A/N: This is my first House fic. I hope you will enjoy it and give feedback on it. :D
Every time Cameron looked back on it, she still couldn't believe it was true. She was in a relationship with House. A relationship that they had hid from everyone except Wilson for the nine months they had been together. And now, they were moving in together. He didn't want her to move into his apartment because of the bad omens. Stacy had lived there with him. Cameron's apartment was too small for his piano, let alone the both of them. They had decided to buy a house, instead. Someplace that was close to work, but still had a homely feel to it. They had bought a four bedroom home only because of the size of the kitchen and living room. Living room for his baby grand, and the kitchen for all her cooking pleasures. They knew they were going to have two guestrooms, but they didn't know what they were going to do with the last room. Until then, it would stay empty.
It was moving day for House and Cameron. They both had taken the day off, but Chase and Foreman still hadn't caught on. Well, maybe Foreman, but Chase was too absorbed in himself to notice anything else. Cameron had been feeling under the weather for the past few days so she really didn't want to spend all day with smelly men moving their furniture all over the house. She woke up that particular morning at four to toss up whatever had been left in her stomach. When she returned to bed around six, House was leaning on his good side with his elbow propped up on the pillow and his head resting in his hand. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked her.
She nodded as she crawled next to him in bed. "Yeah, like I said before, it's just a stomach virus. And, please, stop asking me that question."
"I'm a doctor, and when someone is really ill, I have to ask."
"Well, I'm a doctor, too, so I know if something's wrong. Consider your job done."
He sighed as he leaned his face into her shoulder. He mumbled something coherently and when she questioned what he said, he lifted his head up and said, without looking in her eyes, "You're my girlfriend. I….worry about you."
She smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you. But you really don't have to worry. I'm taking care of myself."
"And getting food poisoned really showed how well you can, huh?"
She rolled her eyes and turned so that her head was in the crook of his left shoulder and their bodies were touching. She placed feather-light kisses on his shoulder and well-toned upper arm before he wrapped his right arm across her hip. "I love you, Greg," she sighed as she rested her head on his arm in order to sleep.
Two hours later, the alarm went off and Cameron had to roll over in order to turn it off. "Ugh," she said as she slammed the snooze button. "I am just not getting enough sleep."
"You're tired, too?" House asked as he rolled onto his back.
She looked over at him. "Well, I think it's from having to wake up in order to throw up. I can't think of anything else that would make me tired." She then reached onto her nightstand and picked up a cylindrical orange prescription bottle and retrieved two pills from inside. Once she replaced the lid she handed the large white pills over to House which he gratefully took and swallowed without water. "I'm going to go take a shower," she said as she climbed out of bed.
"Wait a few minutes and I'll join you," House responded.
"It usually takes about fifteen minutes for your Vicodin to kick in. It'll just be easier for me to take a shower and then you hop in when I get out to cook breakfast."
"So….you don't want to have sex in the shower?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know how that always turns out. I'm just not in the mood for that right now," she said with her hands on her hips as she faced him from the side of the bed.
"You're not in the mood?" he asked in disbelief.
"Greg, I'm just tired. I want to take a shower and hopefully keep my breakfast down."
He nodded and waved a hand at her. "Fine, go. Leave me to my own devices."
She smirked. "I doubt those devices will occupy your attention for long."
"I would advise you to get on that shower before I do something I might regret."
"You never regret anything that you do to me. And neither do I." She grinned at him and walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
He groaned after he heard the water turn on. "She's going to be the death of me," he muttered as he waited for his medication to kick in so he could get out of bed without too much pain.
Once Cameron turned the water to the shower on, she opened the cabinet under the sink and reached behind the feminine products that were stationed there for a small brown paper bag. Luckily House avoided looking at her things as much as possible so he wouldn't have found what she had been hiding. She reached into the bag and pulled out a little box that said "One-Step Pregnancy Test" labeled on the front.
