House tried to calm himself with a relaxing bath.
Wilson had called Cuddy, begging and pleading her to give them a little time off. He didn't confess to the dramatic news that had been dropped on his and House's shoulders, but he didn't have to, because Cuddy finally gave in. Wilson wandered into the bathroom, standing by the doorway, leaning on it, covering his face with his hands. "I-I could have mixed up the blood. Or, it could be some weird malfunction. Or it could be-"
"Shut up James." House gave Wilson a glare, and then looked away, sinking lower into Wilson's tub. "Are you sure that you're even ok with this?"
House looked back over at Wilson. He shrugged slightly, and then closed his eyes once more, letting the warm water swish around him. "I'm not sure. It's never been a dream of mine to have a child. Nor has it ever been a dream for me to have it."
Wilson watched as House repositioned his hand on his stomach. He smiled warmly, knowing that House might actually like the idea of having a child. "If it isn't, then why you feeling your belly?" House shot a glare at Wilson, before he stopped, keeping his hand resting on his stomach.
"Shut up." He chuckled. Wilson smiled wider.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
House watched as Wilson slept soundly. He toyed around his hair, watching as his face scrunched up, then relaxed. House sighed as he looked back up at the ceiling.
"Why did I ever bottom? How come you never got pregnant?"
House wasn't expecting an answer; he just wanted to talk to himself out loud. In Wilson's presence. "How come this happened to me? How could it even happen to me? Am I really fertile or whatever? I just want answers." House's eyes wandered back to Wilson sleeping.
"I don't mean to sound like I don't enjoy the idea. Just why me? Why couldn't we have just adopted a child… why do I have to go threw the birthing process?" House gently slid his hand over Wilson's forehead. He watched as Wilson mumbled something in his sleep, his face scrunching up again. House shushed him, running his hand down Wilson's cheek, and watched at Wilson's face relaxed. House smiled.
"Then again. Why should it be you? What have you done wrong?" Wilson's mouth popped open and formed a little 'o' as drool came dripping out his mouth. "Me myself kind of deserve this. I've done many things wrong. It's about time they catch up with me."
Wilson snuggled up closer to House's chest automatically, gently gripping onto House's shirt.
"I needed something painful happen to me." House fiddled around with Wilson's hair some more. Keeping his eyes held low, his smile still plastered on his face. "Just think. I could have never gotten you. Or you could have walked out on me." House gently kissed Wilson on his forehead, and snuggled him closer, feeling Wilson's feet brush up against his own. His body heat radiating off of him, making him feel safe. "But you didn't. You're still here, by my side."
House no longer cared if Wilson was awake or not. He didn't feel like a complete moron talking out loud to himself.
"And I'm having your child."
House watched as Wilson's mouth closed, and heard a loud swallow. He watched as Wilson's eyes began to open slightly, slowly peeling his eyelids open. His dark brown eyes came into view, meeting his own eyes. "Morning." House whispered quietly, kissing Wilson's forehead once more. Wilson mumbled something, before letting his eyes close once more. "ornin'." House held his smile as he tugged at Wilson's shoulder.
Cuddy looked up from her phone call to see Wilson walking in. "Uh-huh. Yeah-" Cuddy held up her finger up to Wilson, thus telling him to wait. "Yeah. Of course. So I'll be seeing you tomorrow, around 10 o'clock? That sound good to you? Great! Ok! I'll see you tomorrow! Yeah, buh-bye." Cuddy hung up the phone, and looked up at Wilson.
"I gave you two the days off, what else do you want from me?" She kidded. Wilson swallowed loudly, be for wringing his hands, and stepping forward. "You have to promise that you'll understand. You have to promise that you won't laugh, and think I'm a humongous liar. You have to promise." Cuddy raised her eyebrows in shock.
"Damn! What'd House do now?"
Wilson couldn't help but blush slightly, before giving a weak smile.
"He's pregnant Cuddy."
A huge smile plastered over Cuddy's face. "I never promised anything, so what I have to add is: What have you been drinking lately?" She chuckled, standing up. "I'm dead serious Cuddy. Greg is pregnant, and we found out last night."
