PART 7

House walked into work in a daze. He had left Cameron sleeping in bed and for some reason, it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. She needed him, he wanted to help her. He also needed to talk to Wilson. They were in a pickle and would need to figure out what to do. But for now, he savored the moment, the afterglow of their love making and the realization that he was going to be a father. He liked kids, until they could talk back to you. Then they turned into little bastards. No, he wasn't sure how he felt at all about this, but he knew one thing; he wouldn't run.

House knew Wilson had and early morning meeting so he bided his time. At eleven o'clock he went to go and find him. "Wilson, we need to talk." His eyes were dead serious and it caused Wilson to feel a shiver of apprehension. Something was wrong.

They walked back to Wilson's office in silence. It was the more private of the two and it also had real walls. Jim seated himself behind his desk and House sat on the window seal.

"What's up, Greg?"

"It's Allison."

"What? Is she ok? What's the matter." Wilson was just about jumping out of his seat.

House sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "She's pregnant."

"WHAT?"

"Pregnant. You know, with child, knocked up, in trouble. Pregnant." He started to pace the small office.

"Oh my God. How far along? She told you?" House saw the hurt in his eyes and heard it in his voice. The thought that Allie went to House alone was killing him.

"I don't know. I figured it out. She said she just found out last night."

"How. I didn't see anything different; she seemed fine."

"Jim, you only see what you want to see. That is your problem."

"No I don't..."

"Did you notice the mood swings?"

"No,"

"What about the fact that she had only had one slice of pizza all day and that made her green," Wilson shook his head. "How about the fact that she's starting to show?"

"What? You're making that up. She looks the same to me."

"She doesn't FEEL the same," House said, staring out into the grey sky.

"Wha... what are we going to do?" James asked out loud. "How is she taking this? I mean, is she ok?"

"Yeah, great. As great as you can be when you're knocked up and don't know who the father is or if he's going to leave."

"Are you House? Are you going to leave?" Greg stared at the younger man, rage obvious in his eyes. Wilson was actually taken back, he had never seen House like that before.

"No," His voice was cold and deadly as he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Jim could be such an ass. He had no faith in House at all. Then again who could blame him, Greg was good at running away to hide in his scotch and Vicodin. But not this time. He had only made it five feet from Jim's door before he turned around and opened it back up.

"I'm going to marry her." and with that he walked out, leaving Jim slack jawed and confused.

It took about another hour for Wilson to collect himself and cancel all remaining appointments for the day. He found House walking out of his office to take his lunch break. Greg just looked at him and kept on walking.

"House, you can't be serious," House just kept on walking. "Greg, you have never been married, you don't know what it is like."

"Jealous?"

"No. Maybe... What does that have to do with anything. You are not marriage material."

House stopped dead in his tracks, "And you are? How many are you on now? Oh yeah right - Three... divorces," He began to walk again.

"House that was low, even for you." He could hear the hurt in Wilson's voice and stopped walking again.

"Yeah, right, sorry." He motioned Wilson to follow him into an empty room and continued, "One of us needs to step up to the plate here. Everyone already thinks she and I are involved. There will be less talk if it were me."

"You think? House, no one would ever believe you loved someone enough to marry them, let alone to someone you work with." Wilson told him. House had to agree with him, but he was not going to change his mind.

"We can work this out. It's for Allison, for show. God Wilson, this is so fucked up. I love you both, but the law only allows two of us to get married and well, it has to be two of the opposite sex." A slow smile spread across Wilson's face. He had been involved with House for over eight years and never, never had he ever said the word love. "Oh shut up."

"I didn't say anything." Wilson replied, still smiling.

"You didn't have to. I see it in your eyes. You're going to get all girly on me. I can't deal with it, not now."

"I will marry her,"

"NO!" House told him as he left the room to walk down the hall again.

"Has it ever occurred to you that she may not want to get married?"

"Yes,"

"But you are still going to ask,"

"Yes,"

"What if she says no?" Wilson asked. He got the casual shrug of shoulders as response, but there was nothing casual about House at this moment. They were in the parking garage now; Wilson still following closely. "Greg,"

House took a deep breath and said, "What?"

"Let me be involved in this. Please, I couldn't stand it if you two shut me out. I don't know if I want this, but what ever is best for Allie, that is what matters. I just don't want to be pushed aside and forgotten."

House regarded him with his blue eyes, burning him, seeing right to his very soul. "That will never happen Jim, never. You are involved in this as much as I am. We will make this work, no matter what. Just the three of us, who gives a fuck what other people think? Now get in the damn car before someone sees us and ruins my reputation as being a cold heartless prick."