After reading and following the instructions carefully, she stood and waited for the result. Two lines meant 'yes' and one line meant 'no'. She decided to shower while waiting for the results so House wouldn't walk in on her standing in the middle of the room with a plastic stick in her hand. She showered quickly and once she got out and wrapped a towel around her torso, she picked up the stick without looking at it and silently hoped that it would have one line. She counted to three and gained the courage to look at the stick.
Two lines. Crap.
She didn't know what was going to happen now. She didn't know what House would say once she told him. Would he be happy? Maybe, but he'd never show it. He'd probably be angry and blame her for forgetting to take the pill. She reached over at the container that held her birth control pills. She hadn't missed a single day. She didn't even have to look at them to know that she was on them every day. Every morning when she got ready for work she'd take a pill. Sure, they had a little fun in the mornings, but she had always reminded him to put on a condom just in case. Well, apparently, either one had broken, or she was one of the point one percent to get pregnant even while on the pill. She sighed and placed all the materials for the test back in the bag and into the back of the cabinet. She quickly got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom while drying her long hair with the towel. She saw Greg looking out the window only wearing his boxers. Pushing the thoughts of their newly formed baby out of her head, she walked behind him and wrapped her arm around his waist.
She stood on tip-toes and kissed the side of his neck. He turned his head slightly so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to get out of the bathroom. I don't understand why women take such long showers."
"Not all of us do. My mom was pretty fast."
"How fast?"
Cameron shrugged. "Ten, fifteen minutes."
"You should learn from her."
"I wasn't in there that long!"
"Thirty minutes. I've been standing her for fifteen minutes."
"Standing?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Ok, I was moving around, but I've still been up and around."
"Well, you can go ahead and jump in there now. What did you want to eat?"
He turned around to face her. "I was hoping I could snack on you for a little bit," he said with a smirk.
"Greg," Cameron said while rolling her eyes.
"What? You're yummy. Yummier than my pills, I must say."
"Wow, nice to know I mean so much to you."
"Oh, you're up there, right above Vicodin, but just below Mommy."
She grinned. She knew he wasn't joking about his fondness to his mother. He wasn't exactly a different person when around her; he just wasn't as sarcastic when she asked him questions. "I feel loved now."
He rolled his eyes. "I think that's my cue to exit."
She stopped him before he walked around her and put her arms around his neck. "I love you," she said while looking into his deep blue eyes.
"Same," he said shortly, but he said more with his eyes. She had been able to read his eyes since the first month they had gotten together. The way his eyes shone meant that he felt the same way about her, even if he never said it.
He pressed his lips to hers and just before the kiss became heated, he pulled back and walked into the bathroom. She watched him walk away and after he shut the door she sighed. He hadn't told her what he wanted for breakfast.
After they ate their pancake breakfast, the movers arrived to pick up House's belongings. He kept a close eye on them when they tried to get his piano through the door. It was wide enough to pass the instrument through once you took off the legs. He barked orders at them for holding it wrong as the carried it to the truck. During the entire episode, Cameron was sitting in his lounge chair with her knees against her chest as she flipped through a magazine and shook her head with a grin at his actions. Once he came back he looked at her and snapped, "What are you grinning at?"
She looked at him with the same smile as he popped a Vicodin. "You. If you don't watch those guys like a hawk now, they're going to break something when they move it in."
"Well, luckily your stuff is much more fragile than mine," he said as he hobbled over to her. She scoffed and turned back to her magazine. Living together was going to be fun.
After moving all of House things into their new home and Cameron's constant trips to the bathroom, they were finally finished with one phase of moving in together. They had a late lunch, and continued on to Cameron's apartment to retrieve her things. They had decided that House's furniture would be in the living room where his piano would be, and Cameron's furniture would reside in the small sized den/family room.
