Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: Okay I know I marked this story as complete, but as I was reading through it the other day, I realised that it didn't really have to be over. There was a part that suggested it could be continued. Also the spoilers that have been circulating have also inspired me, so I present a new chapter to you guys. Hope you like it. Has not been beta read yet so all mistakes belong to me. I wanted to get it to you guys as soon as I could.


Four months later

It was an argument that his lackeys had chosen to stay out of and Wilson had cleverly decided to ignore feigning that he had an urgent consult. They had been at it for almost two weeks, and House's minions were quick to notice it was always Cuddy who came looking for the cane wielding diagnostician and while they wanted to know exactly what was going on between House and Cuddy, none of them had the courage to actually ask the diagnostician outright, and well no one wanted to be fired so asking Cuddy was out of the question. Even Wilson knew better than to get involved this time. The quartet heard their boss' voices rise with every word that was spoken, but when they looked into the dean's office they were met with closed blinds. Well it was not a conversation for the public to see or hear for that matter.

"You had no right to allow the best friend to make the decision, it's not his kid," Cuddy scolded House.

"So you would rather I let the idiot of a boyfriend who, I might add, knows nothing about the kid, make the choice?" he questioned her in response.

If there was one thing that pissed him off, it was Cuddy's bad habit of questioning his judgement even though he turned out to be right almost ninety-nine percent of the time. It was a waste of his time as well as hers, but most importantly it was a waste of the patients' time, simply because Cuddy would not give in without a fight, and House noticed it had been occurring with increasing frequency, though he didn't understand why.

"The boyfriend is the kid's dad, or have you forgotten that little fact and lives with the kid and his mom, so he would know what is best for them," Cuddy replied, her tone biting and hurtful. "Just because two people have been best friends for the last two decades does not mean he knows what is best for her or her child…" Cuddy continued, not giving House a chance to say anything and that was when it hit him… it was not the patient she was talking about.

"The boyfriend is in it for the sex and the woman is so starved of human contact that she's settling for second best with the douche bag. God she wouldn't know love if it walked up to her and introduced its fucking self to her," he yelled back at her, taking a few steps closer to her. She took a step back, which she realised a few seconds too late, was a mistake on her part as her back came into contact with the cool wall of her office. And that was when she realised neither of them were talking about the patient anymore.

It took a few seconds for her mind to wrap itself around the words and for her brain to process it before she gave him a scathing reply, "yeah well at least he knows what he wants from her."

It was her last statement that propelled him into action and before he even had a chance to rethink his actions, his one hand had snaked to her hip and he pressed his body closer into hers, eliminating the hairbreadths distance that was between them while his mouth wildly sought out her and the other settled in her long, wavy, dark tresses, holding her head as he assaulted her mouth with his. She placed both her hands on his chest, in an attempt to push him away, but she found that her body would always betray her mind when it came to House and she squashed the material of his T-shirt in her fists, pulling him closer to her as she responded to his kiss. The low moan that escaped the back of her throat only served to egg him on, and he kissed her long and hard.

The feel of his hands on her body was like a wake up call to Cuddy. Her body was alive and thrumming with desire, something she hadn't felt in a long time… not since they had slept together when they had gone to Michigan almost five months ago. She felt as though her body was on fire, his fingers leaving her skin tingling wherever they trailed. She wanted to touch him, feel every inch of his body but more than that, she wanted him to touch her in the way only he knew how. She wanted him to make her feel alive again. With that thought running through her mind Cuddy dropped her hand to his, which was still wrapper around her waist and slowly dragged it up her abdomen and finally stopped on her breast. If only she didn't have three layers of material between their skin.

"House, touch me, please," Cuddy managed to whisper between kisses and House heard the need in her voice and his own body reacted to it before he could process the words. He pulled his hand away from its position on her chest and once again attached it to her hip, this time taking the time to pull her shirt that was tucked into her skirt and feeling the smooth softness of her skin. He trailed his fingers up her back, feeling the ridges of her spine until he came to the level of her under arms, when he moved his hands to the front of her chest and slid his fingers under the material of her bra to swipe at her nipples. He had barely skimmed his finger over it when he felt her shudder under his touch… her nipples were definitely more sensitive than he remembered and her breasts certainly felt slightly larger and heavier in his palms.

But he was too engrossed in kissing her to process those thoughts any further and his mind was totally distracted from the subject when he felt Cuddy's hand sliding down the front of his jeans to touch his throbbing manhood through the denim material of his jeans. It was the little bit of encouragement he needed to get fully erect and his jeans immediately felt tighter. House tried to steady his breathing as he felt Cuddy slowly rubbing the palm of her hand over his crotch feeling his body trembling against hers as they kissed madly.

