"You knocked her up!"

House frowned at his friend.

"I didn't mean to. Besides, we found out that Chase gave her some herbal tea about two months ago and mixed crushed drugs with it so she'd feel better. Apparently she never took any medicine in case she did decide to have sex. Chase did the Chase thing and while putting two and two together came up with 'huh'."

Wilson leaned back in his chair and looked at him carefully.

"So what's going to happen?"

"That's what we talked about at lunch."

Cameron and House sat at the table in the small Italian restaurant he sometimes snuck off to when he was avoiding Cuddy. She had gotten a half a ham sandwich and some soup and he got his reuben. She was mindlessly pushing her spoon around in the soup and staring down into nothing. He cleared his throat.

"Now that this is sufficiently awkward, are you going to keep it?"

Her head shot up. "I don't believe in abortion. Did you want me to get one because I'm not-"

"No, I didn't," he interrupted. "I just needed to know what you wanted."

She shook her head and lowered her gaze back to the table again.

"What are we going to do? You don't even like me."

He rolled his eyes. "Obviously I was going to ask you here even if you hadn't told me I was procreating. I have some interest in you otherwise I wouldn't have been banging you for the last three months."

She gave him a small smile. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

Her smile got a little bigger, and then fell.

"We don't even live together. How are we going to raise this baby together?"

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She noticed this and raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing!" he denied.

"What?!"

He sighed. "I do have an extra room. We could turn it into a nursery."

Her wyes widened. "Are you sure? I mean, that's a big commitment and you're not exactly known for sticking with things."

"I don't know," he told her, frustrated. He swept a hand over his hair. "I just know that I won't have this baby living away from me and I want to see this through. I'm not asking marriage, just living arrangements."

She nodded and took a small bite of her sandwich.

"My lease is up in about three weeks."

"I have several doctors who would love nothing more than to kiss my ass for a better position on my team."

"Excellent," she smiled.

Wilson roared with laughter.

"Is that why your interns are taping boxes together right now?"

House grinned and twirled his cane.

"That was voluntary."

"You know you're going to have to give Cuddy a warning," Wilson warned. "She'll want to know why you're going to be down in the ER so much and why you're skipping clinic duty to see your baby's mother. She'll also want to know that there's going to be another one of you running around. I think she has her hands full enough with you already."

House pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. It was white and pink with 'Baby House' painstakingly written across it in pink lettering. Wilson's mouth dropped.

"When did you get that? Did you write that yourself? You want a girl? Is it a girl?"

"After I dropped her back of at the hospital, yes, yes but I told her a boy, and we don't know yet. She's only two months along."

He looked down at the bottle. "Think she'll like it?"

"I think she'll be very reassured and right now, that's the best gift you can give her."

Two old friends looked at each other. Wilson shook his head.

"I'm not changing diapers."

"Neither am I."

Both of them laughed and he stood up and grabbed his cane.

"Have to find the little woman. I'll see you later."

Wilson waved him out the door and after he was sure that House couldn't hear him, muttered "You are so screwed. This is going to be hilarious."

House hobbled down to the lunch room and spotted Cameron sitting at a table nursing a cup of tea. Her lab coat was hanging on the back of her chair so as he was walking over to her, he dropped the bottle into her pocket. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice until he sat down across from her. She smiled at him.

"Hey."

"Hey," he replied. "So the interns are putting boxes together and they should be done by the time you're ready to leave. Tomorrow's Saturday so do you want to move all of your crap in on Sunday?"

"That's kind of fast, don't you think?"

House frowned. "Well I don't want the interns to get bored. If you insist, then they can do it next week but remember, the longer you wait, the less of them there'll be. And then I'd have to enlist the help of Chase and Foreman."

She laughed and shrugged. "I'll wait until next week anyway. I need some time to pack and some time to process all of this."

He nodded.

"I'll leave you to your tea then. Stop by the classroom when you're done with work and get the boxes. I have a meeting with a blow up doll."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Blow up doll?"

He gave her his 'duh' look. "Cuddy. Unfortunately, unlike a real blow up doll, she talks back."

At her giggle, he turned around and made his way towards Cuddy's office. After a moment, she stood up and grabbed her lab coat. Noticing it was a bit heavier; she reached into the pocket and pulled out the baby bottle. She traced the lettering and smiled.

"A boy. That liar."

House arrived in his usual standard to Cuddy's office; a smack of the door, a gush of wind, and an evil laugh. Cuddy wasn't even moved.

"Yes?"

House took a seat in one of her chairs and put his feet up onto the other one.

"I'm going to be a dad."

Cuddy looked up at him, unmoved. "Did you donate sperm and one of them find its way back to you in the form of a child?"

Thoughtfully, House replied "No."

"Then I fail to see how you're going to be a father because no woman in their right mind would let you have sex with her unless you paid her…him…it."

He rolled his eyes and stared at her. Her eyes widened and she gaped like a fish.

"You're serious? Who is it?"

"I was abducted and an alien Martian told me I was to 'do' her."

At Cuddy's eye roll he became more serious.

"Cameron."

"Cameron! How's she taking this?"

"We're moving in together and trying to make this work. I'm going to need off for doctor's appointments and I want you to contact that prenatal doctor from New York."

Cuddy nodded. "Consider it done. I'll even let you have off of clinic duty those days too."

"I don't want this getting out until she's ready to tell everyone."

"You're taking this surprisingly well," Cuddy remarked. "I would have expected you to sit in your office with your blinds down while sulking. Oh wait, you do that anyways."

"True," House nodded. "But now I can't come see you dance around that pole in those extremely skimpy outfits. Sorry, but I have a real girl now. Inflatable's won't cut it now."

He gave a pointed glance down at her chest and she pointed towards the door.

"Out."

He opened the door and yelled "FINE! I WON'T GO TO YOUR NAUGHTY PARTIES ANYMORE. NO MORE MISTER NAUGHTY MAN FOR YOU!"

He limped down the hallway and smiled at himself.

Cameron knocked on the door to the classroom and poked her head in. House motioned her in and pointed towards the millions of moving boxes that the interns had taped. All of the interns stared at her as she came in.

"Why did we have to put together all of these boxes?" Bitch asked.

House rolled his eyes at her. "I can't send for my Bohemian brides without proper transportation now, can I?"

Cameron smiled at the gang.

"I'm moving."

"So do your own boxes." Bitch replied. "We're here to be doctors, not movers."

Cameron frowned and crossed her arms. "Then I guess you shouldn't have come to Dr. House. Besides, he won't let me do anything strenuous in my condition."

Number 13 raised an eyebrow. "Condition?"

House poked at Cameron's stomach.

"My prodigy is in there."

Everyone's mouth dropped.

"You got her pregnant?"

"Why does everyone assume I always got you pregnant? You were a part of it too," House complained to Cameron. She smiled and pushed his cane away.

"That's because I'm better looking. Thanks you guys. Much appreciated."

She grabbed a few boxes and took them out to her car.

"Differential diagnosis," African Morman began, "For blushing, wide eyes, and insanity to let House touch her."

Number 13 smiled.

"Love."

After a moment, the interns watched as House grabbed a box and followed Cameron, a small smile on his face.

Love.

Author's Note: If you love it, let me know. If you hate it, let me know. Peace -Amanda