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A little later in the day, Mary and Wilson sat facing each other. Mary was seated on their couch and Wilson was on top of their glass coffee table. They had been looking at each other for over an hour, but no one has said anything in over forty-five minutes. There were no words to describe their feelings. Actually, there were no words to describe Mary's feelings. Wilson had thought of tons to say, but he didn't want to upset her, so he remained quiet until she was ready to talk.

He moved his gaze away from her eyes for a moment and looked down at the floor. He started to space out as he contemplated his feelings on the situation. As a reflex, Wilson reached out and put his hands atop her kneecaps. He realized instantly what he had done and looked up at her, afraid of what her reaction might be.

"I hate when you sit in that thing," she commented. "It's glass and glass tends to break from time to time. I don't want you to get hurt."

He moved off of the table and sat down next to Mary, careful not to sit too close and invade her space. "If it were going to break, I think it would have broken by now," he said as he took his place on the dark green chenille cushion.

"You don't know that," she responded shortly.

Mary purposefully turned her head away from his and kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to come off looking more emotional than her husband already must have perceived her as being.

"So…" Wilson said.

"You know, this is pressure. I don't want to be pressured." After she said it, she wished she hadn't. Now they were going to end up talking, she knew it. The subject was now unavoidable.

"I…I didn't mean to pressure you Mare." He placed his hand on her thigh. "I just want to talk about this. I mean…"

"Fine, I'm scared and I don't' know if I want this." Her tone was bitter, much more than usual. "I want a baby, but I don't think we're going to get a baby. I don't want to be pregnant again."

"But I asked you and you said you still wanted to try. I didn't force you into-"

"I never said that you did." She sighed and her tone lightened. "I guess I just never really thought I would get pregnant again. I don't know why."

The phone rang, but neither of them made any sort of attempt to answer it. They didn't want to leave the beginnings of a very intense conversation. After four rings, the phone was silenced. Billy walked into the room a few moments later. He handed the phone to Mary and reluctantly she answered.

"Hello? Hey Mom. Yeah, hold on." She covered the receiver and turned toward Billy who was still standing next to her. "Do you want to go over and play with Sam and David today?" He nodded his heed vigorously and Mary relayed the message to her mother. She told her that they would be over in a bout twenty minutes. Satisfied with the outcome of the venture out of his bedroom, Billy went back to gather up some toys to bring.

Wilson looked at Mary and raised his eyebrows at her. "I want to tell them," she said "There's no real use in hiding it."

"But what about Billy?" he questioned.

"We can tell him later. I just…I really want to tell my parents." Both her body and her voice were rigid. She waited for Wilson to nod and then stood.

As she did, Wilson did the same. He placed his hands on her hips and moved his face closer to hers. "Truce?" She nodded and leaned up to kiss him. It felt so good to have her close to him like that. Maybe that was why they were pregnant for the third time.

Billy scamper off with Mary's youngest siblings and Wilson, Annie, and Mary entered the kitchen. They all took a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. The house was unusually quite today, and that in itself added to the drama of the moment.

Annie stared at the couple peculiarly, and then decided to speak. "Um, your father's not here. There's a vestry meeting today. And when that's over he has to go visit some couple, and then there's some marriage counseling. Everyone else is out besides Sam and David. It's kind of lonely actually."

Mary looked at Wilson, who cocked his head as if to ask her if she still wanted to tell her mother. She nodded and Wilson grabbed her hand, squeezing gently. "Mom, we have something to tell you. I would have liked for Dad to be here but I'm not really in the mood to wait around for him." Annie waited with bated breath for Mary to continue. Before she did, she looked into Wilson's eyes. They felt so safe that she could get lost in them forever. He squeezed her hand, though, and pulled her back to reality. "We're pregnant again," she blurted out a little faster than she would have liked.

Annie face went fro concerned, to excited, then scared, before finally settling on overall happiness. "Congratulations." No one said anything. "Are you OK with this?"

"I will be. He'll help me," Mary said referring to Wilson. "And I guess whatever happens happens. It's beyond our control now."

Wilson put his arm around Mary and pulled her in tightly to him. He was well aware of how much this was hurting her, and he'd do anything to ease just the slightest bit of her pain. Tonight, he thought as she leaned into his touch, is going to be a long night.

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A/N: Short, I know. But, to be honest, I just wrote this so that I would have something to update. This is kind of the "blurry" part of my story. Next will either be some mindless garbage or more of the meat of the story. Not sure which. If I decide on the meat stuff, I already have that chapter written, so it'll be up soon.

I hate this chapter. It's short and bad. Oh, and boring. Bleck.

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Real of fake congratulations aside, Mary is still pregnant. Review and tell me your Good Luck lines.

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