Will could smell the trouble long before he even picked up the phone a week and a half ago when his mother invited him and his friends over for Christmas dinner. Marilyn Truman had a habit of making Christmas dinner two days before the actual holiday. It was so she could have her family for the holidays without really having to deal with them on the actual holiday. It made planning Christmas with Grace and Jack and now Karen a lot easier.

Well this year he figured it would just be the two of them for Christmas. He knew it was just going to be him and Karen this year, especially with the announcement he was going to make in a few hours. Grace wasn't going to be happy. She was going to blow a gasket and Jack, Jack would probably leave or go into hiding. They would probably go home together, leaving Karen and Will to deal with the parents.

From the moment he walked into the house his fingers itched for Karen's. Or her skin. Or even her lips on any part of his body. But Jack was doing a mighty fine job at keeping her away from him. Even when she tried to escape, desperation in her own eyes, someone would intervene and prevent her from seeing him. It took all he had to sit next to her. It was then that his fingers found her skirt and found some skin, minimal, but enough to make him calm down.

"So Will what are your plans for the New Year?" It was George who had asked the question. Will looked around the table at his brothers and his sister in laws who were looking at him like a dog waiting for a bone. He looked at Grace and at Jack and knew that the moment was now or never.

Karen's hand intertwined with his under the table. "I'm getting married in a month and a half."

Grace looked like was a fish. Marilyn slowly put down her fork. And the rest of the people just pushed away their food. "You're getting married?" Marilyn asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes." Grace began to shake her head. She knew what was happening. She knew who it was. She had to have known.

" To who?"

"Karen." Grace said as she got to her feet. "Excuse me."

"Gracie," Will said, his hands still in Karen's. "Grace, come on."

Marilyn simply smiled at Karen and put a forkful of salad into her mouth. For now someone was trying to be civil and not make it a huge train wreck. That was Grace's job. Grace was running through the house throwing open her bedroom door and slamming it as hard as she could. Hoping that it would break of the hinges.

Grace paced back and forth in her bedroom. Karen. Will was marrying Karen? When did they even have time to sleep together? Did they sleep together? They had to have slept together. Karen wasn't the type of person to just jump into a relationship and get married. That wasn't her. She was too busy making fun of people and making alibis for her driver who ran people over.

And Will! Will was gay. Will had been gay from the day she met him. And even when they got engaged for the two minutes that they were engaged he wasn't gay. Did Karen know that the man she supposedly knew everything about was gay? Was she using him? Was he using her? Everything suddenly seemed to jumbled in her mind when she saw Will enter her bedroom quietly and slowly. He didn't know what to expect. A vase could be flying in his general direction and he wouldn't be surprised.

" I am moving out of the apartment tomorrow," Grace said, her back to him, her gaze locked on a small blue jay outside her window. "I am moving out of the apartment and moving into one in Brooklyn. There are places open. I will go downstairs; pretend I'm more than happy for you. But I don't want an invitation and I don't want anything to do with your wedding to her."

"She's your best friend Grace. She'd want you to be there."

"You're my best friend and she's taking you away from me. She devised a plan and made her way into your life and won you over." It sounded childish and confusing. But confused was how Grace felt. "Anyway. When did you propose to her?"

"This morning. I wanted to give her a one up before meeting my mom." Will laughed. He had proposed to her in bed. "I threw the box at her and told her to open it. She never really told me yes or no. It wasn't until my mom asked me what I was doing next year that I knew she had accepted."

Grace smiled and started to throw things in her black bag, the same one she had brought to stay over. She couldn't be mad at him for being happy. She couldn't be mad at him for finding someone he could actually stand and someone who could stand him. It was nice to see. But she could be mad at him for not choosing her to marry, even though he had explained it to her years ago that he would have driven her insane and he didn't want to lose her.

Will left her to pack and he watched as she snuck out of the house with two bags, one must have been Jack's. He wasn't to be seen after desert. Karen was being pulled into the group that was dubbed as the Truman women and was being showed around the house. Will was forced outside onto the patio and stayed there after his dad and brother's left. It was where Karen had found him a few hours later after her soon to be brother and sister in law's were gone.

She placed a hand to his neck and her thumb traced the line of his jaw, making him moan. Her hands must have been cold, he only moaned when they were cold. He reclined his head back and looked at her upside down, a small smile playing at his lips. She leant down and kissed his forehead before moving around his chair and taking a seat on his lap. His arms instinctively wrapped around her middle and he couldn't help but laugh as buried herself further into him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Grace isn't going to come to the wedding." Will announced. She knew that already. But it was for him to hear it for himself as if he didn't believe it.

"Neither is Jack." Karen said almost sadly and regretful. "I didn't expect them to be happy."

"Neither did I. But I didn't know myself until I told them we were getting married."

"I've had the ring on all day long." She said with a smile. She moved her head off his shoulder and looked at him, brushing hairs out of his face. "You could have asked me the day we met to marry you and I would have said yes."

"Really?"

"Really." She nodded. She kissed him, her hands framing his face. She realized there, with the weight of her ring, the softness of his lips, and the heat of his hands, she wasn't going to give this up. Not for a long shot.

Across state lines, in the small apartment in New York City a phone rang. No one was there to pick it up. It rang and rang until a voice filled the void.

"Hi this is Karen Walker. I'm currently unavailable but if you'd leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can," She said a little laughter at the end of the sentence.

"Karen this is Stan. I need to talk to you. I need to talk to you now."