Title: What Protects Our Hearts
Rating: PG (kiss kiss!)
Disclaimer: I only own Sandra. Mine! House and Wilson belong to other people.
A/N: This is part of the "Nothing Could Be Wrong" universe. Some people had shown interest in seeing more of the family. I don't know if I'll write another bit, but I had this in my head, so I thought I'd put it down on paper. :)

It had been just a normal, everyday evening at home when the call came. Wilson had been cooking a fast dinner, House was playing the piano, situated by the window, nursing a beer. They were going to watch a wrestling match on TV and Wilson had been hoping to go to bed early. Not that he wanted to sleep. The past few weeks had been tense – they had all been on edge, waiting to hear back from Sandra, the surrogate mother, about the ultra sound. Although she had invited House to come along, he had never been the sentimental type, even if was his offspring growing inside of her. Wilson declined the invitation as well, because he knew Sandra would be uncomfortable with him there. He thought, considering the fact that he had respected her privacy, she might let them know as soon as she knew.

The phone ringing caught him off guard, and he almost dropped the spoon in the sauce pan. It shouldn't have – after years of being a doctor, you get used to the annoying sound of the telephone at all hours of the night and day. He could only guess that the cause of anxious reaction was his already frayed nerves. "I got it," House told him from his place at the piano; one of the cordless phones was sitting on the surface of grand piano. "House," he told the caller on the other end. He listened for a moment and smiled slightly. "Thanks, Sandra. I'll give you a call tomorrow. We'll set up lunch." He hung up the phone and walked over to Wilson. Wrapped his arms tightly around his lover and kissed him gently, just below his ear. Wilson couldn't help but giggle, House knew that was a sensitive spot.

"What was that about?" Wilson asked, letting the wooden spoon fall in the sauce pan as he reached behind to grab at House's neck.

"Sandra called."

"That's what I thought," he said while turning around in House's arms to face the man, "when you said her name." He loved the closeness off their bodies, the heat he could feel radiating off of House, the slight pressure of the other man's clasped hands just on the waistband of his slacks. Why had this taken so long for them to figure out? "What did she say?"

"Well," House smirked, playing coy, "she wanted to tell me the results of the ultra sound." He let his fingers spread out and pushed one of his hands slowly into the back pocket of Wilson's pants. Wilson pushed back, grabbed House's biceps.

"House, what did she say?"

"I didn't say she told me..."

"But she did," Wilson pushed back a little further, letting House's forearms press into the handle bar on the stove. "What is it?"

"Female."

"A girl? We're having a girl?"

"Nope." House shook his head, still grinning.

"House, I may just be a lowly oncologist, but I don't think there's any such thing as a female boy."

"We're not having a girl, Wilson." He bent his head to kiss Wilson slowly, let what he said sink in.

"Wait a minute!" Wilson cut the kiss off as soon as his brain processed the information. "We're not having a girl? You mean...we're having girls? Plural?"

"Yup," House nodded, dipped for another kiss. He groaned when Wilson pushed him away. "I'm trying to celebrate here."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. House, are we having twins?"

"Yes, damn it. Now will you shut up and let me kiss you?"

Wilson sighed and bent his head back, let his partner open his mouth with a deft tongue. Twins.