HI EVERYONE!

AS PROMISED, HERE IS MY SEQUEL TO "ALL IN."

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AS USUAL, THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF HUDDY, CHASE/ SOPHIE AND WILSON...

... ALONG WITH A "NEW" CHARACTER THAT YOU MIGHT REMEMBER...

SUMMARY: House struggles to be on his best behavior at work while Cuddy, pregnant with his child, is stuck at home on bedrest . Wilson, the temporary Dean of Medicine, takes a chance on a new love. Chase's ex- fiancée gives him news he never expected.

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CHAPTER 1:

"… That's… impossible," Sophie stammered.

"Apparently not," her internist, Dr. Burke, a woman in her late forties replied.

"You know that—" Sophie began.

"Yes. Which is why I did the test twice," Burke interrupted.

Sophie laughed. "Well you must have mixed up my test results with someone else's," she stated.

Dr. Burke smiled slightly.

"There is another way to confirm…" she offered.

A few moments later, Sophie was lying down on an exam table in another room, staring in complete awe at a hi- definition monitor while Dr. Burke gently probed her lower abdomen with an ultrasound transducer.

"Pretty sure I didn't mix up your UTERUS with someone else's," Burke quipped, a smile tugging at her lips.

"…Oh my god…" Sophie whispered, her eyes transfixed on the screen.

"Congratulations, Sophie," Dr. Burke told her, holding the transducer steady so both of them could see the distinctive image on the monitor of a fetus, its tiny heart beating exactly as it should be.

"You're pregnant."

PRINCETON PLAINSBORO TEACHING HOSPITAL

ONE WEEK LATER

Sophie was lying on an exam table in the office of Dr. Steven Sobol, department head of OB/ Gyn at Princeton Plainsboro teaching hospital listening to the rapid and rhythmic whooshing sound of her unborn baby's heartbeat.

"Sounds great," Sobol told her with a smile.

After a few moments, he turned off the device and wheeled over a portable ultrasound machine next to the exam table, coated the transducer with gel and placed it on her stomach.

"Looks great, too," he said.

"Wow…" Sophie whispered once again, completely overwhelmed at the sight of the image of the tiny developing fetus inside her.

"Based on the image and the date of your last period, you're already at nine weeks," Sobol said as he critically eyed the image.

Sophie furrowed her brow.

"Nine weeks? How is that possible?"

"We calculate your due date from your last period. You're already into the pregnancy two weeks by the time you conceive," he explained as he turned off the ultrasound monitor and gave her a box of tissues.

As Sophie sat up and wiped the excess gel off her stomach, she immediately remembered that it had been seven weeks since she last had sex with Chase.

Which meant it had been seven weeks since she had broken off their engagement.

As Sophie was lost in her thoughts, Sobol turned back to the counter and maneuvered his time- honored pregnancy calculator device, which looked vaguely similar to an old- fashioned slide rule.

"…Which means your due date is March 30," he stated.

Somewhere in the recesses of the back of her mind, Sophie briefly realized that she wasn't supposed to graduate from medical school until May.

But at the moment, there was only one thing that she cared about.

"What about the adhesions? Will I be able to carry the baby to full term?" she asked.

"Based on your last films and the ultrasound, you only have a couple of adhesions and they're mild," he told her with confidence.

"… and it's obvious that they didn't affect your fertility," he added.

"So I won't have to remove them?" she clarified.

"Nope. The only thing we'll have to be concerned about is if you go into pre- term labor," he replied.

Sophie nodded, trying not to worry about that for the moment.

"But besides that, there's no reason why you can't have a perfectly healthy pregnancy," he said with a shrug and a smile.

Sophie was beaming. In her wildest dreams, she never thought this would be possible.

But at the same time, there was a nagging question that had been on her mind for the last week.

"I know what you're thinking," Sobol said before she could say anything.

She laughed sheepishly. Dr. Sobol had more than 30 years of experience and was Lisa Cuddy's doctor. She had no right to doubt him.

But she couldn't help it.

"…You were just so convinced that I would never be able to get pregnant," she said, slightly embarrassed.

"I know," he said, taking a pause.

"…Guess I was wrong," he admitted, the smile never leaving his face.

At around the same time, Wilson was sitting at Cuddy's desk in her office, flipping through the giant spreadsheet of the latest update of the hospital budget in aggravation.

The surface of Cuddy's mahogany desk was completely covered with assorted forms, P.O's and his own patient files that he had been neglecting since taking over for Cuddy as Dean of Medicine five weeks ago.

He raked his hand through the front of his hair and slid his hand to the back of his neck and began to rub the tension he had accumulated there when House opened the door to Cuddy's office.

