That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 19, a 7th heaven fanfic

A few nights later, Wilson hung up the phone in his kitchen after talking to one of his friends from the swim team. He thought for a moment, and then turned to Becca.

"There's a party tonight. Want to go?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, why not?"

"OK."

"But..."

He knew she was up to something. "Yes?"

"Are we telling people we're married?"

"I don't know-" he seemed leery.

"I don't want to. It's going to create a big stir." Her face lit up with the hint of an idea. "Let's make it like a game; see how long we can go."

He liked the idea, but she was so resolute that there was no room to argue with her anyway. He laughed and kissed her cheek. "OK. Sounds good to me."

Becca pulled up near the party, leaned over and kissed him, and got out. She went to run off into the house before Wilson stopped her.

"Wait," he said before she left and he didn't see her for hours. "No boys," he reminded her.

She pointed her finger at him. "No girls."

Becca giggled and ran inside before him. Wilson walked in slowly. He conversed with his friends from school for an hour or so before anyone even asked him about Becca. Of course it was Tyler who had said something; he was the only one who showed any real interest in Wilson's life.

"Did you come with her?"

"And by 'her' you mean Becca?" Tyler nodded. "Yeah."

"And..."

"And what?"

"And anything else you want to share?"

"Not really."

"Come on," he pleaded. "My love life has been really crappy this year."

"Mooching off mine isn't really going to help." Wilson laughed at his own joke. "Let me find you someone."

"Somebody like Becca?"

Now Wilson was curios. "You want Becca?"

"No, no. She's yours. But someone fun like her, that'd be good."

Wilson scanned the crowd and looked around for some of the girls he had seen Becca hanging around with. He saw a petite brunette that he recognized and pointed her out to Tyler. "Do you know her?"

"Nope."

"Good, then you might have a chance. Go talk to her." Wilson pushed Tyler in the girl's direction.

Wilson watched on as Tyler walked over and introduced himself. Satisfied that he had done a good deed, Wilson looked around the place. He quickly decided there was nothing at the party- besides Becca, who was somewhere - that interested him. He walked around in search of his wife until he finally saw her outside with some friends. He stood back from her and watched her as she spoke and laughed. He thought she was so beautiful. He loved her so much, more than he originally thought he did.

He walked over to her and she smiled when she saw him. The two locked hands and eyes and, without words, decided they were ready to go home.

Wilson rolled over and kissed Becca's shoulder on Monday morning.

"Do you have any exciting plans today besides school?"

"Well, if you call my doctor's appointment exciting, then yes."

"How's that going?"

"Fine."

"Everything OK?"

She nodded. "As far as I'm told."

"You don't want me to go with you?"

"No. Besides, you still have practice for nationals."

"I'd skip it if you needed me," he answered honestly.

"That's sweet, but I'm fine." Becca rolled her eyes. Wilson hardly seemed convinced.

Becca pulled up to the house the same time Scott pulled up to drop Wilson off from swim practice.

"What's she doing here?" Scott asked.

Wilson quickly came up with a lie. "Uh, she was coming over to hang out with me."

Scott nudged him with his elbow as Wilson stood to get out. "Use protection."

Wilson rolled his eyes and fully got out of the car. He kissed Becca hello as Scott pulled out of the driveway. Becca pulled away and hugged him tightly.

"You all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said into his chest.

He rested his head on top of hers. "Then why are you acting so weird?"

"Because I didn't see you all day and I missed you."

"Really?" He found that hard to believe. Becca was so independent.

"Yeah, kind of. I don't need you or anything, but it's nice to have you around."

He laughed; she was back. "I see."

They went inside and shared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Becca hopped up onto the counter and sat. She took a big bite and smiled at him. The house was empty and, according to the note left by Wilson's mother on the fridge, no one would be home for another two hours.

She batted her eyes. "So what are we to do all by ourselves in this big ol' house?"

Wilson fought to contain his laughter. "What, are you trying to do that 'southern belle' thing?"

"Does that do it for you?"

"Oh yeah."

A week later, after Becca's next appointment, she came home depressed. Wilson didn't understand what was wrong and Becca wasn't talking. She'd usually love to complain to him, but not now. She didn't even say anything at all to him until they went to bed that night.

"OK," he finally said to her back. She was lying on her side, facing the opposite wall and away from Wilson. "What's wrong?" She didn't answer. "School?" She shook her head. "Me? Did I do something?" She shook her head again. He thought for a while. "The baby?" No response. "You had a doctor's appointment today, didn't you? What's wrong?"

