Part 16

For three days they kept Allison in the hospital. Three days of poking and prodding and constant influx of people in her room. She was ready to scream. When House came to take her home, she fell even more in love with him. Wilson met them as the elevator doors opened in the lobby. He had brought the Escalade around and was waiting to drive them all home.

Upon arriving, the first thing she did was go and take a nap. She didn't get any sleep in the hospital and she was so tired carrying around all the extra weight of the babies. She woke up to the scent of dinner. Chicken Marcella, House was cooking. Her stomach rumbled as she tried to roll out of bed. Sighing she almost broke into tears.

She was huge, huger than huge. A beached whale. She waddled, and shuffled. If she had to run to save her live, she would just stand there and tell them to kill her because there was NO way she could move any faster than a 90 year old lady.

She shuffled out into the living room and both House and Wilson jumped up to help her. "How did you know Greg?" She asked him.

"Well, you have been eating hospital poison for the last few days, I figured you would like something that tasted better than road kill." he told her simply, but she knew it was more than that. Chicken Marcella was her all time favorite and she had never tasted any better than House's. She just smiled at him and let him pamper her.

James poured her some juice and got her some caffeine free tea, what she would do for some caffeine, but it was useless to argue, they would win, they always did. While they ate their meals, they discussed their day. House's had a big case come in and Wilson got to tell another person that they were in remission. It had been a good day.

They moved their way into the living room and all spread out in front of the TV. Allison sat, her hand on her aching stomach, (she had eaten entirely too much), while Wilson rubbed her swollen feet. She couldn't stay in one position too long and needed to get up and go pee anyway so she stood, stretched her aching back and shuffled down the hall. She had just got to the bathroom, off the carpet when she felt it.

The warm gush of her waters running down her legs. She gripped the door jam and waited till the wave of panic receded. This was it. She was going to be a mother, to two babies at once. She couldn't do it. This wasn't happening, she wasn't fit to be a mother. She didn't even know who the father was. She could hardly take care of them, let alone two babies on top of it, she told herself. It was then, the first real contraction hit her and she let out a small cry of alarm.

James was there before she realized and he was shouting at House to get the car. She found herself in the front seat as they sped toward the hospital. It was a good thing it was late in the evening and traffic was light. They made the 20 minute drive in about 8. As she walked into the ER, she had to stop every few minutes as the contraction consumed her. She was shaking, sweating and cursing her so called lovers. If they loved her so much, they would have never gotten her pregnant in the first place.

Her room was beautiful, tiny flowered wallpaper, vases of flowers, it was made to look like a bedroom, complete with a whirlpool bathtub that she wasn't allowed to go into. Her water had already broken and the risk of infection was too high, and she wasn't having a water birth.

When they checked her, she had finally hit 4 cm and she was asking for the pain medication. House grumbled about it. "It is better for the baby to go drug free." He told her.

"I'll go drug free if YOU go drug free!" She snapped at him, finally shutting him up. They all remembered the debacle that was his detox. Ten minutes she was resting comfortably, a cathrater pumping the pain medicine straight into her spine. Ahhh sweet bliss.

"Can I get you anything Allie?" James asked her.

"Yeah, double fudge brownie ice cream with chocolate syrup and a mound of whipped cream that would be shameful to say the least."

"You can't eat while you are in labor." Jim informed her calmly while House rolled his eyes.

"I think she knows that Doctor Wilson." He snipped.

"Shut up House, your just pissed off about the drugs." Jim snipped back.

"Oh and your not? You know that added risks."

"And I also know what stress can do to a laboring woman."

"Do either of you know what kind of violence a laboring woman is capable of?" She growled out, quieting both of them. House resumed his place in the corner of the room, his jaw twitching every few seconds, while James stared out into the darkening sky, scowling. "MEN!" Allison said, almost as a plea for understanding.

Time passed slowly, the nurses coming in and checking her every half hour to an hour or so. Both of the men were dosing when she finally started to feel the urge to push. She hit the call button for the nurse.

"Yes Allison, what can we get you?" The voice answered back.

"I think I need to push." She told them, fear lacing her voice.

Both men bolted upright and blinked the sleep from their eyes. All three of them just stopped and looked at each other. Their hearts pounding as one. They were all about to become parents, and they were equally scared to death.

House moved first. He tossed his cane aside and started to dig in the drawers for a gown and mask.

"What are you doing?" Allison and Jim asked him at the same time.

"Delivering my babies." He told them calmly as he continued to suit up.

"I don't think so." she told him. He turned and looked at her. The full power of his eyes meeting hers and she knew she could never refuse him. She sighed and laid back and waited for him.

"Fine, then I get the second one." James stated as he followed House's lead and began to dress. They had never talked about this moment. She had an OBGYN, the topic had never come up, but at this moment, at three in the morning, it seemed only right that they bring their new family into this world.

House placed her in the stir ups and Wilson assumed his place up by the head of the bed, her support. When the doctor came in, he almost looked like he was going to protest, but decided against it. If House wanted to deliver his own baby, then let him. He hung back, ready to jump in if any problem arouse.

"Ok sweetheart, with the next contraction, push." Greg told her.

She took a deep breath as she felt it starting and bared down. "1, 2, 3..." James counted off to ten, and she released it. They repeated the process about 4 times."

"Ok, stop Allie, just breath while I clear it's nose and mouth. Alright, one more push for the shoulders. Go." She pushed and out popped a small squirmy little boy. The nurse grabbed him in a blanket and started to dry him off as House cleared the placenta.

Allison only had a minute to glance at him before she had to felt the urge to push again. This time, it was James that took the chair and House at the head of the bed. The procedure was repeated again as Allison's strength started to fade. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Allison, open your eyes, come on, one last push and then you can sleep. Lets go baby, one more. You can do this." James told her, never taking his eyes from the small head in his hands. Pouring all her remaining energy into it, she pushed their daughter free, and heard again, the most amazing sound in the world. The sound of her child crying, taking her first breaths of life.

Allison laid back and closed her eyes for a moment, too weak to do anything else. She must have dosed off for a few minutes until she heard a murmur, she opened her eyes to find House with a small blue bundle and James with a small pink bundle walking toward her, cooing softly. Both men had tears in their eyes as they looked at her in awe.

"Allison meet your son, Gabriel." House said, placing the small angelic child in her arms. Gabriel opened his eyes and looked at his mother. A sob lodged in her throat, she was looking at a tiny House. He had the same intense blue eyes and a thatch of chestnut hair. Most babies were born with a foggy blue, but he had a deep clear blue, just like his father.

"Here is your daughter, Kayleen." She turned to gaze at the tiny girl. Her face was a picture of her mothers, tiny, delicate, perfect. Kayleen opened her eyes, revealing there chocolate color that complemented the light brown of her hair, just like her father's.

"Oh my God. Look at them." she said, sobbing openly now. "They are so beautiful. One of each of you. Look at them. You can see it right away."

"Yes, our son is going to be a heartbreaker, just like his father." House boasted.

"What about our daughter? They will be lining up around the block for her." Allison informed them.

Both men shifted uncomfortably and Wilson said, "Over my dead body."

"Right. Mine and yours." Greg agreed.

Allison laughed, tears streaming down her face as she looked from one man to the other. "I love you two so much. Thank you for the beautiful children."

"No, Allison, thank you." Jim replied and they hugged her, one from each side, the babies in between. One big, perfectly odd family.