"Lunch time!" House announced.

"Nope," Wilson said flatly, squinting his eyes as he looked back down at the spreadsheet.

"C'mon it's pizza day. I'll even let you cut in front of me," he wheedled.

"Can't. I'm too busy," Wilson said as he sifted through one of the piles of papers.

House snorted and sat down on Cuddy's couch, a scowl on his face.

"We haven't had lunch together in over a month," House pointed out.

"Maybe that explains why I actually have money in my wallet," Wilson snarked.

"…I'll treat…" House offered.

At this, Wilson looked up from his work in shock, his eyebrows at the top of his forehead.

"You're bored," Wilson stated flatly.

House grunted dismissively. "I'm not bored. I've had a full schedule of cases—"

"You promised Cuddy you'd behave while she's out on maternity leave so you haven't performed any crazy tests or ordered any risky procedures so you're BORED," Wilson interrupted him.

"And miraculously, you've managed to save every patient's life without theatrics," he added smugly.

House stared at him, deadpan.

"You're right. I'm bored," he said.

"So go play your Game Boy or throw grapes at the janitor from the balcony—" Wilson muttered.

"It's a DS and I don't have any grapes," House pointed out.

Wilson let out a loud, exasperated sigh.

"Then go do something that doesn't involve standing in front of me," he told House.

"You're annoyed," House stated.

"Love how your late- breaking epiphanies always happen when I'm in the room," Wilson snarked.

House gazed at Wilson contemplatively while he continued to flip through the mess on his desk.

"How long has it been since you've had sex?" House asked.

Wilson glared at House for a brief moment and then looked back down at his work.

"And obviously I mean with another person," House clarified.

"It's not always about sex," Wilson mumbled, not bothering to look up.

"Yes it is," House argued.

"Cuddy's on bed rest. YOU'RE not having sex," Wilson pointed out.

"Boss lady takes care of her man," House assured him, to which Wilson visibly cringed, shaking his head violently to erase the image of House and Cuddy in the throes of passion.

"…I've got plenty of porn if you want to borrow—" House offered.

"NO thanks," Wilson interrupted flatly.

House turned down his lower lip. "…Ok… then it's NOT about the sex."

"You're LONELY," House amended.

Wilson didn't bother acknowledging House's comment. But House knew his friend all too well that his silence spoke volumes.

"Don't you think it's about time you started seeing someone new?" House asked.

At this, Wilson threw his hands up in disgust, slapping them on the desk.

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?! I work a twelve hour day!!" Wilson exclaimed.

House stared at him for a moment, realizing that he may have hit a nerve.

Which was fine with him.

"You don't work weekends," House reminded him as Wilson quickly went back to his work.

"And Sophie moved in with me, so it's not like I can bring someone back to the apartment," Wilson added absentmindedly as he flipped through the budget report.

"Sophie didn't stay in Princeton?" House asked, suddenly becoming more interested.

Wilson froze for a moment, realizing that he had just revealed way too much than he wanted to. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"She… figured it'd be easier to finish up school here—"

"Why didn't she get her own apartment?" House pressed.

"She's not working right now… rent's expensive—" Wilson replied vaguely.

"Sophie's very independent. The only reason she would move in with you is if she needed someone to take care of her," House pointed out.

And then, it hit him.

"She's pregnant," House said with a glint in his eyes.

It was a statement more than a question. Wilson looked up from his work once again, seeing that House had a hundred more in his mind.

He sighed. "Yes."

"Is she getting back together with Chase?" House asked.

"No. And Chase doesn't know about the pregnancy, so keep your mouth shut," Wilson told him.

A slow smile crept across House's face, realizing that a new and intriguing puzzle just fell into his lap.

"Cool," he said.

While House was interrogating Wilson, Cuddy was at home, in bed, where she had been for most of the time for the past eleven weeks.

As per Dr. Sobol's orders, Cuddy was on limited bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy. She had to spend most of her day either sitting or reclining, and for the last three weeks, she wasn't even allowed to leave the house to run errands.

But now that Sobol had cleared her after her eight week prenatal appointment, she was allowed to leave the house once every few days.

In the meantime, she had worked out a very detailed daily schedule for herself so she didn't go stir crazy.

At the moment, she was knitting a blanket that had started out as a scarf a few weeks when her cell phone rang.

She reached for her phone and smiled when she glanced at the caller ID.

"'Shut- In Central,'" Cuddy joked into the phone.

"You behaving yourself?" House asked on the other end by way of greeting.

"Yes. Are YOU behaving yourself?" she asked.

House smiled. "Yes."

