"What's wrong with Crack? It's a unisex name, for a start." Where Cuddy's hand had laid over his, he stretched his thumb up and stroked it along Cuddy's. Baby names hadn't exactly been on his thoughts the past week but talking about it now definitely reminded him of one further thing he and Cuddy needed to work out. On top of all the other things they had hardly any time to work out. He sighed quietly and looked away, squinting at the sun's glare.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Wilson replied to Cuddy's remark about her and House hardly ever agreeing on anything. He stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles, stretching an arm across the back of the bench. "I'm not going to lie - that was one of the first things I wondered about you two when House told me you were both..."

Wilson waved his hand, feeling a small heated flush crawl up the back of his neck. Bringing up that reminded him of how he'd been caught out in pretending to Cuddy and House simultaneously that he'd not been in the know about their relationship. He'd ended up taking flowers around to Cuddy as an apology, wondering at the time whether Cuddy would forgive him. House had made it sound like forgiveness was right off the table, though luckily for Wilson, he knew how to placate women when feathers were more than a little ruffled.

House turned his head towards Wilson and gave him a look that said everything without saying anything, that he remembered well when he'd told Wilson about his relationship with Cuddy. In fact, he'd told Wilson the day after he'd found out Cuddy was pregnant. God, that seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Wilson tried to ignore the look House gave him. He looked out across the grounds. "What names have you decided on?" he asked, turning back to Cuddy.

"Cuddy just told you," House replied. "Crack. Though, we both kinda like Frat House, too."