Welcome to my first ever fanfic! I've been patrolling this site for a while—some of you may have gotten reviews from me—but this is the first story of my very own (Yay!). Unfortunately, I haven't been able to think of anything to write about that really tickled my fancy until now. All of a sudden, as I was (and still am) sitting in my bathtub, and the light bulb flashed on (if you look hard enough, you can still see it hovering over my shoulder)…it's Mother's Day! Since TPTB have practically dropped the Cuddy baby line (don't think I didn't notice), I figured, what better a time to bring it back up again! I don't really have any ideas as to where this story will go (beyond what I'm sure will be the second chapter), so any suggestions would really be appreciated. Thanks!

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Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing on here; you'd be seeing this on television. Seriously. Duh.

"Come on Addy, honey…you can do it!" encouraged Cuddy from her hunched down position, wiggling her fingers enticingly at the small figure in the frilly pink nightgown who was valiantly trying to stay standing. Gravity, it seems, had other plans for her.

With a resounding plop, the little girl fell flat on her bottom. Instantly worried, Cuddy made a motion to go to her, but stopped almost immediately. The cry she was expecting never came. Instead, a look of consternation had appeared on the girl's face and Cuddy was unable to stifle a laugh. The girl's attention was peaked at the sound, and she turned her face towards Cuddy, the scowl deepening. "What do you expect my little cretin?" questioned Cuddy, standing up and going over to her daughter. "You sure are ambitious, trying to walk at 8 months," she cooed, the little girl reaching up to her mother to be held.

"Up." The command was simple, but its effect was profound.

"You sure sound like your Daddy," Cuddy frowned as she picked up her daughter, holding her close. Pausing for a moment, Cuddy couldn't help but look back over the past year and a half. She still couldn't believe that after trying for so long, she was finally a mother. It had been terrible. Two failed attempts, a miscarriage…at times it seemed almost surreal.

Addy's small hands worked their way into her mother's hair, wrapping around the dark curls. "Adrienne," Cuddy began, being pulled from her reverie, "no pulling Mommy's hair." Blue met blue as Cuddy's daughter looked into her eyes, the scowl suddenly gone—in its stead, an angelic, innocent smile. She carefully detangled her daughter's hands from her hair and couldn't help but smile, muttering, "You can play innocent just like your Daddy too."

Cuddy carried Addy upstairs and into the first room on the right—the nursery. As she set her daughter into her crib for her late-morning nap, she couldn't help but reminisce. After placing a kiss on Addy's forehead and smoothing down the blanket, she quietly went and sat down in the rocking chair across from the crib, pulling her robe tight around her. Back and forth she creaked, pausing occasionally to look over at her daughter. When Addy's eyes had finally closed and her breathing became slow and steady, Cuddy decided it was safe to leave her for a while. Turning on the baby monitor, she quietly exited the room, heading back downstairs for the kitchen.

Opening the door, she wasn't altogether surprised to see that the kitchen wasn't empty. She didn't need to see his broad back for her to know who it was; he was the only one who would dare to break into her place. Cuddy sat herself down on one of the barstools at the counter, letting out an audible sigh. He didn't acknowledge her in the slightest. Picking up yesterday's newspaper, she shot his back a glare and then followed his lead, ignoring him. Halfway through the first article, she took a peek over the top of the paper. Mere inches away, his eyes were boring into hers. She let out a quick, "Jeez," and glared at him, setting her paper down.

"Strawberry or banana?"

"Huh?" She looked beyond him at the mess on her counter—fresh fruit, frozen yogurt, milk.

He smirked at her, continuing, "On second hand, forget that. I'm thinking Strawberry-Banana. I know how you like it both ways." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

Exasperatedly throwing her hands in the air, she exclaimed, "It was one time in college!"

It was too late—his back was already turned to her. Huffily, she picked her newspaper back up and started reading, knowing that no matter what she said, strawberry-banana it would be. The blender roared to life and after a few minutes, her theory was proved correct when a giant strawberry-banana smoothie was pushed into her hands.

"Where's the whipped cream?" she inquired, finally discarding the paper.

"Oh, I think we should save that for later. We wouldn't want to wake the baby up," he quipped, sliding onto the stool next to her, his own strawberry-banana smoothie in his hand and face clean of all emotion.

She paused, thinking, and decided she might as well bring up the conversation they were both thinking about. "So…" she began, trying to make eye-contact with him, "does this mean you're moving in?" She took a small sip of the smoothie, surprised that it tasted pretty good, and waited for his response. Minutes passed…

Finally, he set his smoothie down onto the cool granite counter and thoughtfully replied, "When I entered into this agreement…" he stared at his hands, "I didn't think about this. I didn't think I'd be a good father or that I would even want to be an active participant in the baby's life…but now, now…" He trailed off, his eyes searching hers. Before he had the chance to resume, she had placed her hand on his, and leaning over, she had kissed him. Taking control of the situation, he kissed her back, harder, and more full of passion than he had intended. Her head began to spin as--

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

"Wha--" she began, tearing her lips from his. Suddenly, everything began to swirl and fade. Opening her eyes, she found her self lying in her bed, in her home—alone. She glared at her alarm clock before shutting it off with more force than necessary. "Shit…" she exclaimed, heaving herself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Muwahahaha. That was fun, wasn't it? So, if you all want to tell me how you liked this…I guess I'll continue based on the kind of reviews I receive. Thanks!