Hi, I'm back, once again. This story is not going to be as quick as the last one. I'm really feeling this one, and I hope it turns out good. This story was inspired by the rascal flats song "my worst fear", (I hope that doesn't give too much away) and the episodes, "prodigal" "ay carumba" and "pathetic" some of the dialogue sparked the idea for this story.
Warning: this isn't going to be a mushy-gushy lovey dovey story, it is the opposite. It may cause tears, I cried while writing it. (How dismal is that?)
Disclaimer: I don't own 7th heaven blah blah blah . . .
I'm not going to start off by explaining what's going on, it will all pan out, but if you are confused, e-mail me and I'll fill you in
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one more day in paradise…
Mary sat quietly on the bedroom floor folding laundry. She folded the baby sleepers and t-shirts with fire trucks on them with extra care. She could smell the mountain spring detergent on her hands when she reached up to wipe her tears. She took in their size and pattern, trying to forever brand them in her mind.
It would be the last time she saw them.
She stood up to put the clothes away; she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. She saw misery staring back at her with tear-streaked cheeks. She quickly wiped herself off and headed for Billy's room. Wilson walked in the doorway before she could leave it.
"Hi honey," he said leaning down to kiss her.
Mary tried to freeze the moment in her memory. What cologne he had been wearing, how soft his lips were.
It would be the last time she would feel them.
Wilson started to remove his work clothes and walk towards the closet. Mary dropped the laundry basket and quickly came towards him.
"It's ok, I'll take them," she said grabbing the clothes from him
"Uh, thanks" he said looking at her confused.
Mary quickly emerged from the closet with more comfortable clothes for Wilson. He thanked her, but looked at her strangely as she rushed off to Billy's room with the laundry basket.
When all of the clothes were put away Mary checked the time, 5:22. Everything was going on schedule. She had 40 minutes to get dinner on the table. Mary did her best to soak up the smell of dinner, the sound of Wilson typing on the computer, seeing Billy shake the colorful plastic keys over the baby swing, much to his sister's delight.
It would be the last time she experienced moments like this.
She checked the fridge for the fourth time. Plenty of bottles ready to go, TV dinners, at least enough for a week, a few boxes of macaroni and cheese. She had to make sure that everyone would eat.
During dinner Mary didn't say much, she just observed and listened. She smiled when Billy talked about the snake that Jared brought to show and tell that afternoon. Wilson kept looking at her, trying to figure out what was going on. Every time their eyes met her heart would sink and she would look down at her plate, or look over to check on Andrea in her baby swing.
Later that evening while Wilson was finishing up some work Mary and Billy were leaning over the tub trying to wash a squirming infant. She smiled through the tears forming in her eyes at the faces the baby made when Billy slowly poured water over her head to rinse the soap. Mary blinked away her tears as she wrapped Andie in a towel and told Billy that he needed a bath too.
She laid the infant on her bed, and carefully put on her pajamas. She picked her up and held her tightly; she could smell the baby shampoo on her. She inhaled the scent deeply.
It would be the last time she could.
Mary softly placed her daughter in her bassinet. She sniffled as she bent down to kiss her head.
"I love you" she whispered.
Mary quickly composed herself as Billy emerged from the bathroom.
"Ok bed" Mary instructed.
Billy walked to his bedroom and opened the door, as he began to walk in Mary grabbed shoulder. He turned to face her and she knelt to his height. She stroked his hair, "you know I love you" she told him
"Yeah," Billy nodded, "goodnight"
He went to hug her and Mary gripped him tightly, "goodnight" she choked out.
Minutes later Mary was pulling back the covers and Wilson entered the bedroom. He smiled warmly at her. She looked up at him and her stomach turned over. He joined her in the bed, "you feeling ok?" he asked
"Yep, I'm fine" Mary said snuggling under the covers.
"Ok," He said, he leaned over and gave her an affectionate kiss, "goodnight"
Wilson reached over to shut off the light, and Mary was glad. Now he couldn't see her cry.
A few hours later Mary was still not sleeping, Andie started to fuss. Wilson tapped her, "it's ok Mare, you sleep. I'll get her"
She waited a few minutes to move; she noticed that Wilson had left the room. She slowly got up and tiptoed into the hall. She saw him, holding their child so tenderly. He was walking around the small apartment, kissing her tiny head in attempt to calm her, humming a lullaby softly.
This scene was too much for Mary to bear. She gripped the wall to keep her feet under her. She put her hand over her mouth to try to silence her devastating sobs. Still using the wall for support Mary staggered back to her bed and laid down exactly the way Wilson had left her.
He came in a few minutes later and put Andie back in bed. He stood over Mary, still faking sleep. He gently stroked her cheek and whispered; "you're my angel Mary, I love you so much" he leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, then returned to his side of the bed.
Mary tried her hardest to keep from becoming hysterical.
Wilson, why are you making this so hard?
When the bottom drops outShe forgets to fight….
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reviews please
Sorry, there wont be any of my crazy ramblings or sarcastic comments at the end of these. Being the actress that I am, I put my self into a, I guess you could say, place to write these. And it's hard to get out of that place for a while. So expect these to say review at the end.
