His back was arched over, his eyes fixed on the industrial carpet below him. The couch was lumpy, but he ignored the pain as he thought. Tapping his cane, he didn't even look up as he spoke, "I told you I would."
Cuddy looked up suddenly, keeping her fingers between the files in her hands. "What are you talking about, House?"
"The baby. Insemination. I told you I'd be your donor." House turned his eyes to watch Cuddy's reaction, taking in the minimal reaction.
Her fingers lost their grip on the papers and they fluttered to her desk. Her jaw loosened, her eyes growing wide. "I… I don't know what to say. I mean, I thought…"
"What, you don't want it anymore?" House furrowed his brow, cocking his head.
"No, no. I want a baby more than anything." Cuddy sighed, "It's just, I don't know." Standing up, she found herself walking toward her couch, toward House. "I always thought about it, but I don't want your sperm in a jar." Taking a seat next to him, she watched as he alternated glances from her to his cane, still tapping against the floor.
"You want the real thing?" He said, avoiding the look in her eyes.
"Is that such a bad thing, House?" She asked, searching his face for any sign of hope, of assurance on his face. "House?"
"You really want this don't you?"
She nodded. "I don't think I've wanted anything more."
House sighed, "You're sure." Suddenly, he stopped tapping his can and faced her.
"Please, Greg." She begged, noting the look in his eyes. Was that understanding?
"Promise me," House said, "that it won't end like last time." Slowly, he lifted his hand, pulling his fingers across her cheek.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she swallowed hard, smiling. "I promise you that."
"Then it's whatever you want." He said slowly, surely. House turned his attention back to his cane, as he picked it up and brought himself to stand. Maneuvering around the coffee table, he made his way to the double doors of her office. With a hand on the handle, he turned, "I'll be back at nine. You're riding on the bike." He glanced at her skirt, wondering how she would manage that.
Chuckling quietly to herself, she grinned, "Thank you, House."
"Save it for the bedroom."