Hi, again, people. Don't yell at me for making another story! This is going to be a two-shot. My buddy obsessedwithstabler co-authored this with me. She took on House, and I did Cameron. We own nothing!

Allison Cameron took a deep breath and stood straighter. She stood there in silence for several seconds. It had been a month. One month since the one-night stand between her and House. As she called it. But deep down, it was more than that to her. She had felt the love. It wasn't just a night of drunken sex, it was more like a miracle. But now she had the biggest news she had ever received, and was left with one task- telling House. She hesitated, and knocked on the door to his apartment.

There was a shuffling sound, and the locks clicked before the door slowly opened. Cameron was the last person he had expected to see, and he scratched his head. "Hey."

"Hey," she said. "Can I come in?" She looked into his electric blue eyes, waiting for an answer.

He studied her, then finally turned around, pushing the door open completely so she could follow. Something was different about her. He could see it in the way she looked, and hear it in her voice. Without a word, he shuffled to his Steinway piano and sat down.

Cameron took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "House, there's something you need to know. Please listen to me."

He slid his hand over the keys, then turned his head and watched her. "You and Cuddy finally got it on, and you caught the whole thing on tape?"

Cameron rolled her eyes. "No," she said. "Last month, when we-" She trailed off, and she saw House's eyebrow draw as he recalled the night.

The memories washed over him, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. "Cameron, we were both drunk that night..."

She sighed. "I know," she admitted. "I'm not here to ask you to be in a relationship." But part of her wanted to be in one with him.

"Good." That was a relief. He wasn't the kind of man who was looking for a relationship, and even if he was, she deserved a lot better than an old bastard like himself.

"I don't know how to say this," she whispered, tears beginning to fill her teal blue eyes. She didn't know how she would do it without a father for her baby. She wanted him to be in it with her.

"Say what, Cameron?" His voice was unusually calm and almost soothing.

"You're not going to like this," she said hoarsely.

"Let me be the judge of that."

Cameron took a shaky breath and reached for House's hand. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.

It took him a moment to respond. "Pregnant?"

"Yep," she choked. "I-I just found out today."

"Are you sure it's mine?"

"I haven't had sex with anybody else in a-" she hesitated. "A long time." Ever since she had left Princeton Plainsboro.

He got up and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, and without a word left his apartment.

A tear rolled down Cameron's cheek. She shakily collapsed onto his sofa and began to cry. Her shoulders shook with sobs.

That night, the door opened, and House shuffled into the apartment. Cameron was asleep on his couch, and he hesitated before moving to her. "What do I do?" he whispered as he watched her sleep. "I can't be someone's dad."

Cameron flinched in her sleep. Her arm was lazily draped over her eyes. She heard his voice. "Mhm," she mumbled.

He paused, thinking hard for several moments before laying a calloused hand on her abdomen.''

"I knew you'd hate me," she murmured, half asleep. She put her slender hand over his.

He slowly shook his head. "I don't hate you," he said gruffly.

"You left," she said. "I was afraid of that."

"I came back, didn't I?"

Cameron's answer took several seconds. "What's your decision?"

"There's no decision, Cameron. I don't think I can be in a relationship with you... but my kid is going to know his father." And he had to be a better father than his own had been.

"Thank you," she whispered, suddenly more awake. She sat up and looked up at him. She could see his expression soften when they met each other's eyes.

After a moment, he reached out and gently brushed her hair back. "I don't know... how to be a father."

"I know that you can be an ass," she said softly, earning the slightest smirk from him. "But you don't realize that kids actually like you."

He almost laughed. "That's because I give them candy."

"I know," she said. "But there's just something about you that kids adore."

He shrugged. He didn't really agree, but he let her believe that. Absently his eyes strayed to her flat abdomen. She was carrying his child...

"Believe me," Cameron said, catching his stare. "You'd be a good daddy. But God bless us if it becomes a daddy's girl."

He shook his head. "You're having a boy. I can feel it."

Cameron arched a brow. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah." And he would never say so, but he always thought that if he ever had kids, he would have liked to have a son.

"House?"

He finally met her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Thank you," she whispered. "I can't do this alone."

He shrugged his broad shoulders. "You could have picked a much better father."

"No," Cameron protested. "I couldn't."

"Yeah, you could have." He kissed her cheek, then straightened up. "It's late, and us cripples have to get to bed early so we can be all bright eyed and bushy tailed when we harass Cuddles."

"How did you know?" Cameron asked. "How did you know I was staying?"

He smirked. "You're as predictable as Wilson." He limped away, coming back a few minutes later with a clean blanket and pillow.

"What's that for?" Cameron asked.

"I keep the apartment cold." He unfolded the blanket and handed it to her.

"Y-you want me to stay here?"

"If you don't want to..."

"No!" Cameron protested, perhaps a bit too quickly. She blushed. "I-I'd like to."

He nodded, handing her the pillow before he shuffled away. "I like my coffee black and my eggs over-easy," he informed her.

"I wondered what your motives were," Cameron retorted, pulling the blanket over herself.

He snickered and shuffled into his bedroom.

Cameron watched him limp away and the lights went out. She gazed into the darkness, suddenly feeling alone.

He quietly undressed and slipped into his bed, but he didn't fall asleep right away. Instead he listened for any sounds from the living room, where the mother of his child slept. His child... He was going to be a father...

Shit.

Cameron squirmed on the sofa. She didn't feel like she could sleep. She had too many thoughts in her brain. She was going to be a mother, House was going to be a father.