Cuddy kept his eyebrows raised, her smile changed to a devilish smirk. "I've known the whole time Wilson." Wilson's face instantaneously turned to shock. His eyebrows rose off his head, and his hands flailed around. "But Greg is a MAN! How could that not confuse you?" He squeaked. Cuddy shrugged, walking over.
"House did once have a patient with a baby in him. I've heard of weirder things. It was bound to happen with all the banging you guys do every night." Wilson's face turned bright red at the remark. "We don't 'bang' each other that often. Also: he didn't want me to tell you. I just snuck off right now while he's sleeping. Can you not talk about it to him?"
Cuddy's lips that were smothered in bright red lipstick became a thin line in though. He brow settled on her face, and he placed her hand on her hip. She looked away, then looked back over at Wilson, who—she just noticed this now—seemed to have a small amount of dried up barf on his pant leg. She couldn't help but smirk at the idea of House having to go threw such pain as to giving birth to a child. Having a little baby boy or girl running around and bothering him when they're older.
Very cute in a way.
But she also noticed the small hint of worry in Wilson's eyes. Wilson never truly wanted to ever have children, and once of the few reasons he even got together with House, was so none of these 'unexpected pregnancy' things would ever happen. But somehow, someway, Mother Nature, or God, or whatever laws of nature were broken for him and House, for some reason unknown to any living soul. Cuddy sighed auditable, before looking over at Wilson with her gray eyes.
"Fine. If it matters so much to you."
A smile spread over Wilson's face, but Cuddy could still see the hint of confusion and the mood of scared in Wilson's eyes. Only hints of them though. Wilson was probably really excited to move to the next level with House. 'Hell, they're catching up with me and Lucas.'
Wilson thanked Cuddy once more, and left the office.
Wilson gently ran his hand onto House's cheek, and kissed his forehead. He pulled his head back, and looked down at House, who was breathing in and out quietly, sleeping soundly. He smiled, his eyelids held low.
Then when House grabbed his head, and pulled him into a hard fast kiss, he was shocked. When House unlocked his lips with Wilson's, Wilson's face was held with a huge blush, and shock. "I-I thought you were asleep!" House smirked at the astonished Wilson before him. "Oh shut up. You know when I'm truly asleep or not." House chuckled.
Wilson moved, as House sat up, scratching his head.
His blue eyes looked over as he watched Wilson head towards the kitchen. "You went out with barf on your pants?"
Wilson looked down from grabbing the carton of orange juice, and noticed the small blotch on his right thigh. "Aw fuck, really?" He shouted out loud. He set down the carton, and the glass, and grabbed his pants. "I want out in public with this!" House smiled.
Wilson was always worrying about his looks. How clean he looked, if there was anything on his face, if his hair was combed correctly. Making sure his clothing was as clean as possible, looking his best for all he would meet in the following day. Wilson wouldn't have to get all dressed up for House. House didn't care how ok Wilson looked; he just cared if his eyes still shone with the love that he craved. His lips still smiled the smile that melted at his heart… Wilson was fine no matter how much crust had developed near his eyes, no matter how much he screamed or shouted… Wilson was his, and only his own.
Once House broke out of his daydream, he saw Wilson standing in the kitchen putting his glass in the sink. "Have you been feeling any better?" House shook his head. "No. I only feel really bad in the morning. Guess that's why it's called 'morning sickness'." House chuckled.
Wilson nodded, turning around, and heading for the couch. Wilson had unbuttoned his shirt, and his tie dangled on both sides of his chest. He was pantless (probably from worrying about the stain) wearing a pair of bright white boxers with a bright red heart on the front crotch area.
"Probably." Wilson agreed, sitting down next to House. He grabbed House's arm, and flung it around his shoulder, snuggling up close to House's chest. "You know, normally the woman snuggles into the man's chest. Since I'm having the baby, it should be the other way around." Wilson sighed happily, brushing his feet against House's. (Since he knew he loved it so much) "Well whatever. I have to cherish this as long as I can. In a few months, you'll be a big fat balloon."
"Hey!" House said, playfully smacking Wilson's arm.
The two laughed.