Around ten o'clock, the movers had left, House was sitting in a lounge chair in the living room, and Cameron was asleep on the couch next to him. He emptied his glass of scotch and leaned over to awaken Cameron. He nudged her shoulder gently and she stirred slightly to look into his eyes. "I think we should get to bed. As much as I would love to not be at work tomorrow, I think Cuddy would have a fit."
She smiled and stretched while still lying down. "You're right. I'm so exhausted."
"We did a lot of moving."
"I did more than you."
"You did a lot of showing me some interesting tricks, too. Are you practicing to become bulimic?"
She scowled and looked at her hands which were resting on her stomach. She then remembered that there was a living being growing inside there. Something she and her boss had created. She sounded like a whore with that kind of phrasing, but he was still her boss. At least they were in a monogamous relationship and he wasn't sleeping with Cuddy, God forbid. Cameron sat up quickly and looked over at House. His face showed how tired he was, and she thought it was best to leave the information of their reproducing until tomorrow. She got up and reached for his hand with a small smile. He pursed his lips before he grabbed her right hand in his left and got up with the help of his cane and they walked to bed hand in hand.
Once they arrived to the bedroom, they noticed that their bed was bare and they didn't remember where they had placed the sheets. "Crap," House said as she started looking around the room. Cameron pulled up a bag of clothes and toiletries and changed into her pajamas which were a white tank top and a pair of House's boxers. Once she had placed everything in the bathroom and stepped out, she saw a comforter on the bed. "This was the only thing I could find," he said as he sat down at the bottom of the mattress and removed his pants. He got up and made his way into the bathroom.
Cameron climbed into their bed and got as comfortable as she could without any pillows. House soon came out and joined her on the other side after he had turned the light off. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good night." After a short pause she added, "I still can't believe we did this."
"Why?" she heard him ask in the darkness.
"We bought a house together. That means commitment."
"It does? Well, darn, can I still change my mind?" he asked.
She laughed slightly. "Sorry. Everything's been signed."
"I guess that means I'm stuck with you, huh?"
"Too bad."
"Yeah. I was still kinda hoping for Carmen Electra."
"Sorry, she's married."
"Really? When did that happen?"
"Why, I thought you knew, Mr. Pop-Culture-King," she teased sleepily.
"Oh yeah, that guitarist guy from that band."
"Jane's Addiction."
"You know that band?"
"Of course, I have one of their CDs."
After a silence he said, "I think you might just be the perfect woman."
She grinned into his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his middle before quickly falling asleep and House soon following.
The alarm went off at 6:30 and Cameron slammed her hand down on the snooze button. House looked up when he heard the sound and smirked at her crankiness. At least her head wasn't over the toilet this morning; that was a good sign. She opened her eyes as the same thought went through her head. She smiled at him and he leaned over to kiss her.
A half hour later, they got out of bed and pulling their pajamas back on, they went in search of clothes to wear to work. They both jumped in the shower and quickly cleaned, after numerous attempts of House trying to get Cameron to repeat the action from the bed and her swatting his hands away, they got dressed and she went to the kitchen to search for something to make for breakfast.
Another half hour later, they were out the door on their way to work in House's Corvette. As he sped along the roads, Cameron felt herself getting sick again, so she said, "Greg, if you don't slow down, you're going to have a new color and smell added to your car." Needless to say, he got the hint and went the rest of the way at the speed limit.
When they walked separately into the meeting room, House was given a case by Cuddy, they had collaborated on a differential diagnosis and the ducklings ran off to do his bidding, which left House to sit in his office and wait for Wilson to pop in. Five minutes later, his floppy-haired friend appeared at the door. "Are you thinking or just taking a break from a pressing case?" he asked as he walked into the office and leaned against the TV by House's desk.
"She's getting better," House responded as he tossed a ball vertically in the air.
"That's good. So, it was just food poisoning."
"I think it's something else."
"Like what? Cancer? You need me to make sure your girlfriend will survive."
"I don't know. I think…no, probably not."
"Yes, I understand what you're saying completely."
House sighed, stopped throwing the ball, and looked at Wilson. "I think she's pregnant."
