Disclaimer: Despite the fact that I shoved them together and made them get married and now they're going to have a BABY thanks to me, I still don't own them. Isn't that just sad?
It was in the middle of the night during Allison's thirty-second week of pregnancy that she woke with a horrible pain in her abdomen. She took deep breaths, thinking that it was simply Braxton Hicks and that it would go away. Hoping not to disturb her husband, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom to splash water on her face. Sometimes, walking around helped alleviate the pain.
But this time, it wasn't going away. She frowned and went into the living room, walking around it and rubbing her swollen stomach. The pains still weren't subsiding, and she was starting to get worried. It was too soon… It was too soon to have this baby. She went back into the bedroom and shook Greg's shoulder gently. "Greg," she said softly. "Greg, wake up."
He made an unintelligible sound and cracked an eye open.
"The baby…"
That got him up. He shot up, sitting straight, and stared at her. "What about it? You're not going into labor, are you? It's too early."
"I know. I thought it could be Braxton Hicks, but… They aren't stopping…"
Greg frowned and got out of bed, pulling on a pair of pants and grabbing a shirt out of the dresser. "Do you have your overnight bag packed?"
"Yeah. Just let me change into something more appropriate."
"Forget it," he said sternly, grabbing his cane. "They're just going to put you into a hospital gown anyway, and those clothes are comfortable. Let's get you to the hospital."
She grabbed her overnight bag and bit her bottom lip as she got into the car. "I'm scared," she admitted, her voice shaking.
He glanced over at her and took her hand, kissing the back of it. "Everything's going to be fine, Allison."
"But what if-?"
"Everything is going to be fine," he reiterated firmly, squeezing her hand to comfort her. "If it is premature labor, they can stop it until it's safe for both you and the baby. There's nothing to worry about. Hell, Allison. It's PPTH; our doctors are the best."
She smiled and wiped a tear away. "I love you, Greg," she whispered, still frightened.
"I love you, too."
They drove in silence, arriving at the emergency room in record time due to Greg's speeding. He helped her out of the car and held her hand all the way to the ER, staying silently by her side as the doctors checked her out. One of the doctors nodded to Greg and pulled him aside.
"She's thirty two weeks along," the doctor said positively. "She could go into labor tonight and you two would have a healthy baby. There may be serious complications with the lungs, however, if we let her go through tonight."
"Can't you stop it?"
"Yes, and that's what I need to talk to you about, Dr. House." The other doctor looked nervous, and Greg was starting to get irritated. "If we stop the labor, she's going to have to stay here in the hospital for one to three weeks. She cannot work on any cases with you and your team. She's got to rest."
A muscle in Greg's jaw twitched. Did they all think that he ran Allison ragged? She did it to herself, damn it! And she wouldn't stop no matter what he told her. "Tell her that," he grumbled, pointing to the curtained-off room with his cane. "She's the one who works too hard. I don't do it to her. And I'm fine with that course of treatment. Tell her to sign the papers."
"We thought you ought to…" the doctor said, looking hot under the collar once more. "She … ah… She said she didn't want anyone's opinion on it but yours."
Greg looked shocked for a moment. Slowly, a smirk broke out on his face. The smirk then broke into a full laugh. He threw the curtain back and kissed Allison's forehead. "Sign the damned papers, you psycho woman."
Allison grinned sheepishly and signed the consent forms for treatment. "They're saying that I won't be allowed to work. That it could be too stressful."
"You have to listen to your doctors, Allison," Greg said with a smirk.
"Bastard."
He brushed a kiss over her lips. "They're going to admit you and put you a very pretty room with a very pretty view. I'm going to go home and get some clothes and toiletries. Get some sleep. I'll be back in a little bit."
She smiled at him and nodded. "Bring me pudding?"
He smirked. "Vanilla?"
"Please."
"You got it."
By that afternoon, Cuddy, Wilson, Foreman, and Chase had all visited Allison in her hospital room. Cuddy had brought an oversized teddy bear. Wilson brought a pair of scrubs that were fit for a baby. Chase brought chocolates and Foreman dropped off a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
When Greg got finally got time to visit Allison, he entered the room cautiously. "Did the kid fairy throw up in here?" he questioned, looking around.
Allison laughed as she finished her dinner, which consisted of ice cream and a brownie. Yeah, she was a healthy eater. "Lisa brought the bear, Jim brought the scrubs. Chase brought the chocolates … but they're gone. And Foreman brought me flowers."
"People spoil you around here." He looked at the now-empty box of chocolates and laughed. "I like the molasses ones," he complained.
