Disclaimer: I'm not even going to pretend I own this. I could never create House.
A/N: This story is rated T but one of the next chapters will be M, I'll give you fair warning, I just didn't want to have to rate it all M.
Denial and Confession
The next week, Cuddy sat alone in her office, working on paperwork.
"You're pregnant." A voice jarred her from her thoughts.
"What?!"
"You're pregnant." He wasn't asking, he wasn't guessing, he was simply stating a fact. "All the signs point to it. Fatigue, nausea, a lack of appetite, mood swings, aversion to certain foods."
"I am not..."
The diagnostician cut her off, "A boyfriend who often drops you off and picks you up at work, and bring you ginger ale." He looked pointedly at the mug sitting on her desk.
"That means nothing."
"A visit to the ob-gyn her at the hospital." House waved a piece of paper at her.
"That's an invasion of my privacy and you know it House!"
"That's not a denial."
"It's not a confession either."
House laughed. "I bet that soggy oatmeal boyfriend of yours is loving this. Driving you to and from work, buying you food. I bet he cooks you dinner every night and surprises you with hot baths. He probably rubs your feet at night and cuddles with you on the couch." His voice suddenly had a bitter tone. "And I bet you love every minute of it."
Cuddy didn't say anything; she just stared at her desk. When she finally looked up, he had gone, as silently as he'd come. She stared out into the hall, wanting to run after him and tell him something, but not knowing what.
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After Kevin drove her home that night, she hopped in the shower. Standing with the hot water pounding on her neck, she thought of House. She hated it when he was right, which was often, and this time was no exception. Cuddy studies the little bulge on her stomach. Pretty soon it was going to be hard to hide; HR knew about her situation, but only House had guessed.
She sighed, watching her skin turn red under the too-hot water. As she slowly washed her hair, she realized she didn't want Kevin to take care of her. She wanted someone else; someone who felt more for her than just respect. After a few more minutes, she finished her shower and slowly began drying off in the steamy room.
Kevin came and knocked on the door. "Dinner's almost ready."
"Alright," she called back. "I'll be out in just a minute."
As she towel-dried her hair, and put on underwear under her robe, she contemplated what she needed to do. She really only had one option, but that made her decision that much easier. Rather than going to Kevin, she sat down on her bed and started putting on lotion.
He came in a few minutes later, highly confused. "Aren't you coming?"
Cuddy didn't look at him.
"Lisa?"
"You really shouldn't call me that."
"What?"
"Everyone calls me Cuddy."
"Everyone at work; you're not at work now. What is going on?"
"There's something you should know Kevin."
"What?"
"The baby might not be yours."
"What?" He leaned heavily against the doorframe.
"There was somebody else."
"Before or after me?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Before. Three days before we slept together he and I slept together. It was just a one-time thing." She finally looked at him.
The man was leaning against the doorframe, utterly shocked. "Who was it?" He asked, turning his head away.
"That doesn't..."
He cut her off. "Who was it?!" He thundered.
Now it was her turn to avoid his eyes.
"House." He said softly, realization dawning. "It was House."
Cuddy remained on the bed, guilt playing across her face.
Taking her silence as admission, Kevin stormed out of the room. As he whipped the front door open, the man they had just spoken of, was standing there, hand raised to knock. Kevin glowered at him. "You..."
House looked confused. Then a fist came in contact with his chin and he went sprawling on the concrete.
Kevin continued down the path, muttering to himself, while House got up and went in.
He found Cuddy still sitting on her bed, staring at her hands.
"What happened?"
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "House! What are you doing here?"
"I came to get your approval on a case. But obviously I was the topic of a lover's quarrel."
"Did Kevin see
you?"
"He punched me." House reached up and rubbed the sore
spot on his jaw.
"I'm sorry." Cuddy finally stood up. "Let's put some ice on that." He followed her into the kitchen like a lost puppy.
As she pulled some ice out of the freezer, House surveyed the two plates of food. "Catch you right in the middle of dinner, did I?"
Cuddy looked at the table. "Yeah." She sighed heavily.
"Can I ask why your soft-skulled boyfriend ran out of here like a man possessed?" He sat down in one of the chairs.
She put the ice on his cheek. "I told him the baby might not be his."
"Why'd you do a thing like that?"
"Because it's true." She sat down in the chair by his. House stared at her in disbelief. "There was somebody else around the same time. Three days, to be exact."
"I never figured you for a player." House chuckled softly. "So do I know who it is?" He leaned forward excitedly. "Is it Wilson? No, Chase? No! It's Foreman!"
"No House!" She sighed and walked to the fridge. There she took out an open can of ginger ale and took a sip. He watched her every move as she then sat back down.
"I'm about 20 weeks along. Do you remember what happened about 5 months ago?"
House sat back heavily in his chair and closed his eyes, running a hand over his face. Of all the stupid things he'd ever done...
A/N: Dum, Dum, DUM!!! I had to figure out a way to get Kevin out of the way to let House in. Next chapter: Flashback!
