Three weeks later..
"OH. MY. GOD."
Wilson rubbed his face, irritated and slightly annoyed, having to have the same argument he had not too long ago.
"Don't. Listen to me, we had sex, again, unprotected at least three weeks ago."
"And why is that relevant?"
Cuddy wasn't listening to him. She was just thinking about what she should do.
"I don't know yet." She alisema curtly.
"Let me know when wewe do."
"He is becoming less and less of himself the longer he's with me."
"And that's bad because...?"
"It changes his way of thinking. His decisions. His actions. I don't want that to be because of me."
"You don't want the blame on you, wewe mean?"
"No. I don't want him undergoing certain circumstances because of me. I don't want him having to deal with any consequences."
"Good luck with that. It's hard to believe but he's unconditionally, irrevocably in upendo with you."
"No, he's not. It's House."
"That's why I said--"
"Look. He loves me, I get it but--"
"Except wewe don't know just how much he does!"
"How much then? What is he prepared for? How do I know this is even going anywhere?"
"Why all the sudden doubt? You're accusing him of everything possible right now. What's going on?"
"Nothing," and she stormed out of his office.
Wilson just stared at the slammed door, taken aback and curious. What was up with her? Was she menstruating? She has to be..With these kinds of hormones going off...
---
"Is Cuddy on her period?"
Wilson had burst into House's office.
"Why don't wewe ask her?"
"Invading personal privacy."
"Even if wewe aren't directly asking her, you're still invading her personal privacy. I like it."
"Is she?"
"She's hormonal but no, she had hers..About three weeks ago."
"Oh. No patient?"
"Just clinic duty today.."
"That's--"
Wilson just looked at him and then walked out, confused and in distress.
---
"You just gave him clinic duty?"
"He's going to kill someone else if I didn't."
"He's fine."
"He's changing."
"He's upendo struck."
"He killed someone from a cold."
"Overdose on vicodin."
Cuddy's mouth dropped.
"You did not just play the narcotics card."
"I'm not. He easily could've overdosed too much and it made him stoned and he didn't realize what he was doing."
Cuddy had nothing to say. Almost every time Wilson played this, she never did.
"Are wewe menstruating?"
Cuddy just walked out, before Wilson could even react.
---
Wilson and House were in line for lunch as usual, House let Wilson pay and they sat down in their normal booth.
"Not paying wewe back."
"Wasn't expecting wewe to."
They took bites into their food. Wilson tried bringing up the subject of why his patient had died. House however, tried avoiding it.
"So a cold?"
"Thought we established that already."
"We did. I just want to know what wewe did."
House didn't put up a fight and just told him everything that went down. kwa the time Wilson was finished eating, House finished his story.
"Wonder how wewe could've made an error like that."
"Unconscious slip. That's all." House got up and threw away the things on his tray then alisema before leaving,
"We have our days."
Wilson just stared at him in a curious way with his eyebrows in a questioned look and his eyes in a shocked look. The way he was acting, his retorts, responses, were they real? Was this House? He had to find Cuddy. So he threw out his garbage and went straight for the clinic.
---
Wilson entered her office but it was empty. He heard the doors close behind him as he stared blankly at the empty chair before him. He walked over to the desk, looking for a sign of her keys and purse. And they were there. But so was something else. There was a paper bag on its side laying on the floor. Inside was an empty and small white box. Wilson grabbed it and took a closer look. He held the white box in one hand and the brown paper back in the other. The dakika he read the white box, he dropped the paper bag on the floor and said,
"Oh my God."
He stared at it for a few sekunde knowing exactly what it was. Then suddenly, Cuddy walked in, holding an item in her right hand, hiding it from everyone. When she saw Wilson holding the box her mouth dropped along with the white item which fell slowly to the floor.
"Why didn't wewe tell me?" His voice was sincere, caring with a sense of worry.
"I'm supposed to tell wewe everything?"
"Things that pertain to things like this yeah."
She picked up the item from the floor and walked over to him.
"I was. wewe were supposed to be the first."
She gave it to him and he read it aloud,
"Positive," and he heaved a sigh. She landed on the kitanda propping her head on her hand upon the armrest. Then Wilson gave an alarmed face.
"ME? I think besides the mother the FATHER should be at least sekunde in line to know."
