at Mary sheepishly and kissed her cheek. Mary returned her head to his shoulder and snuggled in next to him. It felt so nice to have him next to her. Wilson reached into his pocket and handed Mary her wedding ring. She slipped it on with a smile and kissed his neck. "Thank you."
"You're little sister, Ruthie, she's something else," George said.
"I wanted to ask you, what exactly did she say to you? Or, more importantly, what did you say to her?"
"She asked me how I knew you…she said some thing about a newspaper. I just went along with it."
"Good, good," Mary said, the relief she was feeling apparent in her voice. George really was a smart man, she thought to herself.
"And she asked if we were dating, and I told her no. Actually, I said that you weren't my type."
"So…I'm not your type, Roxanne's not your type, what is it that your looking for? Is that why you don't have someone, you're picky?" Mary knew that she was prying and could have been crossing a line, but in all honesty she didn't care. This was something she had been wondering about George for a while. She had to admit that he was a good looking man, sharing most of the same facial features that Wilson had and his dark and mysterious eyes and hair. She wondered why someone hadn't snatched him up a while ago.
"No, not really. It's just that with med school and everything I didn't have the time. I buried myself in school and now I'm burying myself in my work," he explained to Mary.
"I don't see you working all that much," Mary said. "You're always over here. If you saw a little less of me and Wilson you'd definitely have time to date."
"Why are we getting into this?" Wilson asked.
Mary smiled at him. "I just want him to be as happy as we are."
George shook his head as he smiled slightly. "OK, if you two are going to get mushy I'm leaving."
"Fine," Mary said with a yawn. "I'm getting pretty tired anyway. I should get some sleep."
Wilson rubbed the back of Mary's head with the palm of his hand. Saying that she looked exhausted would have been an understatement. He was surprised that she was able to last this long with them on the couch. Granted, the extra stress he put on her probably didn't help either, but she looked about ten times more tired than when she left the apartment this morning.
George stood up and let himself out. Wilson turned his body on the couch so that he was facing Mary and she ginned widely at him. "So, you want to sleep on the bed, on the couch…want me to lie down with you…want to sleep until tomorrow?" Wilson asked.
"It's only three o'clock," she reminded him. "There is no way you could sleep until tomorrow."
"True, but I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just name it Mare."
She leaned in and kisses his lips lightly. "Come lie down with me. Maybe I'll get a sudden boost of energy and we can have some fun." She winked at him.
The couple stood up together, locked hands, and went into the bedroom. Although it was not necessary, Wilson closed the door behind them for dramatic effect. He hoped that that would offer enough momentum for her to get in the mood, because that little hint was all that it took for him.
They lied down on the bed together and Mary closed her eyes in sheer exhaustion. Wilson's shoulders slumped in disappointment, and without actually seeing it Mary knew he was disenchanted. "I'm sorry honey. Later. I'm just so tired."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "No, I'm sorry. You sleep. I love you."
Mary rolled toward him and put her head on his chest. "I know you love me, otherwise you wouldn't have done what you did today. And I love you, too, Wilson. With all of my heart. I hate going to see my family without you; it feels so wrong." Right after she said that sentence she bit her tongue. "Don't respond to that."
Wilson laughed and within seconds she was asleep. He traced each one of the fingers of her motionless hand she had placed on his stomach with his pointer as he held her closely to him. This was not such a bad ending to that day. He was anticipating it being much worse after George came back from the church. Hopefully, though, this would not be the ending at all. He had a feeling that Mary would be true to her word and they could be together tonight. The day called for that in a weird way. They needed to feel each other to help them believe everything was all right. They are both very physical people; that was the way they had always worked.
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A/N: I know I promised no more mention of sex but I couldn't help myself. Sorry. This chapter stunk. Last chapter was much better. This story is really coming to a close now. It's sad. I don't even know where I am going next with this, so I might take a little while for the next chapter I am sorry to say. Wait, I just got a great idea. I know how I am going to end it. Five more chapters to this I think. Ah, I love being inspired.
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More reviews will help to keep Mary and Wilson out of the bedroom.
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