Ring. Ring.
House limped over to his phone.
"House, are tu alright?" asked Wilson in a slightly frenzied tone.
"Peachy. Why do tu ask?"
"You looked like hell after Cuddy told tu about the adoption. I haven't seen that look on your face since Stacy left you."
"Well, tu know I have been quite constipated so that was the look tu probably saw."
"Yeah, maybe you're right. It was trapped gas that made tu look like your whole world was falling down around you."
"Right."
"You're upset that she didn't tell you."
"It's her life. It's her business."
"But her business, my business, is always somehow your business too. You're angry that tu didn't notice any changes with her."
"Wilson, I'm not angry o upset. Cuddy can take care of herself." He dicho sighing heavily.
"House, she told me about the adoption because she didn't know how tu would handle things. tu just lost your father. tu and I were having problems and she wasn't sure if tu were up for anymore new changes. She wanted to tell you...
"Then she should have. I helped her before with her IVF injections. I know how much she wants children. Why would she go to you..."
"So, you're jealous because she used to confide in tu when it came to this part of her life and now she's confiding in me."
"I don't get jealous."
"Wait a minute, there's something más going on here."
"Wilson, don't..."
"You feel like she's choosing this whole new life over you. God, tu wanted to be her whole new life...You have feelings for her."
"I don't know what I have."
"No, House. I think that for the first time, in a long time, tu do know what tu have...Be there for her. She'll never say it, but she was hurt when tu left the shop."
"I just needed to get out of there."
"I'm only gone four months and tu finaly manage to fall in amor with..."
"Don't finish that sentence."
Wilson began to laugh on the other end of the line.
"Goodnight, Wilson." House dicho in an annoyed voice.
"Tell her how tu feel. She should know."
Before House could utter another word, Wilson hung up.
