"Your late."

Cuddy stared at House, who had been standing at her office door without her taking notice. "You're early," she responded.

"I didn't realize I'm not due in until two minutes from now, thank you for pointing that out." He glanced at her desk. "I was referring to that pack of Midol under that pile of papers. Seems like it hasn't been touched all month. Just like the papers on top of it."

Cuddy's eyes filled with anger. Anger, combined with a slight tinge of fear.

"It is possible to have a painless period," she stated.

"The box of tampons in your drawer is still full."

House walked to Cuddy's desk and pulled a drawer open with his cane. Indeed, a box of tampons was inside, and only a few were missing. "Same as last month. Unless you tell me you got a DivaCup, I'll take that as a sign of a missed period."

"You looked through my drawers for my tampons?! Since when is my period any of your business?!" Cuddy yelled, slamming the drawer closed.

"I've always made it my business. But then, three weeks ago…"

"Five days late does not mean I'm pregnant, House." Cuddy interrupted.

"No, but it's a possible symptom. And you know I'd love to be a daddy," he said, sarcasm obvious in his voice.

"I am not pregnant. Go work now, and get out of my office."

House's presence persisted. "Why don't you take a test and find out before you make such a definite statement? Does it worry you that I could be the dad of your long-awaited child?"

Cuddy stared at House, exasperated. "I am perfectly capable of raising a child on my own. I don't need your help."

"Well, why not take a test?"

She sighed. "I'll take one if you go away and double your clinic hours this week."

"Are you mixing work with your personal life?" He faked being in shock, and finally said, "Okay."