That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 15, a 7th heaven fanfic

Wilson waked the steps of Becca's house and went to knock on the door when she flung it open and came outside.

"I saw you coming from my window," she explained.

"Oh."

"Stephanie told me she talked to you before she left, and she told me I should marry you." Becca was never really one to beat around the bush. Besides that, she liked to see Wilson squirm with discomfort. "But just because she's decided doesn't mean I have."

"Fine," he said, "but if we want to do this it's going to take a really long time. We have to go to make an appointment with a clerk, go to court, and see a counselor, and then go to court again, and get our blood tested, all before we can ever get our marriage license."

"What? Why all that?"

"Because we're underage."

"I thought all we had to do was get out parents to agree."

He shook his head. "It's a whole long and drawn-out process."

"I didn't know that," she looked down at the floor, "but it really doesn't change my answer any. I can't marry you Wilson."

"What? Why not? Stephanie said-"

"She's just my sister. She's not me. Her word isn't law." She turned away from Wilson and ran back up the stairs.

Wilson reached out and grabbed her arm. She spun around and glared at him. "Can't or won't?"

"Can't."

He started pleading with her. "Why not?"

"Because!" she screamed.

"Because what?"

"Because, in case you haven't realized, you're a good person. I'm a bad person. It would never work out."

Wilson put his hands on both of Becca's arms and pulled her in closer to him. "Don't. Don't say those things."

"It's true."

"No it's not."

She frowned and her eyes teared. "You don't understand."

"Doing things that are bad or wrong does not make you a bad person. You are not a bad person Rebecca."

Becca wiped underneath her eyes. "You've never called me that before."

He half smiled. "That's your serious name. This is a serious conversation." Becca laughed and then started to cry. "What? What can I do to make this OK for you?" She didn't answer him. Wilson dropped his hold on her arms and took her left hand. He got down on one knee and kissed her knuckles. "Rebecca Tanny, will you marry me?"

She stared into his eyes. "I guess."

He squeezed her hand. "You guess?"

"I mean-" her voice turned more resolute, "yes."

Wilson stood and lifted Becca up in his arms. He kissed her and she kissed him back. Without a ring or complete parental consent, Becca and Wilson were engaged.

"So," he said between laughter, "so you're telling me that Rebecca- gets to live with you – and she's your responsibility- and you think I'm going to be upset about that?" John Tanny laughed heartily. "That's classic." He cleared his throat. "But seriously, take her. It'll save me the trouble of dealing with her. One less woman around the house, right?" He nudged Wilson with his elbow.

"I-I guess, sir."

"Dad! I'm sitting right here!" Becca let out a frustrated sigh and turned to Wilson. "See, this is why I want to get married. I can't take him anymore, and I certainly can't, in good conscience, bring a child into this."

Wilson picked up Becca's hand. "OK, OK. Calm down."

"I can't take you either. You're on my last nerve Rebecca. You need money? Fine. My signature? Fine. Need me to show up for something? Fine. I'll do whatever you want. Just get married. Please," he begged.

No one said anything for a few seconds. "Well, OK," Wilson said and stood. He extended his hand to Becca's father and shook. "Thank you. I'll be going now."

Becca jumped up from her seat and grabbed Wilson's hand. "Take me with you."

Wilson plopped down onto the couch and wrapped his arm around Becca. She was sitting and watching TV on Wilson's couch, waiting for their meeting with the county counselor. They already had their meeting for their marriage license and subsequently appeared before a judge who assigned the counseling. He picked up her hand in both of his and started rubbing circles on her wrist.

"Do you want something?"

"No. Sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. It's just…you're here. I can't help it."

"It's OK." She smiled at him. "Are you nervous?"

"More like anxious," he conceded.

"Why? It'll all be fine."

Wilson kissed her temple. "I hope so."

Becca picked up Wilson's hand and looked at his watch. "OK, time to go. Let's do this, Studly."

They arrived to their appointment five minutes early to show how responsible they could be. A kind looking woman with short blonde hair and too much paperwork on her desk greeted them.

"West and, uh, Tanny, is it?"

Wilson placed his hand on the small of Becca's back and spoke. "Yes."

"Please have a seat." The pair sat. The woman found the papers she was looking for and handed one to each of the youngsters. "Please fill these out. Now, um, I'm Mrs. Meredith Forsa. I'm an accredited social worker and counselor for the state of California. As soon as you're done with those forms we'll get started, OK?" Within a few minutes, the two completed them and handed them back. "Good. We're going to discuss the social, economic, and personal responsibilities that come with marriage, OK?" They nodded. "All right. So, first off, why do you want to get married?"

Wilson spoke again. "Is honesty going to make us look bad? Because I can lie and make up some story, or I can tell you the truth."

"Is the truth that bad?"

"Not entirely, no."

"Then please give me the truth. It would be refreshing for a change. Believe me, I've heard it all."

This time, Becca reached for Wilson's hand. "Well, basically, we've known each other since the beginning of September, which doesn't sound very long, but time of the essence."

"I'm pregnant," she added.

"I see." Mrs. Forsa wasn't being overly judgmental, which relieved Wilson and Becca.

"And, my parents kind of left me to raise myself, for the past few years especially. My father was actually relieved when we asked him if we could marry. He was happy to get rid of me."

Mrs. Forsa nodded.

"But besides that stuff," Wilson continued, "I really care for Becca. I want to be the one who looks after her, and I want to be there for her and the baby. It's the responsible thing to do. The baby will be better off if we live together, and that won't happen unless we get married."

"What about money?"

"My father agreed to an allowance," Becca said. "Forty-five hundred dollars a month."

"And when I turn sixteen," Wilson interjected, "I'm going to become a lifeguard. They get paid well above minimum wage and there is always work for them."

"That's good, because Rebecca's father might decide to pull the plug. Legally, he'll have no obligation to her and neither will your parents Wilson. You'll be emancipated once you get married."

"We know," he answered, "but my parents aren't going to turn their backs on us. They'll be here."

"OK. What about school?"

"We're both staying in school."

"College?"

"As of now, we want to go, but we both agreed that we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"But you've both still got a long ways to go in high school. What are you going to do when that hot new girl or guy comes along and the convenience of your spouse doesn't look so appealing anymore?"

"That won't happen," Becca answered quickly. "We'll have a baby. It will be different. I'm in this until death."

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