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Mary poured Lucy some tea and sat down. Lucy didn't have any school today and Mary spent her days doing housework, so it was easy for them to get together. Besides the convenience, they needed to see each other. It had been a week and a half since Lucy announced she was pregnant and the two sisters hadn't spoken since.
"So," Lucy said, "why did you have Wilson call? Why didn't you call yourself?" Mary had had Wilson call Kevin about a week ago to tell Lucy that Mary wasn't angry with her or anything like that and that she was fine. Then, she had him call again two days ago to plan the meeting.
"I just wasn't ready to talk to you. I know that you had no intentions of hurting me, but I have to admit that when you announced that I was hurt. Upset. Sad. But I'm over that…kind of."
Lucy nodded. "I understand, but I don't understand. Why couldn't you talk to me?"
"It had nothing to do with you specifically. But when you said that, I just knew that your pregnancy was going to be perfect." Tears filled in her eyes and she laughed to try and relieve some of the tension. "Mine never are. I've been pregnant three times and still no kid. And you'll probably end up having a perfect gaggle of septuplets or something. I just thought that and I couldn't see you or talk to you."
"But you don't know that. What if something does happen? I am so scared…because of everything you've been through." She looked down at the cup that her hands were wrapped around. "I don't want that to happen to me."
Mary smiled at her baby sister. "I don't want that to happen to you either. Don't be scared. Scared…well, scared isn't so much fun. Be happy." Her voice turned almost chipper. "You're having a baby!"
"I know!" Lucy said excitedly. "And that in and of itself is scary, but I won't let it get to me. Now that you're not mad at me I can just let it all go and be happy." Mary nodded at Lucy approvingly, but Lucy wasn't finished yet. "But Mare…"
"Go ahead. Ask me whatever it is you're dying to ask me. I knew it was coming."
"Are you guys still trying? Do you still want to have a baby?"
Mary took a deep breath and waited a few seconds before answering. No one ever asked her pointed questions like this, other than Wilson of course. When he talked to her, she felt comfortable, but for Lucy to ask just seemed so wrong. "We're not trying and we're not not trying. We'll deal with whatever happens. But Wilson said that if I decide that I want to start trying again, we could." Mary paused. "I still want to have a baby. I just don't think it's in my cards though, and I don't want to put him and everyone else through all that it entails when I am this certain that nothing is going to come of it."
"Have you ever considered adopting? There's bunches of kids out there waiting and needing good parents like you and Wilson. They'd love to have you," Lucy suggested.
"Adopting is sort of defeating the point. I already have Billy; I'm not childless. I want to have a baby of my own. I want to have Wilson's baby. I want us to be able to share that experience together. No matter how much of a mother I can act lie a feel like for Billy, I missed out on that part. I feel like I'm missing out on life."
Lucy nodded and tears formed in her eyes. "I don't know what to say to you Mary."
"You don't have to say anything, except maybe tell Ruthie that I'm going to be the best aunt that kid of yours has ever seen."
Lucy leaned over and hugged Mary. "I can do that."
That night, Mary and Wilson were in bed. Mary, who had kept to herself for the last week, was more open than she had been in days past. As she lay next to Wilson, she curled up to his said and placed her head in the crook of his neck. She smiled as she rubbed against him.
"You seem happy," Wilson commented. She didn't say anything, but kissed his neck lightly. "What's with you tonight?"
"What's with me?" She laughed. "I'm better. I'm over it. I'm…OK now."
"Talking with Lucy really helped that much?"
"Talking with Lucy helped a lot." She smiled and kissed him passionately. "Hmm…I'm not tired." She probed his mouth with her tongue.
Wilson raised his eyebrows as if in question and Mary nodded, snuggling in closer to him. "But Mare-"
"I'm not doing it for that. I'm doing it for me." She smiled seductively. "I want you."
Wilson rolled his eyes and kissed Mary as his hands wandered down her body. This new attitude of hers wasn't all that bad. It was much better than her moping around all the time and not wanting anyone near her. From one extreme to the other- not that bad of a change as one might think.
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A/N: This chapter was weird. Kind of a filler type thing. Next chapter will probably be the last. I don't even have anything to say. I feel so ho-hum over this. Blah.
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Are you happy with this chapter? Mary's happy.
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