"Greg," the sound of his first name falling from her lips caught him off guard but he kept quiet nonetheless and waited for her to finish what she wanted to say, "make love to me, please."

He pulled away from her slightly and was already disappointed at the loss of contact from her body. House took a good few minutes to look at her and he was more than sure she was not playing games with him, not from the way he still felt her trying to close the distance between them. He could feel her need for him in her touch, hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes… and even though he knew it would not do either of them any good, he found that he simply could not deny the request.

House placed one hand on her hip and the other around her upper back pulling her closer into him and he was about to kiss her again but was disturbed when Cuddy's office door was thrown open in true House fashion. The pair whipped their heads in the direction of the now slightly open door, neither of them thinking to remove their hands from the others' bodies when they saw Thirteen staring at them. Her expression however gave nothing away at the sight of her seeing them making out in Cuddy's office. Instead the younger woman turned her attention to House and informed him that the patient was getting worse and the treatment Foreman had recommended was not working. He nodded his head in acknowledgement of her information and Thirteen took it as her sign to leave, which she did without a second glance in her boss' direction. House silently left Cuddy's office a few long, tense moments later, his mind already running a mile a minute with thoughts of both the patient and how he was supposed to cure the three year old rugrat, and Cuddy and what had almost happened between them, despite the fact that four months ago, she had chosen the blue eyed private investigator over House.

The hospital administrator sat for a few more minutes, her body still thrumming with desire and craving House's touch. It was then that reality settled back down on her, unwelcome. What the hell was she thinking starting something of this sort with House – again? It was bad enough it had happened in Michigan all those months ago, and she had promised herself that once she got back home and back to Lucas she would banish all thoughts of House from her mind. That weekend she spent with House was to help her get him out of her system and then she could move on with Lucas and her daughter and have the perfect life she had always dreamed about as a little girl. It was a task that was easier said than done however and after the first week of avoiding him she found that she simply could not do without having him disrupt her day.

Thinking of her daughter Cuddy finally stood up from her seated position on her couch and made her way to her desk to gather up her stuff before she finally left for the night. She had the urge to go up to the fourth floor to see how House's patient was doing, but she knew it was a bad idea, not this soon after what had transpired between them. So she powered down her computer and turned out her lights before she locked her office door and exited the hospital to go home to her waiting daughter.

H O U S E M D

Cuddy was intently reading the documents that were sprawled out on her desk, trying to see where she could cut costs of some departments and put the money to better use in others, when she was disturbed by the beeping of her pager. She pulled the offending, noisy piece of electronic metal and plastic from her hip and read the message that was displayed on the small screen. She sighed tiredly but stood up from her seated position and rapidly made her way to the nurses' station where Marina was patiently waiting for her with a screaming Rachel in her arms. Seeing her daughter with tears rolling down her cheeks broke Cuddy's heart, but she steeled herself until she reached the toddler and quickly took her into her grasp, cooing softly to her and rubbing her back gently to calm her down.

This was the third time in a week that Rachel had gotten upset over something that neither Cuddy nor Marina had understood and it had led the young babysitter to bring the baby to work in the hope that her mother would be able to calm her down. It had worked the first two times, but after that even Cuddy found it increasingly difficult to pacify the child, leading the older woman to start crying herself until they were both exhausted and Rachel fell asleep. No matter how hard she tried she simply could not understand what Rachel wanted. At first she had thought her daughter was sick, and when all the tests had shown she was developing as a normal kid would, it only confused Cuddy more than she already was. Rachel was still shrieking when Cuddy's assistant poked his head into her office to let her know that the board meeting she had to attend was about to start in ten minutes.

The dean was seconds away from a panic attack when she saw a temporary solution to her problem. Thirteen was about to start her clinic hours but if Cuddy could get her to watch Rachel for the first twenty minutes of the meeting that was all she needed to let them know that Rachel was not well and that she had to leave early. Without waiting for another minute Cuddy strode into the clinic, her heels clicking sharply on the linoleum flooring as she walked to where Thirteen had just picked up a patient chart.

"Dr Hadley," Cuddy called out and Thirteen turned to look at the older woman who still had Rachel on her hip.

"Could you please watch Rachel for me, I'll only be ten minutes?" she asked Thirteen her eyes pleading for the younger woman to say yes.

