068. Positive
Expecting
Wilson sidled into House's office late in the afternoon and gingerly sat down in the chair in front of the desk.
"Well?" he said after a quick glance into the other room.
House looked up from the comic book he was reading. "Positive."
Wilson's jaw dropped. "Positive? Are you sure?"
"No, I deliberately bodged the test. Of course I'm sure. It was positive."
"But…but…how?" Wilson asked in a tone of bewilderment.
House snorted. "The usual way I'd say."
"But…we were so careful," Wilson said as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.
"Well, it only takes one mistake," House said philosophically as he turned a page of his comic.
"What are we going to do?" Wilson asked urgently.
"What can we do?" House replied, seemingly unconcerned.
"Well, we have to make some kind of decision."
"There's not much we can do now," House said with exasperation. "What's done is done."
"What are we going to tell your parents?" Wilson said grimly. "And mine?"
House winced. "Can we just not tell them?"
"We can't hide it," Wilson objected.
"Why not?" House said with a scowl.
"Because…we can't," Wilson replied. "Besides…we invited them over for New Year's. It'll be pretty damn obvious by then."
"We'll cancel," House said waving his hand dismissively.
"We can't," Wilson said flatly. "My parents have already organised everything. We have to tell them."
"They're not going to care," House said, his scowl deepening.
"House!" Wilson objected. "After dinner the other week? Of course they're going to care. How accurate was that test anyway?"
"It was accurate. I looked it up," House snapped. "We're testing for hormones and hormones are hormones. They were in the right range."
Wilson grimaced. "I hadn't exactly planned on this happening."
House rolled his eyes. "Well, you should have though about that before."
"She's so little," Wilson said helplessly.
House gave an exasperated sigh. "She's a full-grown cat, no matter how small she is. She obviously snuck out of the apartment at some point and got knocked up by the neighbourhood tom. I told you to get her desexed since she's obviously as big a floozy as you are."
Wilson gave House a flat look. "I am not a floozy."
House glanced up at Wilson, his face full of amusement. "Good point. Not any more anyway. Guess I made an honest man of you."
Wilson rolled her eyes. "I'd believe your grumbling a lot more if I hadn't seen you curled up with her in the mornings."
House muttered under his breath as a faint blush stained his cheeks. "You bought her, she's your cat, you work out what to do with the kittens."