Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with 7th Heaven. Wilson West, Cecilia Smith, Billy, Wilson's apartment, Billy, and anyone else in this story that you recognize is not mine. However, I guess the grocery store is mine, although it is unnamed. Oh, and title comes from the Count the Stars song "I Love You Too."

A/N: This is a Wilson/Cecilia story. I was inspired by the UC thread over on the 7th Heaven fan forum board. I heart you people! Anyway, don't yell at me or flame me. You don't like the story or approve of the couple, you don't have to read. Yeah, that's the point I am at right now.

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Forget Your Face

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Wilson strolled through the local Buffalo grocery store, minding his own business as usual. He only stopped in to pick up a few things- some dinner, snacks for Billy for the weekend. As he went down the junk food aisle thinking of his son's favorite forms of malnutritious goodies, a young woman walked in front of him.

His mind quickly shifted from food to the opposite sex. It had been ages since he had had a real girlfriend. A chance for interaction with the female came when a package of pasta fell out of her overstuffed basket, going unnoticed by its prospective purchaser. Smiling, Wilson bent over and picked up the box both his confidence and ego were quickly inflating.

He tapped the girl on the shoulder lightly. "Excuse me." She turned around faster than either of the two anticipated, bowling Wilson over with her protruding stomach. He tried to regain his balance, but fell into a display holding packages of canned potato chips. Great, he thought as he dusted himself off and stood. I make a move and the poor girl's pregnant.

That, however, made him even more curious. He looked up at the young woman's face. Her hands covered her mouth, aghast by what she had just done, but her beauty still shone through. Her chocolate brown hair was tousled and cut to perfectly frame her pale skin and grey-blue eyes. Besides her looks, Wilson noticed her age. She had to be at least five years younger than him. Before deciding whether or not to continue with his conquest, he looked down at the girl's left hand- no ring. All systems go.

"You dropped this," Wilson said giving her the package he still had in his hand.

She meekly took it from him. "I'm so sorry about that." Her hands went to rub her stomach. "I didn't mean to send you flying."

"It's all right. Most excitement I've had all day." They both smiled amiably. "I'm Wilson.

"Cecilia."

"So…" he said and laughed nervously. "I've got some time to kill. Do you need some help?" He gesticulated to her large amount of groceries.

Her first instinct was to say no, but she really could use the help besides, he was awfully handsome with his compassionate eyes and dark, wavy hard. "I'd love some help. Thanks."

Wilson reached in and put some of her things from Cecilia's basket into his own in order to lighten her load.

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It was scary meeting some new for the first time, but Cecilia felt these effects much more than Wilson. They had been walking together for over twenty minutes and she had barely said anything. It was obvious he would have to be the one to make the second move.

"You wouldn't happen to be buying food for you and your boyfriend or something, would you?"

She smiled; she was really starting to like this guy's personality. "No. Just me and…the people I live with."

"People?"

Her face fell. "It's a long and complicated story."

Wilson nodded and looked down at his watch. "Well, I guess I should get going. You ready to check out? I'll go with you and walk you to your car."

"Sure, thanks."

They walked to the side of the small store where the checkout lanes were located and picked the one with the shortest line. Wilson put Cecilia's things in front of his own on the conveyor belt, separating the two parties with a plastic bar with a credit car advertisement on the inside. Cecilia remained quiet, which was strange for Wilson. Most of the women he knew in his lifetime were very talkative.

"Are you always this quiet?"

"No, not really. It's just, to be honest, you're scaring me. You seem very nice, but you're obviously older than me and I have a lot going on in my life right now." She rubbed her stomach instinctively.

"I can understand that. I have an eight, almost nine, year old son."

Before Cecilia had a chance to ask about that, the cashier told Cecilia the total price for her food.

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Wilson walked Cecilia to her car, just as he had promised he would. He put her bags in her trunk and when that was finished, they both stopped, looking at one another intently.

"Can I ask you something?" Wilson nodded. "How old are you?"

He smiled- he knew that one was coming. "Twenty five." Wilson watched on as she counted on her fingers how old her would have been when he had Billy.

Once she noticed him staring she stopped. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. That always happens." She nodded. "So…can I ask you something?" She nodded yet again. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

Wilson tried to keep from having his eyes bug out of his head. He knew that she was young, but he never figured she was that young. He couldn't believe that he was hitting on a girl seven years younger than him. She was like…a barely legal co-ed or something of that extent.

He saw her watching him. "I'm so sorry- I didn't know. I didn't think- I mean, I knew you were young but…and you're pregnant and I'm probably interfering with something and I- I just shouldn't have-"

She cut him off giggling. "Wilson, it's OK. I know you're not trying to molest me or anything. Actually, you are probably the nicest person I have met since I came out to Buffalo." She reached into her purse, searching for a piece of paper. Deciding that an old drugstore receipt for cotton swabs would do the trick, she retried that and a pen. "I've never actually done the whole 'give-you-number-to-a-guy' thing, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Here," she handed him the slip of paper and he grinned widely.

"Wow," he said. "Thanks. Believe me, I won't let this go to waste." He laughed a little at himself. He certainly wasn't acting all twenty0five years at the moment. "All right, um, bye." He figured this was his cue to exit gracefully.

She smiled shyly back at him. "Bye," she said in the most mature voice she could muster up.

Cecilia got into her car and sighed. Through her rearview mirror, she watched Wilson walk away. He got into a modest sized green-beige SUV at the other end of the parking lot. Respectable and manly, she though, but quickly recanted it. What was she doing? She was six months pregnant and had no support, moral or otherwise, from anyone she knew. She was very well up the creek without a paddle, and this Wilson guy didn't seem to be her ticket onto dry land. Still, his "je ne sais quoi" aura was endearing and sexy. But none of that mattered. The ball was in his court now and there was nothing else she could do but pull out of the parking lot and head home.

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A/N: So, what do you think? I think this couple works in a natural way, not as weird as I originally thought. If I end up really liking this one, it could be a looong one. But let's just see how everything goes.

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Reviews will give the one Wilson/Cecilia shipper out there some lovin'.

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