Wilson's eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. "I thought she was-"
"She is, but there's still a chance."
"A very small chance."
"Then it's happened before to other people, Jimmy."
"I mean, you'd have to be having sex more than once a day in order to even come close to the chances of that happening." House clenched his jaw and went back to his single player game of catch. "You're having sex more than once a day!"
"Say it a little louder, I don't think the people in the basement heard you," House said.
"You must need a lot of Vicodin." House stood up and walked out of the office. Wilson followed. "What? What did I say?"
"In case you were wondering, I've decreased on my Vicodin intake," House hissed as the approached the elevators.
"Wow, she has some effect on you."
"I barely have to do any work, so it's not bad. It's a great way to relieve stress and tension."
"Hey, tell that to Cuddy, I'm sure that'll become a patented way to ease pain instead of pain killers: 'Have sex.'" House groaned as he stepped into the elevator that opened to them and he pressed the button for the first floor. "Wow, you know I was kidding about telling Cuddy."
"I'm going to the clinic."
"Voluntarily? Don't let Cuddy see you, she might have a coronary."
House turned to Wilson. "Why all of a sudden are you mentioning Cuddy constantly?"
"I've mentioned her twice."
"In a very short time."
Wilson sighed and his demeanor changed. "Julie left me last night."
"What?" House was shocked. Not only at the information Wilson shared, but at the abrupt subject change. Maybe he had gotten sympathy sex from Cuddy?
"Julie left me. I came home from work and all I found were divorce papers. She took her stuff and bolted."
"Why?" Wilson shrugged. "You didn't cheat on her, did you?"
"What? No! I wanted this one to work, House."
House sighed as the stepped from the lift. As they continued their journey, they saw a young woman wandering around the front desk. She had shoulder length red hair and was wearing a very fitting pin-striped blazer and skirt. "Hey, look, Cuddy dyed her hair," House remarked as they got closer to her.
Wilson ignored his comment and spoke out to the woman. "Did you need any help?"
The woman faced them and smiled. They noticed that she wasn't wearing an outfit exactly like Cuddy's. Her cleavage wasn't out on display, but hidden behind a lacy shirt. "Yes, I'm look for Dr. Cuddy's office."
"Oh, it's over by the clinic. We're on our way over there, so we can show you," Wilson said with a smile.
"I can see you're really choked up about Julie," House whispered into his ear as the woman walked with them. Wilson rolled his eyes. They soon arrived at the entrance to the clinic and to Cuddy's office.
"Thank you so much," the woman said and walked through the door.
Wilson turned and grinned at House. "Are you done being Boy Wonder now?" House asked.
Wilson's grin dropped. "I was helping someone out. It's actually what I do for a living. And, if I'm not mistaken, I think you do the same thing, too."
"I don't help people get rid of mutated cells. I help people with confusing cases because other doctors are too stupid to figure out what's wrong with them."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Well, there's one less doctor who's going to be passing a case on to you."
"What do you mean?"
"Dr. Hangrid retired yesterday, didn't you hear?"
"I'm not on the board like you, so I don't get to hear cool gossip firsthand."
"He was the Head of Cardiology."
"And you're telling me this because…?"
"I know how much you love juicy gossip."
"Oh, you spoil me. Who's taking his place? That brown-noser who wanted everyone to like him?"
"No, Cuddy's bringing in someone special."
"Her lover?"
"I doubt it. I heard it was a woman."
"Ooh, she's kinky."
"You're sick." Suddenly, both of their pagers went off and the looked up at each other. "Did Cuddy just page you, too?"
"Yeah. Can you tell her I'm busy?"
"No. We'll go in together. Come, double team her."
"That would be an insult to her. Sending in a cripple and a geek? We might just make her cry." He paused as he contemplated this. "Let's go."
