#hous

James Wilson and his wife had been trying to have children for over two years without success. Y/N had done everything that she possibly could to increase their chances of conceiving. She had cut out caffine, changed her diet, started taking supplements, tracked her periods and ovulation. Y/N had even been taking pregnancy tests routinely to see if they would show up positive.

Every negative test seemed to break her heart a little more and having a baby was beginning to feel like an impossible feat.

Wilson was being as supportive as he could and eventually the topic of seeing a specialist came up. Wilson submitted a sample for testing while Y/N had been through multiple imaging tests and blood draws.

Their appointment today was to see what the results of everything had been. Y/N was stressed, but Wilson knew that when they both received a clean bill of health that she would feel much better. They just had to make it through this appointment.

Wilson entered the waiting room of the medical building, quickly spotting his wife in one of the chairs. He made his way over to her, sitting down in the empty chair beside her.

"Hey," He greeted softly.

"Hi," Y/N replied.

"How are you feeling?" Wilson asked.

She huffed, "Terrified," Y/N muttered, her knee bouncing up and down as she tried to calm herself down.

"It's going to be fine," Wilson assured.

"And what if it's not?" Y/N questioned.

"We'll figure it out. There is more than one way to have a baby," Wilson said.

Y/N sighed, taking his hand in her's and intertwining their fingers. He smiled slightly, turning his head and pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Wilson," The nurse called, Y/N stiffened in her seat before the couple quickly stood up. They followed the nurse back down a hallway and into the Doctor's office.

"Have a seat. She'll be right with you," The nurse said, Y/N and Wilson both sat down on the plush chairs in front of the desk.

Wilson looked around the room, inspecting the awards and certificates that lined the walls. He stopped looking around when his eyes finally settled on the model displaying a baby in utero.

That was the first time that Wilson started to feel unsettled, seeing that little plastic fetus on the shelf made his stomach drop. It felt like he had just started to accept that there could possibly be something wrong with either of them that prevented them from having a child.

There was nothing that he wanted more.

The couple became tense as the Doctor made her way into the room, silently making her way over to her desk and sitting down. She set a folder on the desktop and flipped it open, shifting through the paperwork until she found what she was looking for.

"I have some difficult news for you," The Doctor said, looking up at them across the desk.

Y/N felt her eyes begin to gloss over with tears, she gulped nervously, "What did the tests say?" She asked softly.

"Your tests were normal," The Doctor said before her eyes shifted to Wilson, "I'm sorry, Doctor Wilson, but the testing showed that you are infertile," She said.

Wilson stared at the Doctor for a moment as his heart pounded loudly in his ears, "What? What do you mean?" Wilson asked softly.

"Your sperm count is incredibly low and it is highly unlikely that you will ever be able to have children," The Doctor explained.

"It's me? I-I'm the problem?" Wilson asked.

"James-," Y/N started, reaching out for him. He pulled his arm away from her grasp quickly, straightening up in his seat.

"I can't have kids?" Wilson questioned.

"No, I'm sorry," The Doctor said.

"I can't believe this," He mumbled.

"There are many other ways to have children, Doctor Wilson. This doesn't have to keep you from growing your family," The Doctor stated.

"We'll figure it out, honey. It's going to be okay," Y/N assured.

He looked over at her, "I'm sorry," Wilson said softly.

Y/N shook her head quickly, "You don't have anything to be sorry for," She said.

"We can't have kids," Wilson stated.

"We'll find another way," Y/N assured.

....

Wilson sat at a table in the hospital cafeteria, he had a cup of coffee in front of him that was slowly cooling in the small paper cup.

Things had been tense between him and Y/N since they saw the fertility specialist. Wilson felt endlessly guilty for being the reason that Y/N couldn't have children. Wilson was beginning to hate talking about it and shut down whenever the topic of kids was brought up.

He never expected to be the one with the issue and it just felt like a waste of time to keep talking about something that he could never have.

