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Previously, on "It Isn't Easy…"

" West residence, this is Wilson speaking."

" I'm good, really, but I need your help."

" So, you can persecute Corey for having a family. For loving her daughter, but, if you do, you are persecuting every person who was blessed with the gift of family."

" I know that Mary is still young, but I've put her in a rough position. We care about each other a lot, and Billy, as scary as this is, depends on her. I never intended to put her in that position, but she is. And I think now that is what was, I don't know, meant. When you thought Mary was pregnant, what went through your mind?"

" Daddy, Mommy?"

" Yeah, sweetie. It's your Mommy and Daddy."

One hour later, at Wilson's.

The two are sitting on the couch, while Mary reads her book. Wilson is reading over her shoulder as she leans against him. " You said you wanted to talk?" She turned toward him and his eyes lowered to the ground.

" Yeah. Um, this is kind of difficult. Mary, I guess I should just say it. I love you." He looked her in the eyes and saw she was practically crying.

" Wow, Wilson. I love you too. I always will." They began kissing again. He squeezed her tightly against him, and rested his head on her shoulder as they read through her homework again.

" So, you're okay with everything else, but you have a problem with English, right?"

" Yeah, it's just so boring."

" Well, here, when you read something, try to visualize it. Just don't close your eyes in class."

" All right, homework done. So, what do we do with the next thirty minutes?" Mary teased him playfully, smiling coyly and raising an eyebrow suggestively. He laughed and she wrapped her arms around him.

" I don't what it is about you, Mary. I know that it's wrong of me to say this, but I've never felt this strongly for anyone else besides Billy. And then, the feelings are totally different."

" Wilson, you know, I only have a few months left of school. Maybe when I graduate and go to New York. You and I could, you know, stay together?"

" You mean move in?"
" Well, yeah."

" Mare, how would that look? Believe me, I would love it, but…"

" We wouldn't be doing anything, of course, but it could help us both."

" We could find an apartment near the campus big enough for the three of us."

" Let it be our secret. Mom and Dad would probably kill us first."

" I love you, Mary Camden." She smiled and pulled him down on the couch, resting her head on his chest.

" I am so tired."

" Go ahead and rest your eyes for a few minutes. I'll wake you up." Wilson watched as Mary closed her eyes immediately. He shook his head as his eyes started to droop. Within seconds, Wilson was asleep as well.

It was the next morning when they woke up. Wilson woke up first, to the sound of the doorbell ringing. He saw that Mary was there, but neglected to notice that it was daylight. Mumbling things under his breath, he went to the door.

" Just a second. Corey?" Mary's friend stood at the doorway.

" Good morning, Wilson. Um, the kids had a playdate for ten, right?"

" Yeah, Saturday morning, oh, no."

" Wilson, why…" Mary came to the door and joined her boyfriend in the look of shock and panic.

" We're dead. Come in Corey." She came inside with her daughter, giving the couple quizzical looks.

" What's up? Oh…" She says, noticing the fact that Mary was wearing the outfit she had been wearing the night before. Usually she did not assume the worst, but the situation was a bit strange.

" I swear I only fell asleep."

" I fell asleep before I could wake you up, sorry."

" Go home, if they ask, you can tell them the truth, or say you were with me. And don't give me that 'I can't lie to my parent's' speech." Corey smiled at Mary, who hugged her friend in return.

" Okay. Bye, Corey." She looked at Wilson. " I love you." They kissed briefly as she exited.

" I love you too. I'll call you later." Mary walked away and Billy came downstairs.

" Where's mommy?" Corey and Wilson laughed.

Back at the Camden household, Mary walked in the door. She came face to face with Annie, who stood with a phone in her hand, a panicked expression. Mary felt bad lying to her mom when she was so concerned, but a part of her, scarily enough, didn't mind. As she internally debated this, tears just started falling. Annie didn't bother asking how Mary was, she just wrapped her daughter in a hug as Mary fell to the floor. It was really odd, seeing Mary so vulnerable. Even though she did have it hard in the past, Mary was never so openly emotional.

" Mary, what is it?"
" Mommy, I'm so scared." Panic ran through Annie's veins, and she was silently praying that she wouldn't be going through what they went through before when she found she was pregnant with the twins.

" Mary?"

" God, I'm seventeen, Mom. I can't be so responsible for someone else when I can't even hold myself together. I love Wilson, and Billy, but I'm not ready to be a mother. And yet I have been. Mom, since Billy came into my life, I learned what is to put a child's life before your own. I was never so amazed by you. I don't know how you keep it together."

" I tell your father." Mary knew what she was saying. She and Wilson needed to talk things over. Mary was in her senior year, and things weren't going as well as she had hoped for. Wilson and Billy were good points, but now she was putting them under the same category as school. They were her responsibility. And that, more than anything else, scared her.

" I, I'm terrified that I can't do it. I'm scared I'm disappointing you."

" Me?"

" You and Dad. I'm basically letting the world believe Billy is my son. That is going to hurt not just my reputation, but yours, as my mom, and Dad's, you know, as a dad and a minister."

" I realize it was risky for your father and I to allow this. But Billy calling you 'Mom' isn't what makes you seem like his real mother. It's you, Mary. The way you put him first. Being a mother isn't a bad thing."

" It is when your unmarried and seventeen."

" True. It is frowned upon, and neither your dad or I agree with every concept of this. We were actually looking at this as the ultimate form of birth control."

" What?" Mary is shocked and confused.

" The first time you have to wake up at three in the morning because Billy had a bad dream, you'll swear to never have children. But, Mary, it isn't me you need to talk to you."

" Yeah, I know, I need to talk to Wilson." The women nodded and dried their tears.