You never met House’s parents during the time you both had dated AND when you both got your marriage certificate. Whenever you asked about them the answers would always be brief. Their names? John and Blythe. What their jobs were when he was a kid? John was a Marine pilot and Blythe was a housewife. You were able to deduce that he didn’t have a good relationship with them, his mother maybe since he did speak about her in a fonder tone, but never his father.

It changed somewhat after you became pregnant to which he confided in you that he knew for a fact that John wasn’t his biological father, the reason why being how he at the age of twelve realized they shared no resemblance. It was only brought up once in his family, and after that they didn’t talk about it at all. You knew there was more to his reasoning on being distant with his parents, but you wouldn’t pry unless he really wanted to talk about it.

And four months after you gave birth to your child, on what was supposed to be a normal afternoon between the three of you, a knock was heard on the door. And when opened there was John and Blythe House. You and House locked eyes and both instantly realized that it was Wilson who had told his parents about the recent addition to the family.

Now you all sat in the living room, you sitting by Blythe as she held and fussed over your child in her arms while House and John sat in separate armchairs, House being closer near you while John was close to Blythe. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension between the men, House ready to shut down any remarks John would make on either you or what was going on with his life. But as you watched Blythe fuss over your four-month-old you noticed that House looked more… small than usual. Not physically, duh, but he just seemed… less him…

“We were disappointed when we heard that you both got married. Was there a reason you didn’t tell us?” John asked House, the latter avoiding meeting John’s eyes.

“…..It wasn’t anything to make a big deal out of…”