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Simon looked intently at Juliet before saying anything. There was nothing he could say to express the sheer joy that was radiating from inside of him. Cecilia sensed Juliet getting scared, so she jiggled her knee to try and make the infant forget about the fear. Cecilia was afraid that Juliet would start crying for Simon and he would snap again.

No matter how hard she tried, though, she couldn't prevent Juliet from crying. She stared at Simon with her blue-grey eyes that resembled her mothers and tears started to form. She called out to her mother the only way she knew how and clung to Cecilia as best she could. Simon sat back, away from her, and looked at Cecilia questioningly.

"She didn't cry for Wilson. She wanted him to hold her."

"Juliet's known Wilson since the day she was born. She's comfortable with him."

"But I'm her father," he protested.

"She doesn't know you Simon. That's all that it is."

Simon knew she was right, and that hurt him. It made him want to win Cecilia back. "So what's the deal with you and Wilson?" He had to scope out the competition before making any sort of move.

"There's no deal." Simon glared at her. "OK, fine. I really like him. And I think he truly cares for me, too, otherwise he wouldn't have come here. We're really close."

"Exactly how close?"

Cecilia rolled her eyes. "I don't have to answer that." She was well aware that the answer she gave still answered Simon's question, but at least she didn't have to verbalize it.

Simon put his head in his hands. "I knew it," he whispered

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Wilson and Kevin sat together on the front porch. They both wanted to ask each other some things, and they didn't want to do that inside of the house. Outside was always a much better, and more private, place to chat.

"This is awkward," Kevin said after a few moments.

"Why?" Wilson asked.

"Because I know so much about you and I've never even met you." Wilson didn't really understand, so Kevin clarified. "They all have big mouths- especially Lucy."

Wilson laughed. "Yeah, she'd talk everyone's ear off." He paused and then forged forward. "Why does she hate Cecilia so much? Why does the whole family hate her?"

"They're not really angry with her. They're angry with Simon. But they can't be angry with him; they don't want to be mad at him. I think Cecilia's more of a scapegoat than anything else."

"Well that was dumb of them. They've pretty much cut off all contact with her and her daughter- Simon's daughter."

Kevin turned optimistic. "Maybe Simon will be able to fix things. For things to be OK, it has to start with him."

Wilson shook his head. "It's not up to him. It's up to Cecilia to forgive him for abandoning her, and that's not going to happen. Not for a while anyway. He hurt her worse than she ever has been hurt before."

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"Can I hold her?" Simon asked after a few moments of dead silence. He had upset Cecilia by asking too much about her relationship with Wilson, so she hadn't said much for a little while.

"She's going to start screaming out you," she warned him.

"I don't care. I want to hold her."

"Well, she doesn't really need to be 'held'," she said as she handing Juliet over to him. "Just sit her on you knee and prop up her back so she doesn't fall over."

Simon did as he was told and started grinning from ear to ear. "How do I look with her?"

"Fine," she said indifferently.

He put his hand on her knee and she scooted away from him. "Come on, don't be like this."

Cecilia stood to get out of his reach. She didn't want him to touch her ever again. "Don't be like what? I don't want you doing this to me; I won't let you do this."

"Do what?"

"Tell me that you love me and then leave me again. You don't love me. You never did love me." Tears formed behind her eyes but she blinked them away. She swore to herself that she wouldn't cry in front of him, and she intended on keeping that promise. "I can't believe you did what you did. I still can't believe it."

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"You know, Ben's my brother."

Wilson laughed heartily. "I thought I saw a resemblance." He paused for a moment, the serious tone in his voice back. "Would it be wrong to ask about her?"

Kevin half smiled. "She's married- to a guy she brought home one Christmas she was in high school. They met at a homeless shelter Eric made her volunteer at. Then when she was at the airport she ran into him…and they eloped."

Again Wilson laughed, but this time it was more reminiscent than in fun. "How long ago?"

"Well, she married a week after Lucy and me so…21 months."

"Is she happy?" he asked seriously. Wilson sincerely wanted to know the answer. They didn't separate on the best terms, but he didn't want anything bad for Mary.

Kevin nodded. "As far as I know. She had a son seven months ago."

"Good for her."

"You're not thinking about…" Kevin let his question fall.

"No, absolutely not. I wouldn't want to impose myself on her life. Besides, I'm in love with Cecilia."

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"I still don't understand why you are so angry with me," Simon confessed.

This enraged Cecilia to no end. First of all, he should have been able to figure out why she was especially perturbed. And second, she'd been doing nothing but tell him why she was so mad. "Simon, we've been over this." He looked hurt, so she continued to explain it to him, again. "I'm mad because you could have cared less what happened to me when I was pregnant with your child. Then one day it dawns on you that you're losing me so you make up some lame excuse about wanting parental rights just to get to see me again."

"Can you blame me? You're perfect."

"Simon, stop this; I'm begging you. I'm with someone else now. You-"

"Are you in love with him?"

Cecilia grew quiet. "What?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Are you in love with Wilson?

She hesitated before answering. She didn't really know whether or not she could trust another man after what Simon had put her through. But Wilson wasn't just some other man, not to her anyway. Cecilia stopped thinking with her head and, for the first time in a long time, thought with her heart. "Yes."

Simon got up and went inside, slamming the back door behind him so hard that she thought the glass would shatter. Cecilia sat for a little while and gathered her thoughts before getting up and walking around the side of the house to Wilson's car parked in the driveway in the front. There was no way she was going to chance entering the house again. She heard Wilson's voice coming from the stoop and spun around; she immediately saw him chatting with Kevin. Both men stood up and went over to Cecilia.

"Everything OK?" Wilson asked.

She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his. "More or less, yes." She turned to Kevin. "Thanks for all your help. I appreciate it." He nodded. "Would it be all right if I kept in touch with you?"

"Please do," he said. "Don't let the rest of them scare you. You'll always have me to turn to for information."

Wilson squeezed Cecilia's hand and she turned to him. "I'm ready to go."

Wilson smiled widely. He knew that she had let go of most of her past; he could see it in her face. They both said good-bye to Kevin and, after getting Juliet back into her car seat, got back in the SUV themselves. Before they pulled out of the driveway, Cecilia placed her hand on his knee.

"Wilson?"

"Yeah?"

She took a deep breath, "I love you."

His face broke into a wide smile and he kissed her passionately, cradling her head with his hand. "I love you, too," he whispered as he pulled away.

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A/N: Well, it's over. This has to be the crappiest ending ever, but what can you do? This story went from great, to eh, then picked up a little, then totally fizzled out. All my stories do that. I need to work on that for the next one.

Again, I want to apology for the infrequent updates of this story. Not that anyone was really waiting with bated breath, but I apologize nonetheless.

Next story, who knows. I have this idea for a Mary/Wilson supernatural/mystery kind of piece, but I think it might be to weird to right. It's kind of too out there- literally. Maybe if I get adventurous that'll be my next thing. One thing is for sure, though. Wilson/Cecilia is done, at least for me. I couldn't do this again. As cut as I think they would be together, it got to be way to hard at the end. Anything else I write will be Mary/Wilson.

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This piece was a bit of stretch for me. I'd love it if you told me what you thought.

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