"You weren't here. They were. And they were really, really good."
"See's Candies usually are." He set the box in the trash and sat down on her bed, leaning in to kiss her. "Chocolaty," he commented.
"I just finished chocolate ice cream and a chocolate brownie."
"Was that your dinner?" he asked suspiciously.
"The nurse told me I could eat it!" Allison exclaimed immediately. "She said I was allowed as long as I had a healthy breakfast and lunch." She set her tray off to the side and pushed the table out of her way, giving Greg a smile. "You done working yet?"
"I will be soon," he promised with a smile, taking hold of her hand. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired," she admitted. "Whatever they have me on makes me sleepy."
"It's supposed to."
"I know that," she said with a laugh. "I just don't like it. Greg, we still haven't moved into the new house yet…"
He silenced her worries with a kiss. "Don't worry about it," he ordered. "I'll get the car thief and the kangaroo to help move it all. Jim'll get in on it too, I'm sure. Cuddy might even help if she can find a sitter for Brian."
Allison smiled and yawned soon after.
"Get some sleep. I'll come in when I'm done." Before he left, he looked around the room suspiciously. "Think sex is too stressful of an activity for you right now?"
She laughed and tossed her plastic spoon at him. "Get out," she scolded. "I need rest."
"Yeah, yeah…" He left with a grin on his face, going back to diagnostics to work. Once there, he cornered Foreman and Chase. "You two young, strapping lads are needed."
"Uh oh," Chase said, worried. "He called us young and strapping."
"That means manual labor," Foreman said with a nod.
"Indeed it does! You two are helping me move all of mine and Allison's crap to our new place."
"Okay… You do realize that you can't tell us what to do outside of work, right?" Chase asked slowly.
"I can't," Greg agreed. "But I can dock your paycheck if you don't do it and use mental incapability as an excuse."
Foreman snorted. "I'll help," he said with a shrug. "It's doing Cameron a favor. I owe her."
"You bought her fifty million flowers," Greg grumbled.
Foreman smirked. "Never bought your wife flowers, House?"
"They're completely pointless. I don't have to buy her pretty things that make her sneeze," he defended snappishly.
Chase grinned. "She like the chocolates?"
"She ate the entire box. Because she's a fat pregnant woman who craves chocolate at odd hours of the day." He turned to their dry erase board and frowned. "Chocolate…"
Chase and Foreman exchanged a curious glance and waited for Greg to finish his thought process.
"Check the patient for cocaine."
Once Chase and Foreman were gone, Greg went back to Allison's room and sat in the chair next to her bed, propping his feet up and changing the channel that she'd had the television on. She was asleep anyway, so it wasn't like she'd care. Wilson came into the room not long after Greg had started to drift off to sleep.
Greg glared at his friend and left the room so as not to wake Allison when he spoke with Wilson. "What's up?"
"Chase and Foreman were just found in the lab griping about helping you move. Lisa and I want to be in on it."
Greg smirked. "Thought you would. Everyone bends over backwards to make my wife happy, but when it comes to me…"
Wilson laughed. "Come on. It's Allison Cameron. She's too sweet to not want to help her out."
"Traitor."
Wilson shrugged good-naturedly and nodded to Allison's room. "How's she doing?"
"She seems okay," Greg said, shifting so that he was leaning his back against the wall/window to her room. "I don't know if she actually is, though. I thought she would be more worried than she's acting."
"So talk to her about it."
"And get thrown out of the room when she screams at me? No, thanks."
Wilson grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. "I never thought I'd see the day when Greg House feared a woman's wrath."
"A pregnant woman's wrath," Greg said with a frown. "I can handle a pissed off Allison. No problem. A pregnant pissed off Allison is quite another thing and could be hazardous to one's health." When Wilson started chuckling, Greg smacked his shins with his cane. "She throws things, Jimmy."
"Go in there and talk to her."
"No! She's sleeping like she should be. I wake her up and she'll kill me. She'll stab me."
"With what?" Wilson laughed.
"She's an innovative woman. You should see what she comes up with to tie me up in bed."
Wilson cringed. "Thanks for that."
"Any time. She's a very kinky girl. You can't even imagine what I've done with my cane…"
"Ugh. House…"
"And there was that time in the closet when she used-"
"Stop. Please? Just stop. I need to go. I have to interview a potential Fellow."
Greg looked stunned. "You're hiring Fellows?"
Wilson shrugged. "Lisa thought it was time. I guess she's right. I mean, I could use the help and they need the experience. You know."
"Good luck… Can I help with the interview pro-?"
"No."
