Eight weeks

Chase went straight to the bedroom to lay down when the two doctors got home, and House went through to the kitchen. He found a bottle of ginger ale in the cupboard and grabbed that and a glass along with the other things he'd picked out. He carried everything through to the bedroom, struggling with his cane, and dropped everything onto the bedside table, sitting down by the Australian.

"Hey. You should try and eat something." Chase didn't move from the ball he was curled up in and House could see his shoulders shaking. He lay down beside the blonde and pulled him into his arms. "It's ok; everything's going to be ok. Shh."

Chase gradually uncurled, wrapping one of his arms around House, the other hand was resting on his abdomen. "I'm not getting rid of it," he mumbled after a while.

House smoothed the blonde hair back from his face, gently pushing Chase's head back and forcing him to meet his eyes. "You need to think about this, not just make a decision while you're emotional."

Chase nodded. "I know."

"Here. Drink some of this. Try eating a few crackers or something." House poured some of the ginger ale into a glass and passed it to him. Chase managed to force some food down without bringing it back up, and the drink helped settle his stomach. House grabbed himself something to eat and after a while they were both lying in bed together. "So, how are you feeling?"

Chase turned his head to look at House. "Better than I have been." He reached a hand under the covers and trailed his hand down House's stomach to his groin.

House growled, gripping Chase's wrist in his hand. "Don't start something you can't finish Princess, you sure you feel up to this?"

"After what you did to me in the hospital? Yes."

House grinned despite all the worry of the day. "Well then…" House rolled on top of the blonde. "Let's do something about that."

~[HC]~

House shut the alarm off quickly in the morning, trying not to wake Chase. The blonde stirred as House pulled away from him but simply rolled over and grabbed a pillow to hold instead. House rolled his eyes at his lover before he slipped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. They'd both had the day off yesterday but were expected back at work today, however House was determined to get the blonde to stay at home for at least a few days to get some rest and try and start eating again – he'd clearly lost weight which was bad even before taking the baby into consideration.

The older man showered before wrapping a towel around his waist and going through to the kitchen to get coffee and some Ibuprofen. While he was sat at the table sipping the hot drink he heard padding footsteps behind him and turned to see Chase. "Why didn't you wake me?" Chase asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"You need to rest. Take a few days off."

"I'm fine, I slept the whole night. I feel loads better."

"Ok. You eat and keep down breakfast, and you can go to work. If you don't, I'll lock you in the bedroom."

"Our bedroom doesn't lock."

"Huh. I'll tie you to the bed then."

Chase waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I don't think either of us would be going to work if you did that."

"What, you don't think I can resist you?"

"Nope."

"Pff. What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm. Pickles and ice cream…" Chase said, with a dreamy look on his face, but he couldn't stop his laughter when he saw House's face. "I'm taking the piss. Toast. I'll make it." Chase popped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster. "Want some?"

"I'm good."

"You should eat as well."

"I've not been throwing up for a week." Chase continued to grouse as he got a plate from the cupboard and put the dry toast on it, chewing slowly. "You want a drink?" House asked, standing next to him, leaning against the counter. Chase nodded, and plucked the half full cup of coffee that House was drinking out of his hands, taking a sip. "Hey. Thief," he said, taking the drink back and pouring Chase his own.

Eventually Chase finished the toast and had drunk the cup of coffee House had given him. "Happy?"

House rolled his eyes. "Fine. Go get ready. And don't think I won't hear if you throw up."

40 minutes later they were on their way to the hospital.

~[HC]~

"I'm going to keep it," Chase told House on the way home from work.

House glanced at the young man. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Unless you… Do you want me to get rid of it?"

"I want you to be happy." House glanced at him once more. "But don't tell anyone I said that."

Chase smirked slightly, rolling his eyes. "We're going to have a baby." He grinned. "I didn't even believe it was possible. I mean, I've heard rumours about men getting pregnant by some miracle or other, but I just assumed it was some nut case stirring things up."

There was a small silence before either of them spoke again. "Boy or girl?" House asked.

"Huh?"