Wilson smirked and followed his friend into the office. They saw Cuddy and the red-haired woman sitting across from each other on the couches and laughing. When the walked in, Cuddy stopped laughing and stood up. "Here are two of my Heads." House snickered. Cuddy rolled her eyes and continued, "This is Dr. James Wilson, Head of Oncology, and Dr. Greg House, Head of Diagnostics." The woman stood up and held out her right hand for Wilson to shake. Then she switched to her left hand to shake House's.
House didn't take her hand. "So, who are you?"
Her smile faltered and she dropped her hand. "I'm Abby Fontaine. I'm going to be the new Head of Cardiology."
"Did you just get out of med school?"
Her smile dropped completely. "No. I've been a doctor for seven years. I'm thirty-four years old." She looked at Wilson. "Does he question you being a Head?"
Wilson thought quickly of something to intervene. "No, but he does question my relationship skills."
"Or lack thereof," House said under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to actually hear what he said.
Cuddy took matters into her own hands. "Dr. House. I chose Dr. Fontaine to work here because I know how capable she is of doing her job. If she was incompetent, she wouldn't be here."
"And yet Chase is still working for me."
"He can do his job. And so can you. Now get in the clinic."
"Aw, but I have such an important case I'm working on."
"And if you're needed, I'm sure one of your doctors will quickly page you."
House frowned and turned around. He left her office and reluctantly went to the clinic. Wilson looked back at Cuddy after they watched him leave. "You know he's just going to page someone to page him back so he can leave."
"I know, but I was sick of him."
Wilson nodded. "I should probably be heading back. I have a patient to see soon."
"Right. I'm sure other doctors will come down here, soon. Thank you Dr. Wilson."
"Of course." He turned to look at Fontaine and said, "Welcome to PPTH, Dr. Fontaine."
She smiled at him. "Thanks. See you around." He nodded and left the office with a smile on his face.
As Wilson had predicted, as soon as House set foot in the clinic, he reached for his pager and quickly sent a message to Cameron. He signed in and winked at the nurse who was scowling at him. She handed him a chart and pointed to Exam Room 1. He looked at the chart as he walked into the room, and once he stepped inside, his pager went off. He looked at it, and quickly handed the patient some lozenges. "You have a sore throat. Go home and drink some tea." He walked back out of the room, signed off the file, and put it in a pile. He looked at the same nurse. "Sorry, gotta go," he said as he walked toward the doors. "My patient is coding." She rolled her eyes and directed another patient to a different room as he left the clinic.
He met Cameron in the meeting room. Chase and Foreman still weren't back from the tests he had sent them to run. "Why did you want to meet with me?" she asked as he walked over to where she was sitting.
He looked at her and after a few minutes asked, "Are you pregnant?"
Cameron visibly swallowed as she looked up at House. "Yes."
His eyes grew large as he sat down next to her. "How long have you known?"
"I found out just yesterday. I suspected it before, though."
"How come you didn't tell me?"
"We were busy with moving. I was going to tell you tonight."
He took a deep breath and looked at her. She was staring at him intently with her green eyes. "Did you set up an appointment with an obstetrician?"
"Yes. Dr. Hamburg."
"Hamburg? She's in New York!"
"I know, but she's the best doctor in the state, and she's friend of mine."
"Sorority girlfriend?"
Cameron rolled her eyes. "More like study buddy."
"How cute, you even have a name for it."
She sighed and took his hand. "So, how do you feel about this?"
"We're going to put a lot of miles on my car driving back and forth."
"I meant about us having a baby. And your car already has a lot of miles on it."
He looked around the room and then back at her. "Well, you want it, and I don't really want to live on the streets, so…ok."
"That's it? Ok?"
"We'll do it. We'll raise this baby together and be the coolest parents on the block." Cameron smiled. "You'll be the soccer mom and I'll be the lacrosse dad."
"So, you're thinking we're having a boy?"
"Of course."
"Well, if it is a boy or a girl, I guess they can be active in sports."
"If we have a girl, I'm not going to let her play sports. She's going to become a piano genius."