"Uh…" Thirteen stammered but was stopped from saying another word when Cuddy pushed Rachel into her grasp and rapidly walked away not giving either her kid or Thirteen time to think about her actions. Rachel turned to look at Thirteen, her dark brown orbs taking in everything they could as she looked at the green eyed woman who was now holding her.

If Thirteen thought the runt was about to hit a fit, she was sorely mistaken when she felt the toddler lay her head on her shoulder while her small hand clenched onto her scrub top as though her life depended on it. Even though she was confused with the rugrat's behaviour she decided not to jinx it by questioning it and she slowly walked to Cuddy's office, not wanting any of the staff to get the toddler upset while her mother was not around to calm her down. She had been entertaining the kid for the best part of an hour when Cuddy's office doors were thrown open, scaring the child who immediately started crying, big teardrops running down her cheeks.

"Need your approval, Satan," House said as he walked in, not bothering to check if Cuddy was actually in her office, just assuming that she was. It had become their ritual for the last four months that he send one of his lackeys for her authorisation on procedures and when she didn't like what he was doing she would come looking for him it would end up in a verbal spar – until a week ago when it had resulted in more than something just verbal. Still he needed her authorisation and he just did not have the time to send his minions to her only to have her come looking for him and wasting precious time. When he finally noticed that the woman in question was not seated at her desk, House's eardrums were pierced with shrieking. He turned and looked around the office and that was when he saw Thirteen trying to calm a hysterically crying Rachel down.

"Where's mommy Satan?" he asked Thirteen who shrugged her shoulders in response. She really had no clue as to where the woman had gone, only that she had promised to come back in twenty minutes, which was almost an hour ago. The screaming stopped for a while as Rachel listened to House's voice. She looked around until she saw the familiar figure and held out her hands in his direction, obviously wanting him to take her from the woman.

More than anything House wanted to grab Rachel from Thirteen and hold her close so that she would stop crying but he resisted the urge. He had no intention of getting close to the spawn only to have her mother once again pull them apart as she did after Michigan. But the sounds that fell from the baby's mouth changed his mouth completely.

"Da… da…" she said, still holding her arms out in his direction, as her lower lip began to tremble.

"House, if you don't take her now, all hell his going to break loose. She is going to start crying again and I don't know how to calm her down so I suggest you do as she says," Thirteen told him in a stern voice.

House seated himself on the sofa and waited as Thirteen placed the kid on his lap. Rachel wasted no time as she buried her face in his neck, while she rubbed his stubbled cheek with one hand and looped the other around his neck.

"Dada," she repeated contentedly and House smiled at her words.

"I missed you too spawn." He whispered though the office was quiet enough for Thirteen to hear him though she said nothing. When Rachel was sure House was not going to let go of her anytime soon, she released her grip on him and turned to face Thirteen and smiled at the younger woman.

"You like her?" House asked the child as she smiled at his minion and Rachel giggled at the sound of his voice. The Internist looked on at the two with a million questions running in her head. They had been sitting in their boss's office for at least three hours now entertaining Rachel. House had made sure she had eaten her lunch and watched amusedly as he made Thirteen change her diaper at least twice in the three hours, nit because she had messed them but simply because he was her boss and he could make her do it. It didn't seem as though she minded looking after the sprog though, and House was glad.

"Something you want to ask?" House's voice cut into her thoughts.

"I thought you didn't want to be a part of the sprog's life."

"Yeah that's what I thought too."

"What's going on with you and Cuddy?"

"Nothing!" he stated with finality, hoping Thirteen would stop asking questions but he knew better than that. Sure she was not annoying like Cameron, and she usually stayed out of everyone's and not trying to fix the damn world, business but House knew she had something to say and she was not going to stay quiet.

"If you want her to be a part of your life, you should fight for her," she told House. He waited for her to continue but she had said all she wanted to and she was right. If he wanted Rachel to be a part of his life, even a small one, he would have to fight for her. She was talking about Rachel, wasn't she? Thirteen was more observant than the rest of the team gave her credit for and House was sure she knew something was up with him and Cuddy.

He was thinking of asking her why she felt so strongly about this but Thirteen's phone started ringing before he could get the first word out. From the conversation it was clear that Cuddy was on her way back to the office to collect her child and head home. He didn't want Cuddy to see him spending time with Rachel she had made it clear when she had chosen Lucas that House was not to come near her daughter at all. Rachel had fallen asleep almost half an hour ago and he didn't want to wake her, but how was he supposed to leave without making her cry. Then a thought hit him. He pulled off his shirt and T-shirt off his body and threw his T-shirt at Thirteen who merely raised a brow at him.

