Chapter Thirteen

Wilson waited at the table that he chose, patiently, for Julie. He scanned the room seeing all of the happy couples eating their dinner. Not only did nothing look appetizing to him, but he was saddened that he knew his marriage was failing. Trying to relocate the love they shared from the start, Wilson grew more and more saddened.

"Hi," a voice came from behind Wilson.

Wilson turned around and stood up. Julie. "Hi." Wilson knew this was going to be uncomfortable but not this much.

"Sit down," Julie told him.

They both sat at the table and Wilson cleared his throat. Julie could tell he was nervous so she tried to break the ice. Even thought it was hard having to break the ice with her husband.

"I heard they have great salmon here," she began.

Just the sound of her saying that made his stomach turn. He prayed that he wasn't going to be sick tonight. Not in front of Julie. In a strange sort of way he didn't want her to see him vulnerable. That's why he was worried about their relationship. He didn't know how honest he could be with her.

Looking at the menu, virtually nothing looked good to him. He hoped that it wouldn't hinder their dinner the fact that he was again fighting nausea. "Is that what you are getting?" he asked.

"Probably," she replied. "James, how have you been? I don't get to see you as much anymore with all the hours you have been putting in."

Here we go. "I've been fine. Look, Julie, I know I haven't been around as much lately but….it really doesn't seem like you are happy anymore and I don't know how to approach you about it."

The waiter came to their table and took their order. Wilson saw absolutely nothing that he wanted, so he ordered a salad. House is going to kill me for this, he thought.

"By the way, how is Greg doing?" she said, trying to make small talk.

"He's been better. He just hasn't been himself lately." Wilson also tried making small talk but this was definitely uncomfortable. After a few more tries at the weather, the waiter brought their food.

The waiter first placed Wilson's plate in front of him. But as soon as they set down Julie's, Wilson began feeling nauseous again. He tried to focus on the salad. He took a few bites and had more of the wine.

The two sat and ate while they made more small talk. The more they talked and the more they ate, Wilson began feeling worse.

"Julie, I'm sorry but could you excuse me for a minute?" Wilson asked.

"Of course….are you all right?" Julie asked, looking at him with concern.

Wilson just nodded his head and walked towards the bathroom. He went inside and held the sink, putting his head down. Sweat started pouring off his head as he tightened his grip. Color left his face as nausea quickly overtook him. He stumbled over to the stall and began vomiting. Great, House is going to have a field day with this one. 'There you go, Sherlock, order the salad,' he'd say. Wilson spent another couple of minutes sitting on the floor, trying to compose himself. He stood up and rinsed off his face in the sink, looking in the mirror. Seeing his reflection, he knew he wasn't okay. He wished that he knew what was going on with his stomach these last few days. Has to be stress, he thought. I'm sure getting plenty of that.

Walking back to the table, he hoped that Julie didn't try to ask why he was gone so long.

"James," she started, standing up.

"Please," he motioned for her to sit back down.

"I know it's been hard," she said softly as she looked in his eyes.

"I miss you. I miss the old times. I want for things to be the same again," Wilson said to her.

"I…." As she tried finishing her thought, her eyes began to fill with tears.

"Julie," Wilson started, pulling his hand from his lap to hold her hand.

"James, I'm sorry…there's really no easy way to tell you. There's someone else," she replied.

Wilson slowly released his hand from her hand. "Whhat did you just say?" Wilson was hoping that he misheard her.

Julie began crying. "There's been someone else James for months. I know this is hard for you….I mean, it's hard for me too…."

Everything after the 'there's someone else' was just really blurring together. Wilson sat back in his char and just stared at Julie. The events throughout the years of their marriage started pouring back to him.

"How….how could you…after all we…." Wilson was finding it very difficult to piece his words together. "I mean, I know we've had our problems…..but….Julie, we are still married!"

Julie was now sobbing. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

"You didn't think this was going to hurt me? How…" Wilson started as his stomach was getting even more knotted. "I just don't understand."

The waiter came to the table and brought the check. Wilson handed him his credit card and wanted to get out of there as fast as he could.

"I really am sorry James. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way." Julie just didn't look the same to him anymore. The woman he loved just tore his heart into pieces.

Wilson just nodded his head. When the waiter brought back his card, he signed the receiptand stood up. "Is there anything else you want to tell me, Julie?" he asked sadly.

"James," she started, sobbing, burying her head into her hands.

It was very hard for Wilson not to reach over and embrace her to comfort her. But things were not the same right now.

"James," she began again, "I'm pregnant."

It was like the floor dropped from under his feet. They had barely spoken in the last few months, so he knew what it meant. So many words sitting at the bottom of his tongue, but nothing was coming out. He couldn't cry. He couldn't talk.

They sat in silence. Julie stood up and said, "James…please, please know that I never meant to hurt you." She then turned around and walked away.

It took about an hour for Wilson to even be able to stand up. He was still having stomach pain but it was nothing in comparison to the emotional pain he felt right now. When he did stand up he felt lightheaded. He didn't know if it was the sickness or the blow of finding out your wife is having an affair and was pregnant. He managed to get to his car and open the door. Sitting inside he held his stomach and put his head on the steering wheel. Why, Julie?

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