"Not if the mother doesn't want the father to know because--"
"NO. Nononononono, no, no, no. No. No. I am not allowing this. Why?"
"I've been pregnant a mwezi and he failed to notice? Doesn't that seem a little wrong to you? The first person who SHOULD'VE known was him! Unprotected sex he should have noticed. Pregnancy, he would've a mile away. But he didn't."
Wilson walked over to the kitanda and sat down inayofuata to her.
"Cuddy, listen to me okay? wewe cannot, cannot break up with him. No. No. No!"
"Give me one good reason not to."
Wilson began giving weird hand gestures toward her stomach, trying to point out the baby.
"He doesn't have to know."
"He deserves to know."
"It would be unnecessary."
"It is necessary."
"How do we even know he'd commit to this?"
"Believe wewe me, he's been planning to commit to a few things that's for sure."
"I don't know. I feel so guilty though. wewe have no idea how much he cares. It kills."
"So don't break things off!"
"I, HAVE, TO."
"What about the baby?"
"Abortion."
"Now he's got wewe talking crazy! wewe would never, ever, kill a baby. wewe would sacrifice anything for one."
"Then I'll raise it myself. I'm doing fine with Rachel."
"Cuddy, he needs, to, know."
She was already in tears. There was brief sniffles, but tears fell the hardest. So Wilson held her hand and gave it a tight squeeze before getting up ready to leave. He opened the door halfway and held on to it as he uttered his last words to Cuddy.
"Cuddy, wewe already have one child without a father. I implore you, don't make it two."
Cuddy just stared at him as he gave a look of worry before leaving Cuddy to be. And as he walked out of the clinic he alisema under his breath,
"Last one of the siku for confession sessions with Rabbi Wilson."
---
As Wilson wandered back to his office, he took a quick glance at House. He was staring at a picture of Cuddy and Rachel that he had stolen from her house. He was laughing and smiling at the two. Then, somewhere deep down, Wilson felt a ngumi, punch in his gut. It hurt to see his friend isolated from the truth. It hurt to know that the cold hard truth that would hit him soon enough, would hit him fiercely, and he would have no knowledge of it.
"OH. MY. GOD."
Wilson rubbed his face, irritated and slightly annoyed, having to have the same argument he had not too long ago.
"Don't. Listen to me, we had sex, again, unprotected at least three weeks ago."
"And why is that relevant?"
Cuddy wasn't listening to him. She was just thinking about what she should do.
"I don't know yet." She alisema curtly.
"Let me know when wewe do."
"He is becoming less and less of himself the longer he's with me."
"And that's bad because...?"
"It changes his way of thinking. His decisions. His actions. I don't want that to be because of me."
"You don't want the blame on you, wewe mean?"
"No. I don't want him undergoing certain circumstances because of me. I don't want him having to deal with any consequences."
"Good luck with that. It's hard to believe but he's unconditionally, irrevocably in upendo with you."
"No, he's not. It's House."
"That's why I said--"
"Look. He loves me, I get it but--"
"Except wewe don't know just how much he does!"
"How much then? What is he prepared for? How do I know this is even going anywhere?"
"Why all the sudden doubt? You're accusing him of everything possible right now. What's going on?"
"Nothing," and she stormed out of his office.
Wilson just stared at the slammed door, taken aback and curious. What was up with her? Was she menstruating? She has to be..With these kinds of hormones going off...
---
"Is Cuddy on her period?"
Wilson had burst into House's office.
"Why don't wewe ask her?"
"Invading personal privacy."
"Even if wewe aren't directly asking her, you're still invading her personal privacy. I like it."
"Is she?"
"She's hormonal but no, she had hers..About three weeks ago."
"Oh. No patient?"
"Just clinic duty today.."
"That's--"
Wilson just looked at him and then walked out, confused and in distress.
---
"You just gave him clinic duty?"
"He's going to kill someone else if I didn't."
"He's fine."
"He's changing."
"He's upendo struck."
"He killed someone from a cold."
"Overdose on vicodin."
Cuddy's mouth dropped.
"You did not just play the narcotics card."
"I'm not. He easily could've overdosed too much and it made him stoned and he didn't realize what he was doing."
Cuddy had nothing to say. Almost every time Wilson played this, she never did.
"Are wewe menstruating?"
Cuddy just walked out, before Wilson could even react.
