That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 29, a 7th heaven fanfic

Wilson slept in a hard plastic chair next to Becca's bed the whole night. His father came to see him after he got out of surgery, and conceded that he and Becca seemed to be forging an uphill battle with this pregnancy. Dr. West gave Wilson some sage advice about everything happening for a reason, but Wilson didn't agree with him. His time would have been better spent finding a pillow and blanket for his son to use that night when he slept.

His parents begged him to come home, even Becca told him he could leave. Wilson's response was that a real man didn't leave his wife in a time of crisis. He declared that he wasn't leaving Becca, for school or otherwise, until things were more settled. Everyone thought Wilson was getting a little too philosophical with all of this, but no one was in the mood to pick a fight with him.

Neither Wilson nor Becca got any real rest, though, because the nurses kept coming in and out of Becca's room. They had to check her blood pressure and the fetal monitor every hour on the hour. The commotion was making both of them restless, so much so that Becca gave up on trying getting any real rest around four in the morning.

"You awake?" she asked into the room.

"Yeah." Wilson sat up more and looked at her. She was hooked up to all of these machines that measured everything under the sun; it scared him.

"This bites," she finally said after a few minutes.

"Yeah, it does," he said with a bit of a laugh.

"You can go home if you want. Your parents said they would pick you up if you changed your mind."

"Are you kicking me out?" he asked jokingly.

"No, but you can't exactly be comfortable in that chair. Go home and get some real sleep. I'll be fine."

"I want to stay with you. Why doesn't anyone understand that?"

She finally turned her head to face his. "I understand. I just don't want you to feel like I'm holding you hostage."

"You're not. It would be worse if I was home by myself knowing that you were in the hospital."

She nodded. "Are you going to school tomorrow?"

"No, of course not. I'm staying with you Becca. School, everything else is so unimportant compared to all this."

The phone rang in Wilson's house around 9:00 the next morning. With no one else at home, Mrs. West answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi. I'm calling from the attendance office at SCBA. Is this the West residence?"

"Yes, it is. This is Mrs. West."

"Hi Mrs. West. Are you aware that your son isn't in school today?"

"Yes, I am, and I'm so sorry that I didn't call that in. Things have just been a bit hectic around here."

"Is there a reason why Wilson isn't in school?"

"Yes." She thought for a moment before she said why. She remembered Wilson and Becca saying that they weren't telling anyone they were married, and she was correct in assuming that that extended to school, too. "There was a family emergency. I don't know when he'll be back in. I'm shooting for sometime this week."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The woman on the other end wasn't sure what to say, "Is-is everything OK?"

"More or less."

"OK. Well, thank you for your time. Good bye Mrs. West."

"Good bye."

Wilson took a walk around the hall midday Monday. As much as he loved Becca and being with her, he could only sit and watch her watch soaps for so long. At the end of the hall was the elevator He stopped for a minute looked at it. There was a sign near it with a listing of what was on what floor. The gift shop was on the main floor. Wilson thought they might have something there to help him pass the time, so he hopped in the elevator and went down.

Becca sat in her bed watching Angie and Jeremy yelling on what she had deemed her favorite soap opera from all of the days that she had played hooky. Ten minutes passed and a nurse walked into the room. She smiled at Becca, went over to the monitors, wrote down the readings into her chart, and then left as quietly as she entered. Wilson came in just as the nurse was going out.

"I thought you were going for a stroll down the hall," she said when he entered. "What took you so long?"

"I stopped in the gift shop." Wilson showed his purchase to Becca, a pack of cards. "Want to play? I'm bored."

She sat up a little bit and shut off her TV. "OK."

Wilson moved his chair close to her bed and sat down. "What do you know how to play?"

"Not much," she conceded.

"Do you know how to play BS?"

"Never heard of it."

"It's easy. You deal out the whole deck, and then who ever has the ace of spades puts it down. Then the next person puts down all the twos they have. If they have, say, three twos, they say 'three twos' and place them face down on top of the ace. The next person puts down all their threes, et cetera. The winner gets rid of all their cards first."

"But what if I have a two and you put down twos? How can I get rid of mine?"

"Ah. You can lie. When you say 'three twos', or whatever, you can be putting down any card- it doesn't have to be a two necessarily. If I think you're lying, I say BS. If you lied, you pick up all the cards. If I was wrong, I pick up all the cards. And if you lie and I don't catch you, you say…well, everyone plays differently. Pick a word to say. Anything."

"Uh…." Becca looked around the room for an object. Wilson smiled at her. "Lips."

"Lips?"

"Yeah. You have great lips."

He laughed. "OK. Then say lips."

Wilson dealt the cards and then looked up at Becca. "Do you have the ace of spades?"

Becca checked her cards. "Um, yes I do. Put it down?" Wilson nodded, and Becca placed the card face up on the bed.

"OK, then I start." Wilson put down two cards. "Two twos."

"One three."

"Four fours."

Becca looked at her cards. Wilson couldn't have had all the fours. Becca had one in her hand. "BS," she announced triumphantly. Wilson grumbled and picked up the cards that had been put down. "Ha!"

A/N: Yes, you read that right. I just did about 300 words on playing cards. How ridiculous! Again, that was a word count thing more than anything else. But, it kind of almost makes sense. I rewatched "Breaking Up Is Hard To Do" a couple of days ago and in it Wilson suggests to Mary that they could play cards, and that he is a good card player. Either that was completely subconscious that I put I tin there or plain dumb luck. I'm going with the latter.

I'm pretty sure there are seven more chapters after this one, if anyone is into counting.

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