Author note: it doesn't really matter where this happens in the show. House's 'father' never died though. This is a Huddy story. Characters not on the show were made up by me. I don't own House. Cheers x

"I can't believe it took us this long' Cuddy whispered, her stomach ballooning under her white dress. House looked a little awkward in his suit and tie, but his smile lit up his bright blue eyes.

"You may kiss the bride" and he did, a long, joyful, deep kiss that lasted as long as the applause. House's teams, old and new were standing at the front, Cameron crying, Forman whooping, Chase eying up Cuddy's 19 year old cousin, Thirteen looking slightly bored, and Taub shifting uncomfortably, pulling his wedding band up and down his finger. Wilson stood next to House and slapped him on the shoulder, leaning forward to whisper in his ear

"I think you'll have to try really hard to screw this up, House" the men smiled knowingly at each other. Blythe lurked at the back of the little church, scowling. She didn't like the idea of her son having a pregnant wife. House ignored her on their way down the aisle. It was the one day when he didn't care about what she thought at all. He had no secrets to keep.

House's father stood outside the church, waiting for his son. House spotted him and pulled Cuddy up short.

"Lisa, why is he here?" he sounded almost frightened.

"I didn't invite him"

"Gregory. I want to talk to you" no one had called him Gregory in a quarter of a century. He automatically dropped his head and moved his feet imperceptibly outwards.

"Father" House muttered. Cuddy stayed by his side, her shoulder brushing his upper arm gently. He caught a whiff of her perfume and took strength from it, standing firmer and taller.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"My wife doesn't know yet and we decided I wouldn't tell her"

"I don't really care. Boy or girl?"

"I can't say"

"Gregory" John House snapped, stepping forward, squaring up to his son. "You still haven't grown up, have you? You're still that insolent, annoying, arrogant, stupid little boy you were forty years ago! I don't know why I wasted my time coming to this failure of a wedding. It'll be over before your bastard child is one!" John House turned on his heel, his hand itching to smack House in the face. He resisted, worried about the heavy cane that his son carried. He hadn't known about his leg.

"Are you okay, House?"

"Let's go, yeah?" House murmured, gesturing towards the stretched limo that was waiting to take them to a hotel for their three day honeymoon before the birth of their child. They got in to rapturous applause that House ignored. He didn't even wait for Wilson.

"He was wrong. I'll stay with you forever, House. There's nothing your could do to make me leave"

"What if I end up like him? What if I abuse our children. Will you ignore it to protect me, or kick me out to protect them?"

"House- you would never-"

"Why not? I get into fights when I'm drunk. I'm a druggie, I'm a mess. You saw how much just seeing him affects me. I could be like him."

"I don't believe it for half a second. You will love our child. You will take care of them and love them. You will never, ever hurt them. I know you"