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Two afternoons later, a loud knock came on Wilson's front door. Practice had changed to a Monday, Wednesday, Friday, schedule, so Wilson was home to answer it. A disgruntled middle-aged man was at the door.

"Wilson? Wilson West?"

"Yes?"

He pushed past Wilson, through the door, and into the house. "I'm John Tanny, Rebecca Tanny's father."

"O-OK."

"Did you get my daughter pregnant!"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?"

"I mean yes."

"How in the hell did that happen!"

Martha West came into the living room. "What's going on?"

Wilson turned to his mother. "This is Becca's dad."

"Oh," his mother said knowingly and left the room. She wanted no part of that.

"You didn't answer my question!" His voice boomed through the house.

"Well, um, your daughter is a very beautiful girl and-"

"Don't tell me you couldn't control yourself!"

Wilson had no idea what to say. "Well, actually, she was the one who-"

"And don't possibly tell me that maybe baby girl came on to you!"

Wilson grew increasingly frustrated. "So what do you want me to say? That we slept together and it was good?" Becca's dad looked like he was going to punch him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"And did you know my daughter has some crazy notion of wanting to keep this child?"

"Yes. We discussed it. She said she doesn't want to abort or put it up for adoption; she's not a murderer or a quitter."

John smiled faintly. "Yeah, that does sound like my daughter."

"So…" Wilson said "It's nice meeting you. Was there something specific you wanted?"

He shook his head. "No, not really. I wanted to kill you but after a lot of convincing Becca talked me out of that."

"Are you home now? Becca told me that," he was going to say that she said he was never home, but decided that wasn't such a good idea, "that you work a lot."

"I hadn't really thought of that." He furrowed his brow. "I guess I could stay home for a while. I'd have to switch some things around, but if she needs me then I'll be here. Of course she needs me, though. She went out and got herself pregnant." His last sentence seemed to have sparked an idea. "I should get going. Who knows what she does when I'm not around, right?"

Wilson stood and showed him to the door. "I'm sure Becca's fine. She did a pretty good job of taking care of herself."

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School let out two weeks later and Wilson walked out the double doors and to the parking lot. He was going to find his bus, when Becca put her arm out and spun him around. Wilson just looked at her and smiled. God was she beautiful.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up."

They started to walk to her car. "And what do you want from me?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

"The look on your face."

"I just didn't want to go home; that's all."

"And why is that?"

"Because my dad's working form home and my mom vowed to only take clients close to home so they could sit there and stare at me. They won't leave me alone and it's driving me nuts." Wilson nodded. "And you'd think it was a nice thing, them wanting to be home with me. But it's just their way of saying that I screwed up and now they can yell at me."

"They're yelling at you?" He opened the door and sat in the passenger's side.

"Yup." She started up the car and backed out, careful not to hit any uniform-clad school boys on her way out. "It annoys the hell out of me. They haven't been around for years and now they think the have the right to have some sort of say in my life. They don't know me at all."

"What are they saying?"

"That you have no future and that I have no future. But apparently I have more of a chance at a better future since I come from money. I tried to tell them you're not poor or anything but they won't hear it. They think you're no good for me and you're just trying to mooch off their millions."

"What?" He was shocked. "I don't want any money from you. I don't want anything from you really."

She smiled. "You don't sound too convinced of that one. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just you."

"O-oh. So you want me for my body?"

"No, that's not what I said. I want you, to be with you. Sitting and talking even, not just sex."

"But sex is included in that?"

"Of course." They had arrived at his house. Wilson opened the door and got out. Becca rolled down the window to say something to him but he beat her to it. "Thanks for the ride. I hope everything ends up OK with your parents."

She smiled at him. "Thanks for listening."

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Geoffrey, Wilson's father, knocked on Wilson's door three nights later. If anything had come out of this, it had been a restriction on a lot of Wilson's privacy. His parents were home much more now than they were before.

Wilson got out of bed and opened the door. "Yeah?"

"There's someone here to see you." His dad pointed in the direction of the front door.

Wilson looked at the clock on his desk. "What? It's past eleven."

"That's what I said," his father grumbled.

Wilson brushed past him and went into the foyer where Becca was standing. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was leaning against the front door. As soon as he locked eyes with her, he knew that she had been crying. It didn't mater that it had been over a half an hour ago, he still knew.

He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "What's wrong?"

"I can't anymore." She sniveled. "I just can't."

"Can't what?"

"Live with them. My parents are driving me nuts and this was the last straw. I'm out."

"What did they do?"

"They won't stop fighting with me and telling me how much I screwed up. I know already."

He reached out to her cheek with an unsteady hand. "But what did they do to make you cry?"

"They said I should have an abortion and then stay the hell away from you."

"What?" Wilson didn't believe this. "Did you tell them-"

'Yes, I told them everything. They don't care. They still think you're bad for me, especially since you were what started this whole situation."

"Do they know that I'm not the only guy you've been with?"

"I have no idea. Probably not, but if they don't they're really dumb. The signs are all there. I haven't tried to hide that from them." Wilson nodded. "So can I just stay here for the night? It's either here or I sleep in my car."

Wilson turned around to go find his dad to ask him only to find that his father was a few feet behind him listening to the whole conversation. Dr. West nodded to Wilson, who in turn wrapped his arms around Becca. She sighed into his chest. Everything was becoming increasingly difficult.

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A/N: So of course Becca's dad hates Wilson. But he really gave me a lot of trouble. There is supposed to be a balance between him being smart, because he has that business side of him, but he's dumb when it comes to his daughters. I really doubt that comes across, though. But, eh. But anyway, um, if you like him he'll be making bunches of appearances.

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Increasingly difficult is right. Review.

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