She finally rolled over. "Can't I just want to go to sleep and not talk?"

"No." He sighed. "You're acting different and you're worrying me."

"There's nothing to be worried about. I'm fine, the baby's fine."

He wasn't buying it. "So why the silent treatment all night and all afternoon?"

"I had a bad day in school." She seemed to be telling the truth, so Wilson let her continue. "My grades suck, and I actually did my essay for English and it was kind of off-topic and I didn't even realize it, and the usual people hate me because they're dorks and I'm being me. It was just a lot to deal with."

"Is there anything I can do?" He believed her, but not fully.

"Not unless you want to go beat up a group of juniors and my English teacher Mrs. Preston."

"I think I'll pass."

The next Monday, Becca had another doctor's appointment. She came home in the same bad mood, so Wilson concluded that either something was wrong medically, or she just had a bad case of the Mondays. While his mother cooked dinner, he cornered her. Hopefully he'd be able to get whatever it was out of her. Wilson went over to Becca and took her hand, pulling her into the bedroom. He closed the door and put his hands on the sides of her arms.

Becca smiled coquettishly. "Do you want to fool around?"

"No. I want to know what's wrong. Something's wrong, more than just school." She looked away from him. Wilson moved his hands to her cheeks and turned her head to face him. "I'm your husband. You have to tell me." He was desperate.

"No I don't. It doesn't work that way."

"Well it should." He paused and sighed. "I'm sorry. I was rude. I just want to know what's wrong. Something's not right and, even if I can't do anything about it, I'll be here for you. But I can't do anything if you won't tell me what it is."

"I didn't want to worry you, or involve you at all frankly, but if you're putting a gun to my head then I guess I'll spill. My blood pressure spiked last week when I went for my check-up. That's why I had to go back this week. It seems like I have preeclampsia."

"What's that?" Wilson had never heard of that in his life.

"It's a high blood pressure that can affect the placenta stuff and be bad for me and the baby."

He sat on the bed. "You knew about this last week when I asked you what was wrong? You knew that happened and you said you were fine? You lied to my face?" He wasn't mad so much as he was disappointed. He could never imagine lying to Becca like that.

"Sort of. I knew my blood pressure was high but I didn't know that I most likely have preeclampsia." She sat down next to him, her hands under her legs.

"Why didn't you just tell me the truth?"

"I was afraid you'd go ballistic and worry."

"I would have been fine." He looked up at her, and she could visibly see how upset he was. "Don't do that again. Lying isn't what you should be doing."

"I know. I'm sorry."

He looked back down at his hands. "When will you know for sure?"

"I'm going back tomorrow. They'll have my test results and they want to check my blood-pressure again."

"And then what?"

"And then we go from there."

"Yeah, and?"

She was getting a little annoyed now. "I'm not a doctor. I don't know."

Wilson shook his head at her. He was sad that she was sick, most likely, scared for her and the baby, but, most of all, scared that she had so blatantly lied to his face. They'd only been married a few weeks and she was already keeping stuff from him. It made him question everything she had ever said. Everything that was straight now seemed slightly skewed. Wilson got up and walked out, closing the door behind him. He didn't talk to her for the rest of night or the next morning.

The next afternoon, Wilson still wasn't talking to Becca. After a while, she gave up on trying to get him to talk to her. She left for her appointment in silence. When she came home from her doctor's appointment, however, it was a completely different story.

Becca quietly closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath and looked around the house. She couldn't see Wilson anywhere, and after taking a quick peek into the kitchen, concluded he was in their bedroom. The door was shut, so she knocked before she entered. He looked up when Becca walked in and saw the pain on her face.

"So?"

"I have preeclampsia."

"OK," he said, his tone morose. "What happens now?"

"Now I'm on some medication and I have to go back Monday to have them check my blood pressure again." He nodded and went to leave the room. Just as he got one foot out Becca spoke again. "Wait."

He turned around. "What?"

"Can I call a truce or something? I need you now. Please Wilson."

He hugged her tightly and he could feel almost her full weight leaning against him. "I don't like you lying to me."

"I didn't lie for lying's sake. I was trying to protect you for a little bit. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure."

"That's no excuse, but I'm not going to hold it against you. I understand." He kissed the top of her head.

"Thanks."

A/N: Ah, and this one was to long. Oh well.

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