A/N: So here we go. This is the third and final story in the Homecoming trilogy. Things is gonna get cray cray, yo!

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Chapter One

September 1, 2007

"I'm pregnant and the baby is James'," Hilary said to Cameron as they sat at the kitchen table in GG's cabin. She rubbed a hand over her face. "I took a pregnancy test and then went to see the doctor yesterday. I'm at six weeks. I'm due at the end of March."

Cameron stared at her, her mouth hanging open. Closing her eyes, she shook her head slightly and snapped her mouth shut. "What did Wilson say?"

Hilary bit her lip. "I haven't told him. I don't know how to tell him. What if he wants to get married? He's got a shitty track record when it comes to marriage and I don't want to get married again just because I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do."

"Well, he's going to figure it out when you start showing," Cameron told her. "I think he'll be a good father."

"Yeah, I do, too. Damn! We should have used a condom!"

Cameron looked down at her mug of coffee. "Do you want to have an abortion?"

"I've had three. I can't go through that again. I just can't. Besides, I love James and I want to be with him."

Cameron nodded.

"What about you and Greg?"

"We haven't talked about it. I haven't even thought about it, myself."

"Well, be sure to use a condom, then," Hilary sighed.

Cameron reached out and placed her hand over Hilary's. "You know that if you need anything…."

Hilary nodded. Then she smiled slightly. "Will you tell James?"

Cameron snatched her hand away. "No way. I'll throw you a baby shower, help you pick out baby stuff, and be there when you have the baby but I'm not telling Wilson."

"Tell Wilson what?" House asked sleepily as he came into the kitchen.

"Want some coffee?" Cameron asked as she got up.

"Coffee and food in that order," he responded rubbing his hand over his face. He wore striped pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt. His hair stood out at odd angles and there were sheet creases on his left cheek. "Tell Wilson what?"

"He's not going to let it go," Cameron sighed as she poured coffee into a mug, stirred in some sugar and handed it to him as he sat down.

Hilary took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. James is the father."

House sat with his coffee mug halfway to his mouth staring at nothing. Both women looked at him with concern.

"Did you hear me?" HIlary asked.

He closed his eyes tightly. "I did. I just wish I hadn't. It put bad pictures in my head that I can't unsee." He opened his eyes and slurped his coffee. "When did he knock you up?"

"Six weeks ago. We had sex-"

"NO!" House shouted. He tapped his head. "Bad pictures. Can't unsee. Bad." He looked at Cameron. "Do I smell pancakes and bacon?"

She looked confused. "No…"

"Could I smell pancakes and bacon?"

She chuckled and began pulling ingredients out of the pantry and refrigerator. House looked at Hilary.

"What did Wilson say when you told him?" he asked.

"I haven't told him yet."

"Oh, ho, ho, ho!" House chuckled. "I wanna be there when you tell him. The look on his face will be priceless."

"Greg," Cameron said as she stirred pancake batter. "This is between Hilary and Wilson. We're staying out of it."

"Spoilsport." He looked back at Hilary. "I'm assuming you're keeping it?"

"Of course."

House nodded. "Mazel Tov." He watched Cameron flip pancakes then a sly look crossed his face. "I don't suppose you'd video his reaction when you tell him?"

Hilary looked at him in shock.

"Greg," Cameron said without turning around. "Stop, or no bacon for you."

"Fine. Luckily for you I love bacon," he told Hilary with a waggle of his brows.

After breakfast, House went back to bed and Cameron went for a jog. Hilary summoned all her courage and called Wilson. She asked him to meet her at her apartment and he agreed.

During the drive to her place she rehearsed different ways of telling him. She saw his car in the parking lot when she pulled in. She nodded and smiled at the doorman. Then she stopped and checked her mailbox. Finally, she entered the elevator and went up to the penthouse apartment. When she stepped out into the short hallway, she saw Wilson leaning against the wall beside her front door.

"Hi," he smiled as she approached.

"I'm pregnant and you're the father," she blurted out.

Wilson opened and closed his mouth several times. He looked sucker-punched and all the color drained from his face.

"I've been to the doctor and I'm six weeks along. It happened that night in the billiards room." She looked at him and when he didn't say anything, she became angry and defensive. "I'm not having an abortion! And you helped create this baby! I don't want you to marry me. Just say SOMETHING!"

"Are you done?" he asked softly.

Tears filled her eyes as she nodded. He pulled her into a tight embrace. "I never thought I'd be a father. I'm thrilled to be having a baby with you. And I don't want to get married again. I suck as a husband but I will be with you as long as you'll have me."

Hilary hugged him tightly. "Do you want to come in?"

He pulled back and smiled at her. "Of course."

She unlocked the door and they entered the apartment. "Oh, Greg and Allison know. I didn't know how to tell you. Greg wanted to come just to see your reaction."

"Of course he did. Next he'll want us to name the baby after him."

She sat down next to him on the couch.

"Are you really happy?" she asked. "You're not freaked out? I was when I realized I was pregnant so it's okay if you are."

"The thought of being responsible for another life is a little daunting but I'm up for it if you are," he told her.

She launched herself into his arms and he held her tightly.

"When are you telling Greg that you know?" she asked.

"Oh, I think once his jetlag wears off he'll call me," Wilson laughed. "For now, I just want to take you to bed."

"Oh, that sounds heavenly."

With their arms wrapped around each other, they went into her bedroom and closed the door.

"Did you set up the appointments to check out the houses?" Cameron asked as she came to bed and pulled the covers up over her.

"Yeah. Tomorrow morning at ten we're seeing the first one. It's my least favorite of the three we narrowed down. If we love the third one, which is my first choice, then we won't have to look at anymore."

"Good plan," she smiled at him as she snuggled closer.

"That's why they pay me the big bucks," he said as he reached over and turned out the light.

"Speaking of big bucks, we still need to hire more doctors and a hospital administrator."

"Already on it. Resumes are on the coffee table in the living room. Wilson will come over and the three of us can go through them. He suggested hiring a male and I agree."

Cameron nodded. "It would certainly be a nice change after working under Cuddy the last few years. Just as long as whoever it is isn't anything like Vogler."

House rolled his eyes. "Not a chance."

"You have to know that whoever we get will no doubt be aware of your reputation."

"That's the fun part."

"House," Cameron said with an exasperated tone, and a look of warning, "we need someone to run the hospital. Don't do anything that would scare them from wanting the job. We could make it a great hospital, bigger than PPTH if we take our time and make sure we have the right staff."

"We will. We'll put the word out to the best specialists in the country, and see who jumps at the chance."

"Why not include Canada?"

House shrugged. "Isn't it hard for a Canadian to work in the States?"

"Not as hard if he or she is officially offered a job. There's some red tape, of course, but it goes a lot smoother if they actually have a specialty and a job lined up in writing."

"Hmm, good point. I guess it can't hurt. There are some brilliant doctors in the Great White North."

"Yes there are. It's not a teaching hospital like PPTH so we have more control over who we hire."

"Mhm," House murmured, his eyes already closed. He was falling asleep and Cameron smiled, lightly kissed his cheek and then settled into sleep.

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