Disclaimer: All characters belong to David Shore, et al. No copyright fringment is intended, so please don't sue me. I'm a poor college student who has no money anyway.
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Cuddy smiled and cooed down at her infant son that she held in her arms.
He was her miracle baby.
She reached out and gently caressed his round, chubby cheeks with her fingers. The little boy reacted by kicking his legs excitedly and reaching out to grab a hold of her hand and put it in his mouth.
She laughed as she pulled her fingers from his mouth and ran her fingers through his downy hair instead. His bright, brown eyes followed the movements of her hand until it was out of sight and he popped his own tiny fist into his mouth instead.
Cuddy moved from the chair that she was sitting in down onto a blanket spread out on her living room floor. She laid the baby down on his back as she continued to make nonsensical noises at him.
He giggled and squirmed from her touch as she tickled his tummy and his ribs.
She laughed along with him; nothing in the world sounded more beautiful than her baby's laugh. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead before moving lower and blowing raspberries on his plump tummy.
He laughed harder as he scrunched up his body, bringing his knees toward his chest. His little hands grabbed at the fine curls of hair at her temples as he continued to squirm from her touch.
Cuddy looked back up at him from his tummy and nuzzled his cheek. Nothing could beat this moment with her son; nothing could take this moment away from her.
"Dr. Cuddy?"
Images of big brown eyes, round cheeks, and pouty pink lips dissolved back into Cuddy's subconscious.
Cuddy looked up from the legal pad that she was doodling on to discover that the Chairman of the Board must have asked her a direct question.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Could you repeat that?"
For now the hospital was her baby. It may not laugh at her silly faces, and it may not rely on her. But for now, it would do.