Disclaimer: I don't own the characters...for some reason I still feel the need to put this at the beginning of every story to save my own butt. Lol.
A/N: It's been so long since I wrote any fanfiction...probably around a year, maybe a year and a half. I've kind of missed it, lol. I was browsing through my stories, since I have quite a few unfinished ones, and decided to start with this one. I really did have quite a few ideas with this one when I first started, so let's see if I can remember them...and if my writing's improved at all. Anyways. Please R&R if you could, it's appreciated! My breaks will be househousehouse.
The idea of having a baby was something Gregory House couldn't fathom. He could hardly tolerate them in the clinic, let alone at his own discretion, in his own home. He needed his beauty sleep, and from what he'd been told, babies were kind of the antithesis to beauty sleep.
"No? That's all you can say is 'no.'?" Wilson asked incredulously.
"Yeah. I'm famous for my one liners." He said with a smirk on his face. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week."
"It's not funny! You always think everything is so damn funny but sometimes it's not!" Wilson sat up in bed and glared at him a little. "Sometimes it's not."
House sighed. "It's not like I'm saying no just to say it and burst your bubble, James...I'm saying no because it's genuinely a bad idea." He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Think about it. The screaming, the crying, the poopy diapers, the astronomical fees in clothes and food and schooling and toys and lessons and whatever else the little brat would need...for 18 years, or more."
"We're doctors. We make pretty damn good salaries, if you didn't notice. Poor people are out there having multiple kids and not worrying about the cost, so don't pull that one on me." Wilson said.
"Okay...then how about, where would we put the thing? We live in an apartment with two square feet of space between the two of us. Not exactly conducive to the kind of life I know you would want our beloved little poop machine to grow up with. There's another reason for you," House spat out.
"I've been saving up money for years to make an offer on a house...you know that. I've always wanted a house of my own...of our own, especially after I lived in that hotel room. We could get a nice little house, more than big enough for three people. I know you want out of this apartment life, too, Greg...we're old enough to own a home." Wilson said.
"Okay so you've got that figured out. We buy shit for a baby and we buy a new home." He sighed. "How about the fact that I would be the worst father to ever walk the face of the earth? Or that men, let alone two men, can't have babies together? I know it's been a while since med school, Jimmy, but anatomy truly hasn't changed much." House let his hand rest on the back of Wilson's neck. "I want you to be happy. But I can't see this working." He said quietly.
Wilson stiffened and turned away from him. "I didn't just want a baby for me, you know. I thought it would solidify our relationship together. We can't get married...at least not here, but if we find a surrogate to have our baby, then we can have it. An actual family instead of just the two of us." He stared at the wall, then turned and grabbed House's hands with his own. "Please think about it. Just promise that you'll give it actual thought instead of just saying no because you're scared."
"You really want this, don't you?" He asked Wilson, and House was met with an eager nod. "James, we...God. Fine, I will think about it. But I'm probably not gonna change my mind." House eased himself out of bed and walked into their bathroom before shutting the door.
House turned the hot water on and let it warm up a bit before disrobing and stepping in. The water pressure was intense and it pounded into his back as he let it soak into his pores. Babies cry, he thought. They scream and they kick and they poop and they demand to be held, changed, fed, and cared for. They were a responsibility he couldn't see himself handling well. And they only got worse as they got older.
It wasn't that he didn't love Wilson and didn't want to make a family and a life with him. He did, that was why he'd chosen to be with him in the first place. A life together was something he needed with him. And, he thought, let's be completely honest with himself. It wasn't that he wouldn't love a baby. He would. But it was the idea that he would care about and love a baby too much to damage one by making it grow up with him. He was broken. Broken people couldn't raise babies too well.
On the other side of the door, Wilson was changing into a white t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, wondering what House was thinking. It probably wasn't anything good, as it so rarely was, but he hoped maybe he was considering the good things that would come out of their having children, instead of just the negative ones. He laid back on the bed and switched the TV back on, prying the top off of a beer and taking a long pull off of it.
By the time House's shower was over and he was changed into his own pajamas, Wilson's beer was gone and he was fast asleep. Instead of waking him up, House crawled into the bed next to him silently and drifted off to sleep.
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So, it hadn't exactly gone over as planned, Wilson thought the next morning as he was making a huge stack of honey wheat pancakes. In a perfect world, the one he wanted to live in, House would've immediately fallen in love with the idea, and insisted (while weeping, of course,) that they start researching how to find a surrogate mother immediately. And then insisting that they pour over real estate ads to find the perfect house for their soon to be son or daughter.
Wilson actually chuckled out loud at the thought of that. "Breakfast is ready." He yelled down the hall, setting the two plates of pancakes at their separate places at the table.
As much as their lives had changed, living together and being in an actual romantic relationship, they still had their routine, the same ones they'd had before they were together. Only now, the two were meshed together. Wilson knew House wasn't a morning person, so he made sure to have lots of coffee ready for when he stumbled out of bed. House knew Wilson needed to read the sports page while he ate (as if he was actually a sports fan...) so that page was always quickly handed over after he picked up the paper.
House stumbled into the dining room and nodded curtly at Wilson. "Morning," he grouched out before downing half a mug of coffee and sitting down. He dove into the pile of pancakes on his plate. "You do make good pancakes."
Silence ensued, save for the clinking of silverware and the thunk of mugs being set back on the table. Ten minutes later, Wilson cleared his throat. "Have you given anymore thought to having a baby?"
House slammed his silverware down, not fully out of his early morning funk. He took a deep breath. "James. I thought about it a lot last night...I'm still not entirely sure. And I still don't get why you want this so badly. We'll figure it out later."
Wilson sighed. "How about this? We either at least start the beginning processes of getting a baby, such as looking into the surrogacy process and talking to a counselor of some sort about making the step to having a child, or we just stop having a relationship at all. Because there's no point to it without having kids."
House glared at him. "Yeah, it's not like there's thousands of childless couples across the entire country leading perfectly happy lives together, James! Give me a break. No point if we don't have a kid? That's bull and you know it, it's just something you're trying to use to get me to agree with you."
"There is no point for me, Greg! I've always wanted kids, always wanted that American dream. My dream includes you now, but I still want kids." Wilson said meekly. "I've just always wanted to be a father and I want to share that with you. So my offer stands."
House let a groan escape him. He hated ultimatums, but he loved James. "I guess I'll let you know by end of work today if we're still in a relationship or not." He got up from the table and went to get dressed.
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A/N: So what do you think? I'm pretty satisfied...things are getting a little tense :/ lol. R&R!