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He waited for her to finish. Looked at her as if he knew what was coming and was daring her to say it. Just ask me. You know I'll do it, all you have to do is ask. She shook her head and turned to flee his office.
"Is that all you came up here to say?" he halted her at the door. She couldn't look at him.
"No," was all she said before swinging the door open and disappearing.
He asked an old friend earlier that day how he knew he was ready to be a father. This man who had lived his forty seven year old life like a frat boy since, well he was a frat boy, had recently discovered that fifteen years ago he impregnated a jazz musician's daughter and now that his daughter found him, he wants to be a daddy. House was skeptical. Of everything in general, but he could see this scam coming a mile away. This girl was no more his friend's daughter than Forman was House's son. And yet House could not get the way Cuddy looked at him before storming out of him office out of his head. He couldn't understand why she even wanted to have a baby. She was forty years old and unmarried. She was addicted to her career; a baby would only get in the way.
He had told her earlier that day that her sperm donor should be someone she trusted and when she replied, "Someone like you?" he scoffed at her and told her it should be someone she liked. What a bastard. But when she walked into his office she was prepared to be vulnerable, ready to admit that she trusted him more than anyone and despite daily evidence to the contrary, she really did like him. A lot. Too much. That's why she couldn't do it. She couldn't risk that he would laugh at her. Not even a child was worth that.
So here he stands on the sidewalk outside of her house watching as she methodically turns off every light except the one in her bedroom. He stepped forward and stood underneath her window. She started to undress. Jacket tossed over the back of a nearby chair, blouse and skirt dropped to the floor and kicked aside. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. House averted his eyes.
When he glanced back up, Cuddy had adorned a cream colored silk slip and was pulling back the sheets and tossing extra pillows to the foot of the bed. What was it with women and decorative pillows? They served no practical purpose and, especially in Cuddy's case, no one was granted admittance to her bedroom in order to enjoy them. House tapped on the first story window with the hilt of his cane. She jumped and peered down to the street. She knew it was him before she saw him. He had been there before. Not in a long time, but he had been there. She motioned him to the front door, and went around to meet him.
"Why can't you just come to the door and knock?" She said as she ushered him inside.
"Because then I wouldn't get to play peeping tom while you put on that smoke'n nighty."
Cuddy glanced down at her revealing nightgown and crossed her hands over her breasts.
"What are you doing here?"
"You were going to ask me to have this baby with you." After an awkward silence, she opened her mouth to refute but he stopped her with a finger to her lips.
"That wasn't a question," he said, "you were going to ask me. You lost your nerve earlier, that's why I'm here. To give you another chance." He dropped his hand. They were silent; standing facing one another in her foyer.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Why not?"
"You told me to ask someone I like."
"I was being glib."
"House—"
"We can do this. For whatever strange reason, you want a child in your life. Even stranger than that, I feel compelled to help you."
"House—"
"We've known each other a long time. I'm the only rational choice."
"Greg." This stopped him. "You can't be my donor; it would complicate things too much. You're right I should do this with someone that I like, and I can't like you."
"That's a bunch of bull."
"No it's not. When I hired you I had to decide whether or not I was going to be your friend or your boss. I can't be both. You manipulate people. As your boss I have learned to deal with that character flaw; as your friend it hurts."
He glanced at the floor, and she let her hands drop to her sides before breezing past him and swinging the door open.
"Goodnight," she said.
"I only manipulate you when I'm trying to save someone's life." Cuddy nodded, she could think of one or two occasions to refute this but she wasn't up for a debate tonight. "Okay," he said.