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A/N: This is, um, let's go with 5 weeks later. Yeah, that sounds good. And I don't know if I said this before, but this is Season 8ish. That should help clear some stuff up.

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Mary and Wilson entered the Camden house through the front door drained and sad. They wouldn't have even come, but Lucy had begged them to come over for dinner and part of each of them wanted to get out of the house. They could use a break from just sitting in their house staring at one another while Billy sat quietly in another room doing something. That's what they had been doing for days on end following another short gestation period, and that was quickly becoming monotonous as well as tiring.

Eric opened the door and Mary put on her bravest face, as did Wilson. They decided they weren't telling anyone yet. Mary wasn't ready and, quite frankly, neither was Wilson. The other times everyone had made such a big deal over it. Tonight was just to be about dinner and family- nothing more and nothing less.

Standing behind Eric as the trio stepped inside were Sam and David. Billy ran off to play with them upstairs in the twins' bedroom. Mary and Wilson both smiled as they watched the young boys go. It had been wonderful how well they got along with one another. They had a big brother-little brother relationship, although Sam and David were technically Billy's uncles.

Wilson put his hand on Mary's back and guided her into the kitchen. He could feel her emotional resistance as they walked toward the room. You never knew who was in the kitchen, or who could be watching you in the kitchen. Mary wasn't in the mood to be picked apart by anyone just yet.

Tonight, the room was full. Annie was in there with Lucy preparing dinner. Simon and Martin sat glaring at each other on the kitchen table. Since he had come back to school, Simon had grown to hate Martin for stealing his girlfriend and his place in the family. The two of them reminded everyone so much of Matt and Robbie it was sickening- déjà vu was such an exceptionally weird phenomenon.

"Hey Mom, want help with dinner?" Mary spoke up before anyone had a chance to see her and dissect her facial expressions. Wilson turned his head toward hers, surprised by her audacity in this somber time. For a moment he was pleased, but he quickly recanted that choice. This wasn't good at all. He knew that pretty soon, Mary would end up erupting- either at him or at someone in her family and Wilson would be left to clean up the mess.

"Hi Mary," Lucy said happily. She certainly was in a good mood.

"Hey," Mary said back meekly.

"I would love some help," Annie finally responded to her question. "There's a chicken in the oven. Would you mind pulling it out and slicing it up for me?"

"No problem," she said and made a lunge for the oven mitts. Wilson stopped her though. He squeezed her hand and she ceased movement to squeeze back. Using her free hand, she peeled Wilson off of her and she went to the chicken like her mother had asked.

Defeated, Wilson went sat at the kitchen table. Remembering his manners, he spoke up. "Anything I can do?"

"No, I think we've got it covered. But if Simon could set the table…" Annie's voice trailed off as she looked at her son.

"I've got it," Martin spoke and as fast as you could say "silverware" he was off into the kitchen.

"Whatever, I don't want to do chores anyway," Simon mumbled under her breath in response to Martin's actions. He noticed Wilson staring at him and stopped talking to himself immediately. "Hi Wilson."

"Hi Simon. How's everything going?"

Simon sighed. "Fine, fine. Just happy to be back, even if I have been replaced."

"You haven't been replaced," Wilson said, trying his hand at the same thing everyone had dabbled in for about three weeks. "I mean, if they wanted to replace you they could have done a much better job. Martin doesn't look anything like you, sound anything like you, or act like you at all. If anyone could replace you, I'd say it'd be Sam."

Mary smiled at her husband's kind and slightly humorous words. "Simon, it's hard when you go away for a while and then you come back. Believe me, I know." Mary gestured toward Wilson. "I have him to thank for that." Wilson feigned hurt and Mary continued. "Just hang in there and it'll get better."

"When you came back, didn't you get into a fist fight with Lucy?"

"Not a first fight, two fist fights," Lucy chimed in as she finished with the salad. "But that's OK, I held my own."

Mary carved around the bone in the chicken. "Sure you did."

Forty-five minutes later, they were all eating. It would have only been a half hour, but Lucy insisted that they wait for Kevin to get home from work. They all thought this was kind of strange, but didn't pay much attention to the fact. Lucy always acted weird. As soon as he arrived, Lucy allowed everyone to chow down. Mary, who was seated between her husband and Billy, was the most thankful for this. She knew that while they ate she would have time to get lost in her plate and not feel like all eyes were on her, even if that was only for a few minutes.

Ruthie watched Mary and Wilson as they ate their meals. Wilson was eating with his left hand and Mary was eating with her right. Ruthie knew for a fact that Wilson was right handed, so it would be very unnatural for him to eat with his left hand. Being left handed herself, she honed in on these things more than the average person. Wilson's right hand must have been tied up with someone else while he was eating. Presumably so, he was probably engaged in touching some part of Mary's body.

Wilson's right hand was, in fact, underneath the table clutching to Mary's left one. She squeezed his hand back as her tension started to build back up. She held onto him so hard that her knuckles were turning white. They both were terrified of letting go and leaving one or the other vulnerable to family attacks.

After they all finished with their meal, the family congregated in the kitchen. Before they all went to leave, Lucy and Kevin made them all stay put for a minute longer. They had an announcement to make. The clan quieted down and Wilson made his way over to Mary's side. Once everyone was settled for the moment, Lucy spoke.

"Kevin and I…we're…" she looked up at Kevin with tears in her eyes, then back over at the Camdens. "We're going to have a baby."

Gasps and excitement spread through the room like wildfire. Everyone talked at once; Mary and Wilson remained quiet and still. The hustle and bustle went on around them and no one seemed to notice their immediate change in dispositions.

Annie made her way over to Lucy and hugged her tight. "Oh this is wonderful!" she said loudly. "Both of my girls are pregnant at the same time! Who would have thought?"

Mary's heart stopped beating and she felt the walls closing in around her. She had to get out of there. Eric, the only thing between Mary and the back door of the kitchen, moved closer to Lucy and away from the exit. Mary saw and opportunity and bolted.

"Excuse me," she said quietly as she released Wilson's hand and ran out the door.

The room went silent and everyone turned to Wilson. None of them were stupid; they all knew what had just happened and what was going on. Wilson floundered under the prying gazes of eleven people and did exactly what Mary did, run. He, however, did it in a much more sophisticated manner. "Congratulations Lucy, Kevin," he said in a low and solemn voice. "I, uh, I…" he didn't finish his sentence but left all the same.

As the door closed behind Wilson, Lucy leaned her head on Kevin's strong shoulder. She shouldn't have told her big news this way. If only she had known, or even suspected. At the same trice, everyone thought the same thing. Mary did look odd when she came in, but no one had noticed it. No one questioned her. They had accepted her sadness as part of her being and many a time would disregard it altogether. Isolating Mary, yet again, was the worst thing they had done as a family all year. This mistake would undoubtedly be hard to fix.

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A/N: Not to toot my own horn too much, but I absolutely adore this chapter. I wish I could write a whole story of chapters like this one. This is exactly what this story was supposed to be all about. However, it didn't flow at all from the last one. Sorry about that. I would have put something in between this chapter and last, but I was eager to get this up and I had no idea what to put there.

And for all of you who are going "Aw, I didn't want her to have another miscarriage," just…wait.

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Next chap is going to be Mary/Wilson convo.

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Reviews have the uncanny power to make everything better. Just like Wilson.

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