"I need to leave, she'll cry when I do, so wear this and she'll think it's me holding her. That should keep her okay till she wakes up at home, where Cuddy can deal with her," House explained and Thirteen agreed with him. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and picked up the sleeping toddler from the couch and settled her on her chest as House buttoned up his shirt and left the office. Cuddy entered a few minutes later to the sight of Thirteen seated on her couch and Rachel fast asleep atop the younger doctor's chest. She quickly gathered her things and placed them in her bag, ready to leave. It was still too early for the end of the day but Cuddy didn't want to keep Rachel at the hospital any longer than she needed to.

"Thank you," Cuddy said as she picked up Rachel and waited for Thirteen to tidy up as they both headed out of her office. The younger doctor stopped just inside the office and turned to look at Cuddy before she uttered two words that shattered Cuddy's world.

"You're pregnant, and if House is the father I think he has a right to know," she said as a parting shot.

Cuddy stopped in her tracks. There was no way she was pregnant. Sure her monthly cycle had been right on time, she hadn't been feeling nauseas or weak or tired, there was no change in her eating habits other than her recent dislike for coffee and not wanting to have sex with Lucas, but she attributed that to stress and caffeine was not good for her stress levels. No there was no way she could be pregnant…

Taking a detour to the clinic, Cuddy quickly found Nurse Brenda who she asked to take blood sample and send it to the lab for a pregnancy test, under a different name of course and to put a rush on the results. The results arrived an hour later and only served to confirm Thirteen's diagnosis. Another hour later Cuddy was seated on an exam table in the OB/GYN office waiting as she prepared for the ultrasound.

"You look nervous Dr Cuddy," the doctor said and Cuddy nodded her head.

"I just didn't expect to fall pregnant right now".

"Okay why don't you lie down, lift up your blouse and lets have a look. And then we'll take it from there, how does that sound?" Dr Freed said in his most calm voice.

Cuddy did as she was told and squirmed a bit when he squirted the cold gel onto her abdomen. She felt the pressure of the wand of the machine pressed onto her belly and she unconsciously heaved in a deep breath.

"Wow," Dr Freed whispered as he moved the wand around Cuddy's belly. "How far along did you say you were?" he asked Cuddy and she could only reply with a blank look. Seeing his patient's confused expression he turned the monitor towards her so she could have a look at what he was seeing. He moved the wand around again until it settled just on the baby's heart and Cuddy felt the tears forming in her eyes as she listened to the strong heartbeat of her child.

"That as you know is the heart beat. That's the legs, arms, head, abdomen," he continued to tell her as he moved the wand around. He rapidly took a few measurements, "the head circumference seems to be in proportion with the rest of the body…" he trailed off. But Cuddy had long ago shut him out, she was too awed by the picture on the screen to deal with anything else. "Everything looks perfect," he said when he finished examining the baby.

"According to my calculations, this baby will be arriving in the next four and a half to five months, which means she was conceived at least five months ago. Is that correct Dr Cuddy?" Neil Freed asked and Cuddy nodded her head, her brain still wrapping around the fact that she had a living, growing baby in her and she had no idea.

He tore the ultrasound pictures from the machine and handed them to Cuddy with a prescription for prenatal vitamins as well as a good night's rest.

"Are you okay Dr Cuddy?" he asked when he noticed that she was not actually listening to him.

"Yeah its just, I thought it was impossible for me to actually conceive, let alone carry a child to term, and my period has been regular for the last four months too," she said twisting her hands nervously.

Dr Freed smiled gently at her knowing it was just nerves and fear that were making its way to her mind.

"Is this your first pregnancy?" he asked and she nodded her head.

"Well having your period is nothing to worry about. It's not common, but it's not unheard of, either. I would keep an eye on it, but really there's nothing to stress about," he assured her.

"You and dad should just enjoy this pregnancy, because your lives are about to change," he told her and Cuddy realised he was right. Her life was about to change in five months time.

Wait… he just said four months, which meant that she was already 20 weeks pregnant which meant that this kid was conceived when she and House had spent the weekend in Michigan, seeing as Lucas had been busy the entire month with his own work…

Which ultimately meant that she was carrying House's spawn in her belly…

Oh their finished business was far from unfinished….


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Uh one more thing - I did a bit of research on the stages of pregnancy - but I am not going to focus the story on the pregnancy itself - but it is an important part of the story.

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