CHAPTER TWENTY – SEVEN

Two weeks went by and Debra was in the hospital after having contractions, but she was still three weeks early, which was no problem. Wilson was still trying to convince Debra to have a C-section.

"No, Jim, I can do this!" she said, her voice urgent.

"Debra, you know how dangerous it is," Wilson pleaded with her.

"Yes, I do. I talked with Dr. Truong and I know the risks. I need to do this."

Wilson shook his head because he knew how stubborn she could be; hell, she was just like her cousin. He could only smile to offer any comfort he could to his dying wife and hold her hand.

"Ok, baby. If you think you can do this I'll be here for you, you know that," he whispered, a tear glistening in his eye.

"I'll be fine…it'll be fine. The baby will be fine," she reassured him.

"I know, I know."

She reached her hand to his face and wiped the tear that had fallen from his eye and was trailing down his cheek.

"Hey! Oh my god…he kicked!" she said excitedly.

"Wha'? Where?" he asked.

She pressed down on her swollen stomach then gently took his hand and guided it to her stomach.

"That's his head. I think he thinks it's a wall because he keeps banging his head against it," she said with a laugh.

That's what made Wilson fall in love with Debra in the first place; her strength in adversity and her way of laughing in any situation. He smiled joyfully and they rubbed her stomach for a few seconds until he kicked again.

"There! Did you feel it?!"

If it was possible, his smile spread even wider and his heart burst with joy.

"Yes, yes, I do. Oh, Debra. It's real, he's real," he whispered, barely able to speak.

She nodded her head and wiped away her own tear that had escaped her eye.

Debra pushed her body over and waited impatiently for Wilson to join her in the bed with her.

"Jim, can you promise me something?" she asked as he pressed his body against hers and held her in his arms.

"I know we haven't had time to talk about names, but if it's a boy can we call him Gregory?"

"And what if it is a girl?"

"Then we'll call her Greg-or-i-etta!" she answered very seriously.

His head shot up off the pillow and he glared at her. "No! No way! Absolu…"

Debra started to laugh so hard she had to grab her chest to stop the pain. "I'm joking!"

He sighed in relief. "You can be so mean sometimes," he said then kissed her on her cheek.

"Nah, I'm not mean. Being mean is not telling Greg we're naming it after him. Tell him you have a great uncle Gregory."

"Hun, Gregory is not a Jewish name."

He was about to protest more when he thought deeply about it. Greg had been his best man at his wedding, and they had been friends for almost ten years.

"Okay, fine. But you get to tell him!" Wilson said just as House walked into the room.

"Debra gets to tell me wha…oh, god! NOT in the hospital! It's against…"

"SHUT UP, HOUSE/GREG!" they both shouted at the same time.

The three burst out laughing and when they finally were able to stop House asked them what they really were talking about.

"Nothing, it's a surprise," Debra teased her cousin.

"Surprise…oh, no! Twins?" he asked seriously. "Dr Truong told you your carrying twins?"

Both Wilson and Debra's eye shot open in shock. But the joke was on them.

"Hah, gotcha," he said then again, the three burst out laughing again.

"Actually, I need to borrow your husband for a second," House said.

"Okay, sure, but don't tire him out too much. I hear having sex helps speed along deliv…"

"SHUT UP DEBRA!" both men shouted at the same time as they left her room.

They walked several rooms down the hall until there were in a secluded area.

"Wilson, Dr Truong did tell me a natural delivery more than likely will kill her, and even if she has a C-section it'll put stress on her heart with the drugs."

Wilson shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair then leaned against the wall.

"It doesn't matter. We should never had let it get this far," he muttered, just barely loud enough for House to hear.

"What? You two considered having an abortion?" House asked surprised, causing a few stares from people in the waiting room. Wilson grabbed House by his elbow and led him into the stairwell.

"Yes, she considered having an abortion but I talked her out of it, thankfully. She knew the risks of carrying a baby full term with her heart in the shape it's in. We barely talked for three days."

House leaned against the wall and sighed deeply. "Wilson, I don't want her to die," he said quietly.

"House! I don't want her to die, either! But she wants to do this. We both know she's not going to make it for long after she delivers him. I can't…just can't take this last thing she wants away from her."

Both men sat in silence for several minutes. "Stubborn woman!" House grumbled.

"Hey, she's not a House anymore, she's a Wilson!" he said then laughed, weakly.

"Fine, but she's still stubborn."