The kitchen phone rang next to Cecilia's hand. No one else was in the room, so she answered it. She was finally beginning to feel comfortable in the house with the Colonel, George, and Ruth.
"Hello?"
"Hi." He paused. "Is this Cecilia?" Her voice had a distinct quality to it, a raspy tone that was intriguing. He was almost certain it was her.
"Yes." She smiled, realizing it was Wilson.
"Hi," he said again now that he was sure it was her. "I was thinking about the other night, and what a great time I had, and I remember that we didn't have a real date. Would you be interested in going out to eat tonight if you're not busy? I know it's a Monday night, but I'm free."
Cecilia thought for a moment. A second date was a big step, she knew that much, but it sounded like fun. "Sure. I'd love to."
Two weeks later…
Wilson and Cecilia walked out of his apartment at the end of the night. Wilson had said he would walk her out to her car. It was late, 12:07 to be exact, and he didn't want to send a pregnant woman out in the middle of the night alone on an empty street. He told her that that was just asking for trouble to come find you.
They got into the elevator and Wilson pushed the button to go down. Cecilia couldn't take her eyes off of him. Wilson noticed her staring and she smiled. This time, she wasn't overcome with cowardice. Cecilia smiled back at him. In a moment of spontaneous enjoyment, Wilson reached for her hand. The width of her smile doubled, as did his own. Lightly, she squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. This taking it slow, dating like an adult thing sure was fun.
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They reached Cecilia car. She had parked underneath a street light, heeding Wilson's warnings from nights gone by.
"Well, um, this is my car."
They were still joined at their hands. She went to get in but stopped herself. He was staring at her- into her through her eyes. She loved every second of it and he knew it. She blinked and her heavy eyes refused to open for a few more seconds; she was tired from the long night.
"You look tired," Wilson said immediately. "You should go."
"Yeah," she said, feeling slightly dejected as she turned around to the car and let go of his hand.
Wilson wasn't going to let her get away that easily. He reached out to her, lightly spinning her around by her upper arm. She turned to face him and when he looked at her he knew this was right. Slowly, he bent down and pressed his lips against hers- their first kiss. After a moment, he pulled away. Cecilia smiled widely, not able to contain her excitement. With slight exuberance she pulled him back to her, her hand on his cheek.
Cecilia felt like Wilson was so good for her. When they kissed, it was as if he was raising her up, above all the negativity and low points in her life to a place where she could be free with him. He was truly one amazing guy, just like she had thought when she met him.
They continued to kiss until they both ran out of breath. "Bye," she panted when they broke apart and unlocked her car. She got inside and Wilson shut the door for her, the grin plastered on his face apparent in the dim light from overhead. She turned on the car and carefully pulled out onto the calm street.
She left Wilson standing in the cone of light by himself. That was the way he felt when he had kissed Cecilia- the light represented it so well. The illuminated things were all the mattered- him and the woman he was so highly attracted to. Everything in the shadows was unseen and unimportant. If it wasn't Cecilia, Wilson simply didn't care.
Two months later…Cecilia walked down the hallway of the apartment building smiling. She had really grown to like the place, and the man in 3D. As she made her way there, she passed 3C, the apartment directly across the hall from Wilson's. It had a sign on it that said "FOR RENT" in big, red lettering. Cecilia stopped and stared at that before turning to the door she was after.
There was a knock on the apartment door. Wilson yelled from the bedroom for Billy to answer it, and after some grumbling he made his way away from the TV and toward the entrance. He didn't want to answer it; he already knew who it was. Cecilia had been over everyday for the past week, and almost every day in the weeks before this one. Frankly, Billy had had enough. He hadn't liked Cecilia in the first place and he wished she would just go away.
He opened the door and her bubbly face was revealed. "Hey Billy."
"Hi," he grumbled and left the door open as he return to his show. He wasn't going to let her ruin a new episode of his favorite program.
Cecilia stood in the middle of the room after closing the door behind her as she waited for Wilson to come out. After a minute or two, he did. She rushed over to him and gently placed her hands on his face, followed by her lips on his. Their first kiss was sweet and innocent; the subsequent ones were much more decadent and intense. Wilson pulled away from her, not wanting thing to progress to far, and ran his fingers lightly through her hair.
He was so engrossed with Cecilia that he almost didn't notice his son stomp out of the room and run into the only bathroom in the apartment. He sighed and his arms fell from her head to her elbows. She sighed too and rested her head onto his shoulder, trying so desperately not to bowl him over with her large stomach like she had done the first time they had met.
"I'll be right back," Wilson said and kissed her cheek lightly.
Cecilia nodded silently and he was off. He knocked on the bathroom door before entering. Billy was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the beige tub and his arms crossed violently over his chest.
"What's wrong buddy?"
"You." His answer was short and mean.
Wilson sat down next to his son. "OK, I know you are mad at me. Why? What did I do?"
Billy, still being young, let everything out at once. "You're dating a pregnant lady! You're not allowed to do that! It's not fair to me and it's not fair to her. That baby isn't my brother or sister."
Wilson ran his fingers through his hair. "I know that, but I like her. Can't you be nice to her…for me?"
Billy didn't answer him. Wilson stayed in the room for five more minutes, enduring the silence, before he decided to leave Billy alone for a while. Cecilia looked like she was going to cry when he saw her again.
"It's me, isn't it? I knew he didn't like me."
"It's not you. And it's not me. I don't know what it is. Just forget about it; it's not your problem."
"I'm no good with kids. How am I ever going to take care of my own?"
Wilson reached up and stroked her cheek. "First off, I'm sure you're good with kids. And secondly, it's always different with your own child. You'll be fine Cecilia."
She smiled at his kindness, but she wished that she could be only half as sure of that as he apparently was. It was easy for Wilson to think that everything was going to be OK though. No matter how hard he tried or how much he wanted to help, it wasn't his problem. Things always seem easier from the outside looking in.
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A/N: Yes, I finally updated. Congratulate me. This story is going really slow, and for anyone who is actually enjoying and/or anticipating this story, I apologize for that.
Next chapter is going to be more action-ish, but probably still boring. I don't think I have a very good spin on the next event. I will have to put more thought into that one.
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The number two is very nice. Review
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