This is the last of the Trilogy and I strongly recommend reading the first two parts: first, "When One Door Opens" which introduces Debra, House's cousin; and second, "Another Door Closes." If you don't, you will be lost with who's who and who's married to whom and who had who's baby. :o)

I have worked on this all day today, thinking I wouldn't have anything for a few weeks. Well, I lied! wink

Admittedly this chapter WILL be confusing at first but the explanation will soon be revealed so just keep reading, and reread if you need to. lol

Again, thanks for all the previous reviews and I hope you enjoy this one.

Remember, PLEASE don't throw red and white BIG tennis balls at me:o) Steph

Chapter One

Daddy sat in his kitchen, sitting on the small table and had just brought the green-pea mush-laced spoon of baby food to the baby's lips and he eagerly opened his mouth. The spoon tilted and as the food spilled into Junior's mouth his lips puckered, his head shook and he smacked his lips.

"I know it's nasty, buddy," Daddy said lovingly as he puckered his face at the baby. "You'll like the peach mush better, I promise." His voice rose and lowered in tone as he made a funny face and Junior giggled.

"Hurry up! They're going to be here any minute!" he called out to the empty room.

"Alright! Alright! I'm just starting to dry my hair! Shouldn't you take the beef nibblets out of the oven?" she screamed from the bathroom as the dryer started to hum.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Daddy looked at the baby and smiled. "Your Mommy can be sooo bossy, can't she?" Again, Junior cooed.

Daddy quickly stood, took the pan out of the oven and set it on the stove top then returned to finish feeding the baby. Just as he gave Junior the last of the peach mush he promised, Mommy walked into the kitchen and stood in the doorway waiting for her family's approval.

Daddy looked up at her and smiled then looked at Junior. "Wow, doesn't your mommy look sexy?"

Junior looked at his mother and waved his arms in the air as if he were tickled pink he'd finished his whole lunch, not that his Mommy was sexy. Daddy wiped Junior's face clean, pulled back the high chair, loosened the tray and picked him up. He walked to his wife, pausing just a foot away and gave her a warm kiss. He proceeded into the baby-toy infested living room and put Junior in the playpen, grabbing his favorite toy and handed it to him.

When Daddy stood up and turned around, his wife stood watching them with a contended smile on her face. She took a few steps to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and said, "See! I told you you'd be a good father."

Just then the doorbell rang and they broke their embrace.

"Cousin Greg and Allison are here, Gregory!" Debra said elated.

She bounced to the door and enthusiastically swung the door open and for a split second was a little disappointed it wasn't them but a smile swiftly crossed her lips and she welcomed her guests into the apartment.

"Eric, Wendy, Bobby!" she said gleefully as she gave them quick hugs then closed the door. She noticed the smirk on Chase's face and teased, saying, "I know you don't like that. But when you are here, you're Bobby; House rules."

"You're not a House anymore," Foreman defended his coworker.

"I know, whatever," Debra laughed. "Come in. Jim just fed Gregory so he should be ready for his…"

She wasn't able to retain the attention of her visitors as the two men walked to the playpen, shook hands with Wilson and talked with the baby. Debra looked at Wilson and they smiled happily at each other, as proud parents should.

Chase picked up Gregory, played with his fingers and said, "You've gotten so big! I can't believe you are just six months old!"

"Yeah, you'll be up and walking around and knocking things off tables and…" Foreman stated to say but Wilson cut him off.

"Bite your tongue! Our son will be perfect."

"Hey, can I get you guys something to drink?" Debra offered as their guests sat down.

Chase beamed as he talked and bounced Gregory on his knee. Chase had grown very attached to Gregory, even though they only got a chance to see him in their office when Debra brought him by when she and House went to lunch.

A few minutes later she brought out two bottles of beer and a coke for Wilson. The four adults sat on the couch waiting for the others to arrive as they talked about what the baby had been up to lately.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER…

"What is it?! What it is?! How is it, what is it?" Debra asked urgently as Dr. Truong said the baby was out and they were just clearing its nose and throat of the amniotic fluid. Wilson was with her the whole time, holding her hand and giving her his support. They both smiled, cried and kissed the other when they heard the baby cry out with strong lungs. House slightly moved the top of the mask he wore to wipe the tear that had fallen out and used it to dry it. Heaven forbid Debra and Wilson see me cry.

But it was too late; Debra had turned to look at him and saw him wipe the tear and saw his tear-soaked eyes. She smiled at him sweetly and he winked back at her.

