Disclaimer: I own something! The unborn baby in Cameron's tummy! YAY! Other than that…nada is mine.
Author's Note: I've gotten questions concerning Chase and Cameron's relationship. They're having a baby, she's trying to make it work and he desperately wants it to work. Of course they're going to be kissing. They're also having sex. That's all I can say about it now without giving more away than I want to. Just keep in mind that they're publicly dating and that House, Wilson, Foreman and Cuddy all know that they're having a baby. And there was a five month time lapse in the last chapter. That's a lot of time for things to change, feelings to grow and other things like that. By they way, if you're going to leave a review asking a question and want me to get back to you, leave an e-mail address or something so I can actually do that. Now, on with the chapter which, sadly, will be short. I'll try to update again very soon as an apology, though. !
Two and a half weeks after her first ultrasound, Cameron found herself finally getting morning sickness. It sucked so bad. She hadn't had coffee since she'd started the hormone therapy over five months ago, but now the smell of it made her sick.
As she sipped on hot, decaffeinated tea, she rubbed her temples. She'd tossed and turned in bed last night so not only was she tired and cranky, but Chase was too. He, though, could drink coffee. Which is exactly what he was doing when he came in the Differentials room with Foreman, laughing about something or other. Cameron just groaned.
"Do you think you can shut up, Chase? My head is killing me," she thinks to herself.
"So," Foreman starts, offering a smile to Cameron. "Morning sickness started and is hitting you with all it has, huh?"
"It's taking everything in my power not to throw up on you right now. Not to mention I couldn't get comfortable last night and didn't sleep well, so I'm cranky," she warns, her smile overly sweet.
"Right," he says, then stands and backs away. "Well, I'm gonna head on down to the clinic. See you guys for lunch?" he asks, looking from Chase to Cameron.
"I'm in. Cam?" Chase asks, his hand moving to his girlfriend's back and rubbing it gently.
"I'll think about it. If my stomach's settled enough then sure. A grilled cheese and some fries sounds good." Foreman nods and heads out, leaving them alone.
"Sit on the table," Chase says softly, and while Cameron doubts what he's got in mind, she does what he asks, and he leans in and starts to massage her temples for her. She moans softly as her arms wrapping around his waist.
"That feels so good," she murmurs against his chest, a smile plastered on her lips as her eyes close.
"Good. I was hoping you'd get through this without getting morning sickness. And I wish you'd have been able to get some sleep last night," he says, worry evident in his voice. He may have done something not only immoral, but possibly illegal when it came to getting Cameron pregnant, but he still cared for her and what he considered to be totally his baby.
"I was hoping the same thing. And I'm just sorry I kept you up too."
"Not long you didn't. I was exhausted from the shift, so it didn't take me too long to fall asleep," he admits, then leans down and is about to kiss her when House walks in.
"It's too early for kissy-faces. And why are you on the table, Cameron? You'll break it!" he exclaims, which makes Cameron groan and wince.
"I'm not in the mood this morning, House. I was up all night and I've been puking all morning."
"Hey, that's not my fault. You're the one who decided to get pregnant, not me," he points out as he fixes his coffee.
Cameron shoots him a glare, but sighs and shakes her head. It wasn't worth it. "I'm going down to the clinic. Your mail's on your desk," she tells him, kisses Chase's cheek then leaves to head to do her clinic hours and get them over with.
"You didn't have to be so mean to her, House," Chase says, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Mean is my thing. I can't help it," he says, shrugging.
"Oh, come on, you're not that big a bastard, are you? She's pregnant, lay off a little bit. You may be my boss, but if you get her upset and something happens to my baby I--"
"Excuse me, your baby? That's not your baby. That's someone else's baby. Cameron and someone else's baby. Wow, that must be hard huh? Raising another man's baby. I can't even imagine that," he says, rubbing his chin some.
"Unlike you, I'm not an insensitive bastard who cares who's DNA it is. She's my girlfriend and she's having my baby. I'm going to raise it and he or she is going to call me Dad," he says, smiling.
"Oh yeah. Well, at least he or she won't have your poor money management skills. Good thing Cameron's good with that. And easy on the eyes. Thank God," he says, then chuckles.
"You don't get to look at her anymore, House. You lost your chance with her. She's mine."
"What's that supposed to mean? Who said I wanted her? I don't recall saying it."
"Oh please. It's written on your face every time you look at her. Even now, I see you staring at her. I'm only telling you this once. Hands off," he says firmly, then walks out before House can comment.