Cameron raised an eyebrow. "The appointment's tomorrow at noon. We're going to take our lunch over there."
House nodded and squeezed her hand. "Hey, having food that isn't from the cafeteria for lunch will be a blessing."
Cameron smiled and lifted up their joined hands to kiss his. "I love you," she said once she moved her lips.
"Uhhh" they heard a voice say. They quickly turned their heads and saw Foreman staring at them with wide eyes and his mouth in the shape of an O. Cameron released House's hand and stood up.
"Hi, Foreman," Cameron said as casually as possible. When Foreman didn't say a word, she sighed and said, "Ok, I think we should tell you. House and I are dating." If at all possible, Foreman's eyes grew wider. "For nine months. We just moved in together yesterday." Foreman's jaw dropped further when she said that.
House stood up and said sharply, "You look like a dead fish. I suggest you stop before I get the urge to flush you down the toilet." He noticed the folder in Foreman's hand. "Are those the results from the tests I asked you to do?"
This seemed to unfreeze Foreman from his petrified state and speak. "Uh, yeah. Here they are." He handed them to House and looked over at Cameron. She smiled uneasily at him.
Suddenly, Chase bounded in the room with a triumphant grin on his face. "He has arsine poisoning!"
"You say that almost joyfully," House said while lifting up his head from Foreman's folder. "He also has kidney failure, so I'm assuming he took a large hit of it. Maybe that's the new drug teens are getting high off. Arsine. Just what everyone needs: a headache and red pee."
"His symptoms make sense. He was admitted because of a convulsion and since he's been here his airways have closed up and he keeps blacking out," Cameron stated.
"Ok, Foreman, give him a blood transfusion to get the toxin out of his system and put him on the donor list."
"Shouldn't we put him on dialysis?" Foreman suggested.
"He's twenty years old; I don't think he wants to be spending the rest of his life going to a clinic to get his blood cleaned out."
"I was thinking maybe CCPD. The machine isn't that big, and it can be done in the privacy of his own home."
"Hmm…if he can't get a donor, we'll set him up for that." He looked over at Chase. "I want you to ask him where the hell he's been that made him get a bad case of arsine poisoning." Chase nodded and followed Foreman out the door. House turned to face Cameron who was standing with her arms folded across her middle.
"I'll contact his family. Maybe someone has a match to him."
House nodded and when she walked by him, he grabbed her hand to stop her. After looking out the window to make sure no one was around, he gently brushed his lips against hers before he pulled back and gave her a lopsided smile. "This baby thing is going to be interesting." She smiled and picked up the patient's file to retrieve names and numbers of family members and walked over to the phone.
They sat in the waiting room with Cameron reading a pregnancy magazine and House tapping his cane on the ground and looking around the room. He saw women in different stages of reproduction. A couple who sat next to them consisted of a woman who looked like she was about to pop and a man who looked extremely nervous. This man caught House's eye and leaned over. "She's carrying triplets. We have four kids already. I didn't want anymore."
"You know, to stop in knocking someone up, men usually use protection or get snipped," House quipped.
"Her religion is against birth control and she won't let me get a vasectomy. She said she wanted a large family, but I didn't know how large."
House leaned forward to look at the man's wife. He relaxed back in his seat and said, "Catholic?" The man nodded. House inhaled and made a hissing sound. "You got yourself into this mess."
"Tell me about it. She made me convert. What about you? Is she your only daughter?" the man asked motioning to Cameron.
Cameron looked up from her magazine and frowned at the man. "Did you just ask him if I was his daughter?"
"Yeah. Hey, where's the father of your baby?"
One of her eyebrows rose. "Right here," she said while pointing her thumb at House. He looked at the stranger and smiled sarcastically.
"Oh. I didn't know. Sorry."
"What you're doing is wrong," they heard the man's wife say. She looked at House and Cameron and scowled at them. "You are old enough to be his daughter, and you are having a child with him? God is frowning upon you."