Y/N on the other hand, couldn't get her mind off the topic. She had been doing tons of research into different treatment options and procedures that would allow them to concieve. Every time she brought something new up to him, he could feel himself getting more frustrated. Wilson knew that she wanted this, but his heart wasn't in it anymore.

Y/N could feel him pulling away, but she didn't know why and it seemed to make her double down on finding another treatment option even harder.

It had been almost 8 months since they had seen the fertility specialist. Y/N had been through three unsuccessful rounds of inseminations with sperm donors and they were now beginning to pursue IVF. Wilson assisted Y/N in picking donors and had been giving her the injectable fertility medications she had been prescribed, but other than that she had been alone in her treatments.

Every negative test seemed to devastate her more than the last and Wilson hated it.

Wilson looked up as House sat in the booth across from him, "What's wrong with you?" House asked.

Wilson sighed, "I'm really not in the mood for this right now, House," He replied.

"Why not?" House questioned.

Wilson's phone began to ring on the table, he looked over at it and saw that it was Y/N. House watched him as he declined the call, "Trouble in paradise?" House asked.

"Not today, House, seriously," Wilson said sternly. His phone began to ring again, House snatched it up from the table and answered it before Wilson had the chance to decline the call.

"Doctor Wilson's phone," House said, holding the phone up to his ear.

Wilson reached for it and House sat further back in his seat, "Oh, hi, Greg. Is James around?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, he's right here," House said, holding out the phone to Wilson. Wilson shot him a glare before taking the phone and bringing it up to his ear.

"Hello," He said.

"Where are you? We have the embryo transfer today," Y/N said.

Wilson sighed, "I can't leave... I have appointments that I need to be here for," He said.

"Oh, are you sure you can't have someone cover? I really don't want to do this alone, James," Y/N said.

"I can't leave today," He stated.

"Okay, I-I'll try my mom then," Y/N said softly.

"I'm sorry," Wilson said, she didn't reply and hung up the phone.

"You're an ass," Wilson said, tossing his phone down on the table.

"You were avoiding your wife," House stated.

"So what if I was?" Wilson questioned.

"You can't avoid someone who needs you, it's your biological imperative to be at the beck and call of the needy," House said.

Wilson looked down at the table, "Unless something about why she needed you made you squeamish enough to resist," House muttered.

"Leave it alone, House," Wilson snapped, grabbing his cellphone and leaving the table.

....

Wilson made his way into the apartment, setting his bag by the door and tossing his keys into the dish. He shrugged off his coat and hung it up on the hook, moving further into the apartment.

Y/N was sitting on the couch watching television and didn't acknowledge him as he entered the room.

"How did the transfer go?" Wilson asked, he sighed when she didn't reply.

"Are you mad at me?" He questioned.

"I called Greg," Y/N stated.

"And?" Wilson asked.

"He said you didn't have any appointments this afternoon," Y/N said.

"Yes, I did," Wilson argued.

"Why would he lie, James?" She asked.

He scoffed, "Every second sentence out of House's mouth is a lie!" Wilson snapped.

"Look, I'm not trying to argue, but we need to talk about this. I feel like you've been pulling away from me and I don't understand what changed," Y/N said.

"Nothing," Wilson replied stubbornly, crossing his arms.

"We are equal partners in this relationship and you should be able to talk to me about however you're feeling. We used to tell each other everything and then you just blocked me out. I don't even know if you want to have a baby with me anymore... Lately you've been more like my doctor than my partner," Y/N said.

"I do! I do want a baby with you, but I can't have one. I can't give that to you and I feel like all I'm able to do is throw money at the problem!" Wilson yelled.

"James-," Y/N started.

"No, don't. I just- I know that I'm being unreasonable, but I can't get out of my head about it," He huffed.

Y/N stood up from the couch and made her way over to him, "Why didn't you say something sooner?" She asked.

"I don't know," He muttered.

Y/N slid her arms around him, resting her head on his chest as she hugged him tightly. Wilson wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head with a defeated sigh.

"We're in this together and you can always come to me, no matter what, okay?" Y/N said.