Blythe left immediately. Cuddy and Wilson stayed. Wilson told the nurse to make sure they were not disturbed and closed the room door.

"What?" House yelled. "Did you lie to me? Were you just trying to get me back for all the shit I've pulled on you over the years?"

"House, I would never do that! You are an asshole, yes. But, you are my best friend. I would never lie to you about dying."

"Then, what the hell is going on?" House questioned.

"Do you know why you are in the hospital?" Cuddy asked.

"I'm sick?"

"Well, yes but why?"

"No...I don't have any idea." House replied.

"You wrecked your motorcycle a month ago. You have been unconscious ever since. You had been at my house. I left to go to work. You were coming in late, as usual. You were stopping by the drug store to pick up something for me but never made it there." Cuddy informed him.

"I don't remember any of that."

"OK...do you remember being at my house?"

"Not recently..the whole car in your house thing and prison and the fact that you broke up with me over one stupid pill."

"You went back on Vicodin?"

"Yes, Cuddy that's old news. I did because I was so scared over you being sick. You had what appeared to be several tumors that were growing rapidly. I thought you were dying. I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was losing the love of my life so I took a Vicodin to numb the pain."

"So, I'm dying too?"

"Have you lost your mind? No, the tumor was benign and you were having a reaction to an antibiotic. Just like Arlene when she had her hip replacement."

"Um, House? Do you remember a long time ago, when we were together, you had stayed at my place. When I woke up, I had to go to the bathroom. You were under my bed. You grabbed me, pulled me down and kissed me. Then, I went to the bathroom."

"Yes, that was the morning you found the blood in your urine. The day we found out about the 'tumors' and my life went to hell! Why do I have to relive this? It was bad enough the first time. I don't want to do it again."

"But House, you only have it partially right. Wilson, do not repeat any of this...House, I went running to the bathroom nauseous. I was late."

"So, you were sick because you were late for work?"

"No, you idiot! I was late, late. As in pregnant, late. You were going to buy a pregnancy test. I was going to take it in my office and you wrecked on the way to the store."

"What? So, uh, you were pregnant not dying? We never broke up?"

"No, we never broke up. I am not going to raise Rachel and your child all by myself. You will be right by my side whether you like it or not! You, my arrogant bastard, are stuck with us!"

"Wilson, is this true? Is Cuddy telling me the truth? Did I dream everything? Is it really not 2013?"

"House, it is 2011! I don't know about the baby or why you were going to the store. I do know that we can find out if she is pregnant or not. We can do a test."

House could not believe what he was hearing. It was 2011! How could that be? How could everything he thought had happened not have happened? "Wait, we didn't find pictures of Arlene and Jesus doing the nasty?"

"God, I hope not. He is Mom's married gardener. I really don't want to even have that mental picture." Cuddy shivered at the thought trying to get the image out of her mind.

"House, just listen to us. I am not sick. It is 2011. You were in an accident. You have been unconscious. You have not been to prison. Just jail over that whole Tritter fiasco. Cuddy's house is fine."

"God, what has happened to me?"

"Listen, I have my OB-GYN appointment at 2:00 and they are doing the first ultrasound. I would love for you to be there. Then you can see our baby for yourself. OK?"

"OK."

"Wilson, help me get him unhooked from the IV and the catheter. I'll need a wheelchair too."

"On it."

It was now 1:30 they had to hurry. House was still skeptical but they were both so adamant. Were they both lying? It did not make any sense. Why would they? But, how could he have dreamed two years worth of misery? House was contemplating all of the new information when Cuddy told him it was time to go the appointment. They made it Dr. Black's office with two minutes to spare. They were immediately called back to the ultrasound room. Damn, Cuddy was really pregnant. 9 weeks pregnant. Could that really be his child? Was this real? Was this really happening? Maybe, this is the dream. Maybe he was just dreaming this trying to make his life less miserable.

Cuddy could tell he was overwhelmed. She grabbed his hand. "I am so happy you are here with me. I have been hoping that you would wake up to see our baby."

House just looked at her and looked down at her hand interlaced with his. He had missed holding her hand. He had missed her. He wondered if she knew what he really had planned that morning. Did she know he was going to propose? What had happened to the ring in his pocket? Crap! Had he lost it in the accident? Wait...did he believe them? Well, maybe. Hell, at least their story was better than his. If this was a dream, he really wanted to keep dreaming.

They left the doctor's office after being assured the baby was doing fine. Cuddy rolled House back to his room. Blythe was there when they returned. House could tell she knew nothing of the House-Cuddy relationship or the 'sprog'...OK..baby.

"Where are my valuables?"

"In your drawer."

"Gimme."

"Here you go."

House looked through the bag of his belongings. His clothes were bloody and cut up. Why do they keep this crap for the patients? Wait...the ring box. He found it. It was empty. Had someone stolen it? Now, he was pissed. He had spent a ton of money on that ring and it had been stolen. Cuddy could tell he was upset but kept quiet.

"Mom, I'm hungry. Could you go get me a sandwich and something to drink?"

"Of course, dear. Anything for you. Lisa, would you like something?"

"No Blythe. Thank you for asking."

Blythe left happy to be useful and happy that Gregory was hungry. Cuddy just looked at House. She was amused because she knew what he had been looking for in his stuff. She had it on a chain around her neck. Now, she wondered what he was going to say about it. How should she make him suffer?

"Cuddy, um, how well do you trust your employees? I seem to be missing something very valuable."

"What is missing?"

Shit! What was he going to say? Oh hell, just say it Greg! "Cuddy, it was in this box."

"What was in the box?"

OK. Damn it. She knows what goes in a box like this. Is she just messing me? Damn, she is! She is smiling! I am going to kill her. Well, not kill her but definitely get her back. "Don't even pretend to play innocent with me. You know what I am talking about."

Cuddy just smiled and pulled the necklace out from her shirt. "Do you mean this?"

"Yes. That belongs to me."

"I know. I was just keeping it safe for you. Here." Cuddy removed the ring from the necklace and gave it to House.

"Thank you" Now this is really awkward, House thought. What am I going to say to her? She knows I have the ring. Shit...just get it over with. "Cuddy, since you managed to let me knock you up, do you want to harass me into marrying you too?"

"Don't do me any favors House. I would hate to trap you. I can manage without you. I'm sure there is a man out there who would want to be with me and my children. Maybe even love me."

Damn! This is not going well. "Cuddy, you know I am a selfish bastard. I always have been. "

"Tell me something I don't know."

"OK. I love you."