"Well, as long as he doesn't strike me down, I think I'm ok."
"Are you two married?"
"No," Cameron said while flipping through the magazine nonchalantly.
"You should be married when you have a baby."
"And you should stop trying to overpopulate the earth, but you can't always get what you want."
"Allison Cameron," a nurse said. Cameron looked up and placed the magazine on the side table. She stood up with House and they walked to the waiting room.
Once inside, Cameron changed into the paper gown and waited for the doctor to come in. A few minutes later, they saw a doctor a few years older than Cameron with curly, shoulder-length auburn hair and her nose in the file. "Good afternoon, Ms. Cameron…Allison…" The doctor looked up at her patient. "Oh my God! Allison!" She rushed over and wrapped her arms around Cameron. "It's so great to see you!"
"Hey Tina," Cameron returned the hug and was grinning when they pulled away. "How have you been?"
"Oh, same ol', same ol'. Oh my God, I can't believe you're having a baby!"
"I am!"
Dr. Hamburg looked over at House. "And you must be the father." She held out her hand to shake his. "Dr. Hamburg."
"Greg House."
Hamburg's smile dropped. "You're kidding."
"Wow, you've heard of me. I must be popular."
"Yeah, I've heard about you. And let me just say it wasn't good."
"And it shouldn't be. I don't play nice with the other kids."
Hamburg looked over at Cameron. "Wow. So, how did you two meet?"
"Oh, actually, I'm one of Greg's specialists."
"Yeah. She seduced me and now I'm just used to her. And the fact that I knocked her up doesn't help any."
Cameron smiled at him. "We just bought a house together, and I guess it was perfect timing."
"How long have you two been together?"
"Nine months."
"How ironic."
"I know. It's the gestation period of a fetus."
"Fetus of love," Hamburg joked. She and Cameron laughed while House looked disgusted and uncomfortable in the chair he was sitting in. He instinctively reached for a Vicodin to soothe the pain that was growing in his leg.
Between jokes and catching-up stories, Hamburg asked Cameron questions and they found out she had gotten pregnant three weeks before and that their baby was due June 22. Once that part was taken care of, they got on to the physical examination. Hamburg squirted warm gel across Cameron's lower abdomen and put the sensor against her skin. "All right, here is your uterus, obviously, now if I angle it this way…ah, there's your baby," she said while pointing at the screen. House leaned over and squinted.
"It looks like a peanut."
"Of course, it's in the stages of meiosis."
House looked over at Cameron who was enthralled by the picture on the screen. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were filling with tears. He knew she had wanted a baby, but her reaction to the baby a one month took him aback. She looked at Hamburg. "Is there a heartbeat?" The doctor turned on the speakers and suddenly there were light, rapid thumps emanating from the machine. Cameron's tears spilled over as she listened. House grew uncomfortable again at the sight of Cameron. She wiped her hand at the tears. "Can I get a picture?"
"Of course." Hamburg pressed a few buttons and stood up. "I'll be right back, you can get dressed, Allison," she said as she handed Cameron some tissues.
Once she returned, Cameron was back in her work clothes and was sitting on the bed with House standing next to her. Hamburg grinned and handed her a photo. "There you are. I'm sure this is going on your fridge, right? Right after you show it everyone, that is."
House and Cameron exchanged glances. Not only were they going to have to tell people that they were together, but they had to anticipate Cameron expanding waistband. She looked back at the doctor and smiled as she jumped from her seat. "Thank you so much, Tina. I guess I'll see you next month." They hugged again and House and Cameron were on their way back to work. During the entire ride, Cameron spent it staring at the picture and wondering what the future was going to be like.
After all, she had done something no one ever thought someone would do: create a being with half of Greg House's genes. Hopefully this baby wouldn't get its dad's sarcasm, like he had gotten from him own father. Only time would tell.
A/N: That's it for now! I hope you like it so far and that you let me know what you think of it. :D