Thank you so much again for all the reviews, I'm glad you all like this story, I do wish Huddy would happen on the show, it just has to. The writers have been leading that way, so why not go there?
Anyway I know this is a short chapter, but it sets up the rest of the story. Something that was bound to happen, come on, you must have seen this coming.
Chapter 4- Pitter-Patter
The next day however didn't start off as pleasant for the married couple. Cuddy was feeling well, which in turn made her crabby, and this didn't bode well with her husband. Firstly she made breakfast for the pair but it just made her throw up rather violently, which wasn't made better with House mocking her. Then they argued about how to get to work, House of course wanting to ride his bike and trying convincing Cuddy she could go on it too, since she didn't have her briefcase that morning. In the end they went in their own respective vehicles.
Then Cuddy got made at House when he didn't want to do clinic duty, again. "House, just get to work. After all the trouble you've caused recently, the least you can do is some fucking clinic hours." Cuddy growled fiercely, before charging out of her office and slamming the door shut.
House looked after her in shock, he had seen Cuddy angry but not that angry about his clinic duty before. Thankfully she had left before he could give a stinging retort that would most likely get him in more trouble.
For the rest of the afternoon, House completed his clinic hours then hid in his office playing video games and avoided his wife in fear of being yelled at and even slapped again.
When he returned home later that evening, he entered warily, wondering if Cuddy's mood had improved. He found her sitting on the sofa not reading or watching TV or doing anything except sitting with her hands clasped round her knees. "Lisa, what's wrong?" House asked, suddenly worried.
"Huh, oh you're home." She said in a daze.
"Are you sick?"
"You could say that."
"What are you talking about?"
Cuddy breathed a few times before turning to House and looking him right in the eye. "I'm pregnant."
House's mouth went dry and his mind blank, as he tried to think of something, anything to say. "Right, OK."
"Yeah, that's that." Cuddy said just as awkwardly.
"Why are you so upset? I thought you would be ecstatic about this. It's what you wanted, why aren't you climbing the walls, I mean aside from the case you can't actually do that but still-" House rambled on before Cuddy kissed him furiously.
"What-" Wondering if her hormones had already started, swinging her from upset to frisky in a second.
"It stopped you talking." Cuddy explained. "And I am excited about this, but I know you're not."
"What, why do you say that?"
"House, you've never wanted kids. And you probably don't want kids with me, since I'd be such a terrible mother as you once said." Cuddy said angrily.
"That's what this is about? That's why you're so angry?" House said. "Lisa, I didn't mean what I said, I was just angry and wanted to hurt you. It was just a quick insult because you had something I wanted. I've hated myself ever since I said it, I hated myself for hurting you so badly. I am sorry about that. But it's not true at all. And I know you will be a terrific mother, it is always different when it's your own kid." He gave a quick but tender kiss. "Well, our kid. And I'm not going anywhere." He said guiding a hand towards her abdomen, with not yet a single sign of pregnancy.
"Really?"
"Course not. Someone's gotta teach the kid how to play Piano." He grinned. Cuddy smiled and pulled House into a hug.
HHHHHHHHHH
A few hours later, Cuddy was taking a shower while House lazed on the bed thinking about his future child. He had been aware that this was how they were gonna end up, after all Cuddy wanted a child. And though for many years House had never wanted a child and not thought about ever having one, it didn't seem so bad now.
'The only reason I didn't want a child is because of my Dad. Because I didn't want to be like him.' House thought to himself. 'But fuck him, I know I can be a good Dad. I know that if my kid misbehaves I won't ever make him sleep outside and catch pneumonia or stick him in an ice bath and get frostbite, and I will NEVER beat him or whip him with a belt for a little white lie.' House thought bitterly to himself as awful memories of his childhood drifted back to him. 'I'm gonna be the best father in the world, or at least damn try, because I didn't get one, but I will be one. I will.' House promised himself.
House smiled as he thought about what he could do with his kid, of course the one thing that popped into his head was music. There was no doubt he could teach his kid that.
Meanwhile Cuddy was having a inner argument with herself about the baby and House's reaction.
'What the hell? Why was he so calm? Did he even register what I said?' She thought.
'Why are you so worried, this is what you've always wanted.' She reasoned with herself.
'Yeah but I don't know if Greg has really thought this through.'
'Well here's an idea. You're married now, so if you're that upset by this- TALK TO HIM!' She cried to herself. And yeah that seemed like a good idea she told herself as she climbed out the shower and wrapped herself up in a big, fluffy robe.
After towelling her hair damp and rubbing some sweet-smelling lotion over herself, she wandered back into the bedroom where House was waiting in bed for her with a thoughtful expression.
"Hey." Cuddy said, as she let the robe fall from her bare body and climbed under the covers with him.
"Hey." House said salaciously as he let his hands wander to her waist and pull her closer to him.
"Why are you so calm?"
"Give it a minute." House whispered, nipping at her neck.
"Not that." Cuddy chuckled. "About the pregnancy."
House pulled away. "What do you mean?"
"Well I expected you to ride your motorbike and get as far away from me as you could, or just blast about how you could never be a good father? You reacted the opposite way."
"Well I got to keep you on your toes." House grinned, opting for the defence.
"Greg…"
"You're right, I was worried about being a bad father, but I've made a choice, I'm not gonna be like that. I'm gonna be a great father, I can work at it and learn, that's what everyone does right. Besides even if I make a mistake, I got you here to help me. I know what I said before, but I didn't mean a word of it, you are gonna be a fantastic mother, the best there is. So I know we're gonna be fine." House said softly.
Cuddy looked at him, tears shining in her eyes. "I love you so much." She whispered before pulling him into a passionate, loving kiss and trying to yank his pyjama bottoms off him.
"I love you too." House said honestly, looking into his wife's eyes and Cuddy knew, that yeah they were gonna be alright.