---
Wilson and House were in line for lunch as usual, House let Wilson pay and they sat down in their normal booth.
"Not paying wewe back."
"Wasn't expecting wewe to."
They took bites into their food. Wilson tried bringing up the subject of why his patient had died. House however, tried avoiding it.
"So a cold?"
"Thought we established that already."
"We did. I just want to know what wewe did."
House didn't put up a fight and just told him everything that went down. kwa the time Wilson was finished eating, House finished his story.
"Wonder how wewe could've made an error like that."
"Unconscious slip. That's all." House got up and threw away the things on his tray then alisema before leaving,
"We have our days."
Wilson just stared at him in a curious way with his eyebrows in a questioned look and his eyes in a shocked look. The way he was acting, his retorts, responses, were they real? Was this House? He had to find Cuddy. So he threw out his garbage and went straight for the clinic.
---
Wilson entered her office but it was empty. He heard the doors close behind him as he stared blankly at the empty chair before him. He walked over to the desk, looking for a sign of her keys and purse. And they were there. But so was something else. There was a paper bag on its side laying on the floor. Inside was an empty and small white box. Wilson grabbed it and took a closer look. He held the white box in one hand and the brown paper back in the other. The dakika he read the white box, he dropped the paper bag on the floor and said,
"Oh my God."
He stared at it for a few sekunde knowing exactly what it was. Then suddenly, Cuddy walked in, holding an item in her right hand, hiding it from everyone. When she saw Wilson holding the box her mouth dropped along with the white item which fell slowly to the floor.
"Why didn't wewe tell me?" His voice was sincere, caring with a sense of worry.
"I'm supposed to tell wewe everything?"
"Things that pertain to things like this yeah."
She picked up the item from the floor and walked over to him.
"I was. wewe were supposed to be the first."
She gave it to him and he read it aloud,
"Positive," and he heaved a sigh. She landed on the kitanda propping her head on her hand upon the armrest. Then Wilson gave an alarmed face.
"ME? I think besides the mother the FATHER should be at least sekunde in line to know."
"Not if the mother doesn't want the father to know because--"
"NO. Nononononono, no, no, no. No. No. I am not allowing this. Why?"
"I've been pregnant a mwezi and he failed to notice? Doesn't that seem a little wrong to you? The first person who SHOULD'VE known was him! Unprotected sex he should have noticed. Pregnancy, he would've a mile away. But he didn't."
Wilson walked over to the kitanda and sat down inayofuata to her.
"Cuddy, listen to me okay? wewe cannot, cannot break up with him. No. No. No!"
"Give me one good reason not to."
Wilson began giving weird hand gestures toward her stomach, trying to point out the baby.
"He doesn't have to know."
"He deserves to know."
"It would be unnecessary."
"It is necessary."
"How do we even know he'd commit to this?"
"Believe wewe me, he's been planning to commit to a few things that's for sure."
"I don't know. I feel so guilty though. wewe have no idea how much he cares. It kills."
"So don't break things off!"
"I, HAVE, TO."
"What about the baby?"
"Abortion."
"Now he's got wewe talking crazy! wewe would never, ever, kill a baby. wewe would sacrifice anything for one."
"Then I'll raise it myself. I'm doing fine with Rachel."
"Cuddy, he needs, to, know."
She was already in tears. There was brief sniffles, but tears fell the hardest. So Wilson held her hand and gave it a tight squeeze before getting up ready to leave. He opened the door halfway and held on to it as he uttered his last words to Cuddy.
"Cuddy, wewe already have one child without a father. I implore you, don't make it two."
Cuddy just stared at him as he gave a look of worry before leaving Cuddy to be. And as he walked out of the clinic he alisema under his breath,
"Last one of the siku for confession sessions with Rabbi Wilson."
---
As Wilson wandered back to his office, he took a quick glance at House. He was staring at a picture of Cuddy and Rachel that he had stolen from her house. He was laughing and smiling at the two. Then, somewhere deep down, Wilson felt a ngumi, punch in his gut. It hurt to see his friend isolated from the truth. It hurt to know that the cold hard truth that would hit him soon enough, would hit him fiercely, and he would have no knowledge of it.
She actually had the emo picture as part of it too.
Hope wewe like it!!!!
Love can bring us together
And it can also tear us apart
To make sure that wewe stay with me
I'm literally giving wewe my heart.
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