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Cameron left Foreman's office. Her head was spinning. When she got pregnant, she had just assumed the baby was Brad's. The likelihood that the baby was Chase's was so miniscule that she didn't even consider it until her daughter was born. When her baby girl opened her eyes, she found herself looking at eyes she had seen a million times before: Chase's gorgeous blue eyes with slight hints of green. In that moment, she knew that her daughter was Chase's daughter. She kept hoping they would change as she got older but instead they grew much brighter and familiar with each passing day. Her then-fiance was sweet and incredibly clueless, but as Riley grew, he realized that she not share his brown eyes or her mother's green. He also began to realize that Riley didn't share any of his traits. When she was six months old, he left, convinced that she had been cheating on him and Riley wasn't his. She hadn't seen him since. For a while they were on their own, she convinced herself that Chase was better off, but after House's funeral and Riley getting sick, she realized that her baby girl needed her dad.

Halfway on her way back to Riley's room, Chase came around the corner pushing Riley in a wheelchair. She was clutching her bear in one hand and a sucker in the other.

"Hey, sweetie," Cameron said quickly wiping away the tears that had begun to form.

"Riley here was so brave that I had to reward her with a lollipop," Chase said with a proud smile.

"Good job," Cameron said with a smile, looking at her daughter before falling into step with Chase.

"How is she?" She asked Chase.

"MRI and CT…"

"No SPACESHIP!" Riley yelled from the wheelchair, turning to face them.

"She was scared so I told her to pretend it was a spaceship and she was an astronaut," Chase said with a chuckle. Cameron grinned. Chase may never forgive her, but he was at least going to be an amazing father.

"The SPACESHIP results were clear. So I was thinking some more blood work and a spinal tap. At this point we think whatever it is was likely brought on by her chicken pox" Chase continued.

"Okay…" Cameron said, digesting the news. She didn't want to think about more needles, but if it would help her daughter, it was worth it. "So when do we do this?"

"Dr. Park and Dr. Adams are waiting in her room. We'll do blood work first then the spinal tap, then we wait for the results."

Cameron nodded, following Chase. Now more than ever she hoped that things would go well and she could

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Several hours later, Chase's fellows walked into the room with Riley's test results. Riley was asleep and Cameron had her arms wrapped around her. She had begun to doze off. Chase and Foreman were sitting on the couch. The three of them had been catching up as a way to take her mind off of things.

Chase looked at them, "If it's bad news I don't wanna wake her." He said softly.

"Wake her," his fellow said, handing him the test results.

"Allison," Chase said softly. Cameron stirred and slowly sat up.

"We have Riley's test results," Cameron sat up more abruptly. "And?" She asked nervously, tightening her arms around her sleeping daughter.

"It appears that Riley has acute cerebellar ataxia likely brought on by her chickenpox. We can treat her symptoms and with the help of a little physical therapy, she should be better and walking in a few months." Chase said with a grin. This really was one of the better outcomes and Cameron's daughter would be better soon.

"Really?" Cameron asked excitedly. "Thank you!" She jumped up and hugged him. "Thank you," She whispered in his ear again.

Chase grinned before turning to his fellows again. "Adams. Get the discharge paperwork ready. Park, go see if we have any wheelchairs Riley's size. And I'll go contact the best physical therapist we have." He flashed Cameron a grin and left.

"You have to tell him," Foreman told her sternly. "I'll watch her," Her said softly, gesturing to Riley.

Cameron nodded and followed Chase to his office.

"Robert!" She called out opening the door.

Before Chase could open his mouth, she blurted: "Riley's your daughter."

Chase stood still with his mouth gaping open, searching for words.

"I had no idea until she was born. That's why Brad left, we both knew she wasn't his. I should've told you sooner, I was just scared" She said softly, looking into his eyes for a reaction.

"I… I don't even know what to say…. I can't believe you! You LEFT me after you said we'd get through it TOGETHER. I signed the divorce papers because it was what you wanted, and then you go and lie to me about something like this?" His voice began to rise, he was growing angrier and angrier.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I've wanted to tell you a million times, but now you know"

"Allison, you're going to accept whatever job Foreman offered you. You're going to move into my extra bedroom with Riley. And you are going to change her last name to Chase. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go oversee our daughter's discharge." He said before storming out. Cameron stood for a second, feeling the tears begin to well up. But then she pulled herself together, Chase finally knew, her daughter would finally have a dad. She was going to spend the rest of her life trying to make it up to him.

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Later that night, Cameron left the guest room in Chase's apartment. She had finally gotten Riley to go to sleep.

"How is she?" Chase asked her.

"Pretty exhausted, but she's asleep," Cameron said.

"Good. Tomorrow, we can drop her at the hospital daycare before work. Dr. Hartford said he can do her physical therapy there."

"Okay, great," Cameron said, sitting down on the couch and putting her head in her hands.

Chase handed her a glass of water, "You look exhausted. You should get some sleep, big day tomorrow," he said softly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," She said taking the water and slowly standing up.

"Robert," she said, turning around. "It's Tuesday. I love you."

"I know." Chase said looking at her. "Good night, Allison."