Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated in any way with 7th Heaven, the Camdens, Mary, Wilson, Billy, GlenOak, any of that mumbo jumbo. Anything you recognize belongs undoubtedly to Brenda and Co.

A/N: Muah ha ha new story time! Who: Mary and Wilson. // What: Well, the topic of this story is featured at the end of this chapter. I guess you'll just have to read through it. Shucks. // When: Season 8 // Where: GlenOak // How: Mary and Wilson are married. Billy is there, too. And just for merit, Lucy and Kevin are married, too. They'll be here later. There's no Carlos and Ben has been banished to Siberia, never again to interfere with my couple.

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Time and Again

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Wilson walked through the door one night after work, anxious to get home to his wife. She'd been acting a little strange all week, but now it was Friday. He would have all weekend to figure out what she was up to. By the time the door closed behind him, Mary was before him.

She leaned up and kissed his lips, pressing firmly against him. His arms wrapped around her back and brought her closer. Mary leaned her head onto his shoulder and sighed quietly. Wilson knew that she wasn't up to something, but something was wrong. Over the past year, he had come to recognize the signs. Mary kissed him differently when she was sad- like she was trying to melt into him to escape everything. And the way she clung to him conveyed her forlorn emotions.

Wilson pulled Mary away from him and held her by her shoulders. "So, how long is it going to take for you to tell me what's up?"

"Well, probably a long time if you are going to approach it like that," she retorted.

"Hey sweetie, come on. I'm on your side here."

"Fine," she conceded. "Maybe you are, but someone up there isn't," she said pointing up toward the ceiling.

Wilson looked at Mary as if she was crazy. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," she said quietly and ran up the stairs of the house and into the bedroom that they both shared.

Wilson went to race up the stairs after her before she locked herself in the bedroom like she had done so many times before, but Billy got in his way.

"How was work Dad?"

"Fine," Wilson answered hurriedly and lunged toward the stairs.

Before he could get anywhere, though, Billy put his hand on his father's chest to stop him. "Do you think that if you go up there she is actually going to talk to you? You'll only end up making it worse. Trust me- at least wait until after dinner."

Wilson smiled down at Billy and patted the top of his head. It was hard to believe that Billy was eight. Most of the time it was because he was growing up so fast, and the rest was because the things that came out of his mouth were not of what the average eight year old would be saying. "You're really smart, you know that?"

"I get it from you," Billy said proudly.

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Wilson put Billy to bed at nine o'clock and then ventured into his own bedroom. He and Mary hadn't spoken since dinnertime, and their words there could only be considered small talk at best. Mary was sitting on the bed looking at a magazine. Wilson sat down next to her, but she refused to look up. He was going to have to make the first move.

"What are you reading?"

"An article about how to apply blush."

"Sounds…um, interesting," he said sounding unenthused. "Look, can we talk?"

"What about?" she asked, not alluding to anything.

"About why you are acting like this. I'm not stupid; I know something is bothering you. You're not that hard to figure out Mare."

"I never said you were stupid," she said, refusing to give him the time of day.

Wilson reached over and gently pulled the magazine fro his hands. He closed it and placed it on the bed between them. With the magazine out of the ay, he could see what was slightly hidden before. She was crying. Wilson grabbed Mary's face in his hand and rubbed her thumbs over the apples of cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried to turn her head out of his grasp.

"Don't. Stop touching me." Wilson didn't move his hands. "Get off of me," she continued quietly. "This is all your fault." Finally she pulled his hands away from her and scooted to the edge of the bed and away from him. "If you didn't touch me all the time, if you didn't kiss me like that, if you didn't make me-"

"What are you talking about?" Wilson questioned.

Mary's eyes darted down on to the bed and then up to Wilson's eyes. She laughed nervously as tears returned to her eyes and she picked up Wilson's hands. "I went to the doctor's today. I'm pregnant again."

Wilson dropped Mary's hands and embraced her tightly. She leaned her forehead onto his shoulder and sobbed into his shirt. Wilson held Mary more securely than he had in a while and they were closer than they had been all week.

"It's going to be OK this time. It will. I promise Mary."

"You can't promise me that," she said to him. "You- you can't promise Billy that again. You can't promise my family that they'll have their first grandchild. You don't know that for sure. And let me tell you, you're betting against the odds."

He sighed heavily. "I don't care. I'm not a huge fan of pessimism."

"You haven't even given him a fair chance. He's pretty OK once you get to know him. Kind of a downer tough- total buzz kill."

Wilson rolled his eyes at Mary and kissed her forehead. She could be a strange woman sometimes, but she was his strange woman. Besides, with everything she had had to endure in the past year, she had every right to a little metal instability. That, and just about sympathy from everyone else in the planet, was owed to her. All she needed was the child that she had been pining over for such a long while, and she'd be all set. Here's to little miracles.

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A/N: So, whatcha think? Of course, I did nothing all weekend and I am still publishing this thing at 10:15 at night. I could have worked on it for two days and a night, but of course I am not smart enough to do that. ::shakes head:: Well, you'll be happy to know that I know where I am going with this. Everything is always better when you have a plan. I have no ending though, but that will come with time.

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