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

Chase smiled. "I don't know. I'm a bit scared to be thinking that far ahead at the moment."

"Yeah. Me too."

"I guess if I could choose I'd like a boy. But then you'd probably corrupt him before he was able to speak and by the time he could walk we'd have a little guy running round causing chaos." House smirked. "So maybe a girl would be good. How about you?"

"A boy. And then maybe I could get you pregnant again and we could have a girl."

House laughed at the look of horror on Chase's face.

~[HC]~

Chase sat in Wilson's office while House was in the clinic. "Have you decided what you want to do?" Wilson asked.

Chase nodded. "I'm keeping it. House actually seems kind of pleased about it. Or at least as pleased as House can be."

Wilson smiled. "Are you sure? We don't know how risky this could be, and no one here really knows anything about male pregnancies."

"I'm sure. I can't kill it."

"Ok. We should set you up an appointment with an Obstetrician and-"

"No. I don't want anyone else knowing until it's absolutely necessary. Can't you do the check ups?"

"I'm not a specialist Chase…"

"I know. But you studied Obstetrics, didn't you?"

"Well, yes. For a while."

"So you could do it?"

"I…"

"Please?"

Wilson sighed in defeat. "Ok. I'll do the check ups. On the understanding that if I think there's any abnormality – besides the obvious – or anything wrong, then we get a specialist in."

Chase smiled. "Fine. Thanks, James."

"Hmm."

"I'd better get going, House will have finished up in the clinic soon."

"Ok. Look after yourself, Robert," Wilson said seriously.

~[HC]~

"Has anyone seen Chase?" House asked as the rest of the team gathered in the diagnostics office.

Foreman and Taub shook their heads. "I saw him in the cafeteria a few minutes ago, I'll go and get him." Thirteen said, turning around and going back out of the door.

She made her way quickly down the stairs and to the cafeteria and met Chase going in the opposite direction, looking pale and miserable. "House was looking for you," she told him before looking at him more closely. "Are you ok?"

"Mm hmm. Just feel a bit sick," he mumbled. "What did House want?"

"I think we've got a case. You should sit down for a minute."

"No I'm fine, we shouldn't keep House waiting." They kept walking along the corridor but Chase was looking worse. Thirteen grabbed his arm and yanked him into an empty room.

"Sit down," she ordered, pointing towards the bed, and she grabbed an emesis basin, thrusting it towards him. "House can wait, you look awful." She sat next to him on the bed. "What's wrong, are you ill?"

Chase shook his head. "Must just be something I ate," he said softly. Suddenly he was off the bed and running through to the toilet. Thirteen could hear him throwing up, and she debated whether to leave him to it or go and see if he was ok.

She went and stood by the door, trying to allow him some privacy and to keep at least a little dignity. "Do you want me to get you anything?" she asked softly.

"Could you see if there's any ginger ale in the cafeteria?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse. "If not, just some water."

"Sure. I'll be right back." Thirteen grabbed a bottle of the soda, paying quickly and ignoring the looks she got as she ran back out of the room. As she was on her way back to Chase she got a page from House.

Found him?

She sent him back a quick reply. He's not well.

The second page came through almost immediately. Where is he? She was back at Chase's room by then, and she walked in to find Chase back on the bed. She handed him the drink. "Here. House is asking where you are, should I tell him?"

Chase nodded. Thirteen sent another message to House, letting him know what room they were in and it was a matter of minutes before they heard the approaching thump of his cane. The older man took one look at Chase and shook his head. "You should go home. Why didn't you call me?"

"Didn't want to worry you," Chase said, looking sleepy.

"You're stupid. I'm taking you home." House turned to Thirteen who was looking slightly awkward. "Thanks for looking after him. The others are doing tests, we've got a new case."

Thirteen took her cue to leave, and walked towards the door. "I hope you feel better soon Chase."

"Thanks," Chase said with a small smile, looking embarrassed. "See you tomorrow."

Rather than a full account of the entire pregnancy, I'm writing snapshots of various points throughout. Reviews much appreciated :)