PART I
"Chris,"
"What's wrong?" Taub asked, plunking down in the seat across from her at the kitchen table. She'd messaged him on his pager—something she was only suppose to do in an emergency. Given this, he was annoyed by her completely calm, almost glowing expression.
"Nothing is wrong," She replied. "I have to tell you something."
Tab raised an eyebrow and waited for the bomb to drop. Was she leaving him? Did she decide she wanted a divorce after all?
"I'm pregnant." She held her breath waiting for him to react.
"That's..." He searched in vain for the right words. He saw her look of excitement and decided peace was more important than his opinion or feelings. "...wonderful, honey!"
She smiled and hugged him, babbling about clearing out the guest bedroom, paint colors, and baby names. He nodded at all the appropriate times, bobbing his head in agreement. The idea of a baby horrified him, but he couldn't let her down. He could pretend he was happy for her sake.
PART II
"...The only explanation is a congenital defect." Taub explained, gesturing to the white board.
"Who's the blimp?" House nodded towards a very pregnant woman wearing a sun dress entering the office.
She shot him a glare. "I'm Chris's wife."
Taub quickly got to his feet. "Is the baby okay?"
"Yes, he's fine." She answered, instinctively touching her belly. "I just wanted to remind you that my sister is coming by today and your cell phone was turned off."
"Oh. Thanks, honey. Why don't you go home and take it easy?"
"I will." She said sweetly, giving him a peck on the cheek. "It was nice meeting all of you." She smiled politely at everyone in the room except House.
"Why didn't you tell us you're having a baby?!" Kutner asked. "Congrats, man!"
"Thank you. Like I was saying, it has to be a congenital defect..."
"That's it?" House asked, cutting Taub off mid sentence.
"Yes, there's no other explanation."
"Not that. Your wife comes in here just about ready to pop and you don't find a moment to mention it over the last nine months?"
"I figured you'd want me to keep my personal life at home."
"Most expectant fathers are bursting at the seams with pride...You're keeping little Taub Jr. a secret. There's only two reasons why you wouldn't be talking none stop about it. The kid isn't yours?"
"Of course he's mine. My wife isn't a cheater." He said angrily.
"Too bad. Because the second option is even though the kid is yours, you don't want him. That's cold."
"And untrue. Now if you excuse me, I have an MRI to conduct on our patient. You know, the person we should be focusing on."
House called after time "Baby hater!"