House and Cuddy had had the same conversation for the past six weeks. And neither of them got tired of it.

"What's going on?" House asked.

"Vomited twice this morning," she told him brightly.

"Good," he replied.

"…And I'm still spotting," she said a bit softer after a pause.

"...How much?" he asked, staying calm.

"Same."

House nodded, inhaling as quietly as he could. Since the beginning of her third week, Cuddy had been spotting consistently.

And while it definitely unnerved him and at least ten different worst- case scenarios played out in his mind on a regular basis, he never once voiced them to Cuddy.

"You're already in your eleventh week and your eight week appointment was great. If nothing changed, then nothing's wrong," he told her confidently.

She nodded on the other end, staying calm, glancing over at the sonogram picture that Sobol had printed out for her three weeks ago.

She and House probably talked five times a day over the phone while House was at work. House called her mostly to check on her, once in a while, mixing in some hospital gossip that he knew she was craving.

And although neither of them admitted it, they both knew that Cuddy was clinging to House's reassurances about the pregnancy like a life raft.

Which is why he never told her what he was really thinking.

"So what's going on at work?" she asked, deciding not to let any of her doubts seep in.

"Sophie's pregnant," House said nonchalantly.

At first, she wasn't sure that she had heard him correctly.

"…W-what?" she finally said.

"And Chase doesn't know," he added.

"WHAT?!?!" she exclaimed.

"Gotta go," House said, his eyes brightening and his lips turning up at the corners upon picturing her shocked expression on the other end.

"Wait! You can't just leave it at that—"

"Figured that would keep you occupied for a while," he said smugly before hanging up.

A few minutes later, on her way to the cafeteria, Sophie's cell phone chimed in her pocket, indicating a text message.

She laughed as she read the text from Cuddy:

"YOU'RE PREGNANT AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!?!?"

Making a mental note to call her later, she entered the cafeteria, shoving her phone back in the pocket of her student lab coat.

But somehow she missed the pocket and the phone fell on the floor, the back of it popping off and the battery falling out.

"Shit," she muttered, bending down to pick up the three pieces of her cell phone.

But before she could grab the battery off the floor, someone else picked it up.

She looked up, her stomach rising into her throat at the sight of Chase standing in front of her, holding her cell phone battery.

She immediately cursed herself as her heart skipped a beat inside her at the sight of him.

He was gorgeous.

Wearing light yellow scrubs, a grey waffle t- shirt underneath the scrub top and sneakers, he was sporting a closely shaven goatee and his hair was decidedly shorter.

"I think you'll need this," he told her, handing her the battery with a lopsided smile.

She allowed him to place the battery in her right hand, immediately shoving her left hand in the other pocket of her lab coat, protecting the copy of her nine week sonogram picture that Sobol had printed out for her earlier that morning.

Sophie felt the hairs on the back of her neck nervously stand on end as she watched Chase pick up the rest of the phone.

"When did you cut your hair?" she asked him.

Chase stood up, holding the other two pieces of her phone.

"A few weeks ago," he replied.

She nodded, staring at him, a myriad of emotions swimming inside her, feeling as if the sonogram picture of her unborn baby was burning a hole in her pocket.

"I know, it's short," he commented with a nervous laugh as he ran his hand through the front of his hair. There were still loose locks that framed his face, but the rest of it was trimmed neatly around the nape of his neck.

"It looks good," she told him, realizing that she actually meant it.

"You look GREAT," he told her sincerely, his aquamarine eyes sparkling at her, his own heart thumping wildly in his chest.

They both stood in the middle of the cafeteria, staring at each other, the tension mounting between them.

Having no idea what else to do, Chase closed the distance between them and gave her a rather awkward hug.

She hugged him back, the smell of his clean, spicy aftershave engulfing her senses and evoking wonderful memories within her that she wasn't sure she wanted to have.

"How long have you been back?" he asked softly, reluctantly ending their hug.

"Couple days," she replied vaguely.

"So you're feeling better?" he clarified.

"Yeah," she said, remembering that she was supposed to call him after her doctor's appointment last week.

But when she had found out that she was pregnant with Chase's child, she never called him.

They continued to stare at each other uncomfortably for another few moments, saying nothing.

"Well… it's good to see you," Chase finally said.

"You too," she said with a small smile and a nod.

Chase nodded in turn, his heart aching and his stomach twisting as he began to walk past her and leave the cafeteria.

She took a deep breath, feeling as if she was about to jump into shark- infested waters.

"Rob, wait," she called after him.

He turned around with a hopeful look on his face that made Sophie dread what she was about to say .

"…Would… you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

TBC…