I've been having a little trouble writing since someone attacked the last story I wrote for this fandom. They weren't a Hameron fan, and while I had made that clear that the story was Hameron, they chose to still read it and flame it. And for a bit, it really bothered me. But then I decided that if I stopped writing, I would give that loser exactly what she wanted. And that's just not who I am. So this is for you, Ms. LOL. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: So not mine. Please, David?

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"House!"

Every head in the hospital lobby spun in the direction of the angry yell, and they all recognized the voice. A blur of blue and black stalked past them, and one nurse snickered.

House heard it the first time as he sat in his office, and his brow furrowed. What was wrong now? He sighed heavily and continued to play with his Gameboy.

The door to his office flung open with such force that the glass rattled, and he jerked his head up. "Hi, baby."

"Don't you hi, baby, me!" she snarled, shoving a finger in his face. "I can't believe you!"

He leaned back in his seat. "I do a lot of things that you wouldn't believe. You'll have to be more specific."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "You left the toilet seat up, you bastard!" she screamed, picking up one of his books and throwing it at the wall with a satisfying thud!

"Oh, that. Well, you can't really do anything with witnesses here, so why don't we pick this back up tonight, when your hormones have stopped raging, huh?"

The color drained from Cameron's face, and before she could give him a vasectomy the hard way, she turned and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind herself.

House smirked at her pregnant, retreating form. "I love you, too, sweetheart," he snarked, dropping his eyes down to his Gameboy again.

The remaining three months of her pregnancy were going to be so enjoyable...

The End!

A/N: I haven't seen the season finale yet, but oh well. As long as I can sit here and type, I will continue to write and read Hameron. And if anyone doesn't like that, just don't read my stuff. Cause HAMERON ROCKS!!! And if that makes me crazy, well, they should just put me in the nuthouse. As long as it's in the same room with House... (laughs maniacally) In the padded room, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM! MWAHAHAHAHAH!