Dr. Truong held the baby and was about to lift it over the curtain to show her when the anesthesiologist cried out that her blood pressure was falling and she needed to get it back up. Dr. Truong quickly handed the baby to a nurse and stepped back so the nurse could further ascertain her condition. House took a step toward the table but then stopped.

"Jimmmm, wha' izzz…" Debra closed her eyes and rapidly fell unconscious.

HOUSE MD HOUSE MD HOUSE MD

After ten agonizing minutes, Dr Truong was able to find the bleed, cauterized it and relaxed before continuing to finish what he'd started. Both House and Wilson were holding their breath until they heard the anesthesiologist say her vitals had stabilized; they simply forgot to breath. House looked up at the observation lounge when he saw movement and saw Cuddy and Cameron looking down on them, both wearing relieving smiles.

Several hours later…

Soft moaning reverberated from the hospital bed and Wilson lifted his head from his crossed arms beside his wife. Her head was slowly moving away from him then came back, still moaning and licked her lips from her cotton-dry mouth. Remnants of a dried tear streaked from the inside of her eye to the crook of her nose.

"Debra, Deb…" Wilson whispered as he brushed her hair away from her cheek.

"Jjj…wha…" she mumbled as she tried to open her eyes but couldn't; they felt glued shut.

"You're fine, baby. The baby's fine."

"Nnnn, yeah…but I…" she continued to whimper as she forced herself to wake up fully. She didn't understand what had happened to her and why she was still…alive.

"Deb, get some sleep; just relax."

"Jjjj…I died…no sleep…wha'…" she whispered, still confused.

Wilson cringed when he heard her say she had died and it killed him. Wilson had prepared himself as to what he was going to tell her but wanted her more aware of her surroundings so she could take it all in.

"No, honey. I'll explain later…rest now."

"Nooo, tell m' wha' happen'd," she insisted.

Wilson buried his face in her neck and rested his head against her shoulder for a brief moment before he raised his head and looked into her eyes, running his thumb over her cheek. He felt it was okay to give her a shortened version at the moment just to calm her down. He told her what happened right as the doctor was going to show her the baby and she fell unconscious.

"Bu'…no…" she mumbled as she finally forced her eyes open and looked at Wilson for the first time. "I mean, I had the baby and saw him and we named him but my heart couldn't take it and I died…" She had to stop to catch her breath because she was starting to overexert herself.

Wilson leaned in and placed her head in the palm of his hand and rubbed his cheek against hers. He knew she wouldn't let it go and had to tell her more than he wanted to.

"No, baby. Your heart did stop beating from the sudden loss of blood but they brought you back after half a minute."

Debra couldn't retain all the information Wilson was telling her because her death was so real to her, so frightening real to her. She looked at him, a tear falling from the corner of her eye down to her ear, and said, "But the baby is okay?"

Wilson let out a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, he's beautiful; Gregory Evan is healthy. And you're beautiful."

Her face beamed when he told her he named him Gregory. She had never mentioned that name but he knew how important House was to her and he knew it was something she'd want. He hated the fact that the baby's initials were GEW, which is basically pronounced the same as his own initials: JEW.

Debra weakly smiled, closed her eyes and said, "No, no. He was supposed to be named after you, Gregory James. But, I like it. Can Greg still be his Godfather?"

"Uh, I'm not sure. You think it's a good idea?" he asked seriously but then laughed.

"Yes, I think it's a great idea."

They held each other for several minutes before Debra grew drowsy. "I love you, James."

"I love you too, baby."

By early the next morning, Debra was awake and able to sit up in the bed with just minimal pain. She smiled when she saw Wilson sleeping in the empty bed beside her; he wanted to be near her for when she woke up again. Of course when he woke up she would insist, which Wilson would crumble to her pleas to tell her more of what happened, which he did.

But before then, she lay awake trying to piece together the dream, hallucination – whatever it was. It just didn't make sense to her. But it finally dawned on her: her fear of dying, or the baby dying, had indeed penetrated her psyche when she lost consciousness, or during the time she was clinically dead.

But there was one question remaining: Did House really tell her Cameron was pregnant and she would indeed be bringing Gregory a cousin to play with?

BACK IN DEBRA AND WILSON'S APARTMENT…

The doorbell rang again and Debra was in the middle of telling Foreman and Chase the story when Gregory first peed on his father and Wilson eagerly stood and headed for the door.

"Saved by the bell!" he said as he opened the door.