Back at his job, he sat down behind his desk with a deep sigh, just three weeks since he was working again and he was exhausted and although he loved Emily, he preferred staying a little longer at work. Somehow, her pregnancy hormones had targeted him to be to blame for everything that happened. She dropped a plate, his fault. Jensen was being naughty, his fault. The neighbor's dog kept barking, his fault. The first one because he was distracting her by asking what they had for dinner and the other two because he didn't do anything about it. After he went to bed (she was tired, absolutely his fault because she had to wait for him to get home) he was going to be awoken three times in the night because the baby had moved. After a few seconds he had just sighed ''Wonderful darling'' trying to get back to sleep, only to be accused of not caring about the baby because he was a bastard. Somehow, the hormones even outsmarted him when she had a totally illogical circle which ended because it was his fault.

One thing that was his fault was that House was gone. Foreman had been trying to track him down, but it seemed that had gone back in his death again. Maybe if he hadn't lashed out to House, he would still be here. Now they didn't have an idea if he left the US or on which continent he was.

He started to clean up his desk, emptying it for the cleaning lady. He looked at the two little frames on his desk. One was a picture of Emily and Jensen, the other one the drawing he made for him when he was in the hospital. He chuckled when he realized that Emily's belly was the size it was on the paper. 23 weeks made the little woman look really pregnant. He had never been very tall. On his seventeenth he had been fully grown at six feet one. But her five feet five seemed to be even smaller now her pregnancy really started showing.

Before he could put on his jacket his phone rang and he saw it was Emily, what, was she going to blame him for the matter that there wasn't world peace? ''I am almost home, sweetly.'' ''You better be, Jensen wants you to read for him, you better get there before he gets because you think your patients are more important to us.'' He sighed. ''I never said my patients are more important than you, I am already outside by the car.''

''Then why can I see you right now?'' He looked up, seeing Emily standing by the rail on the second floor. She hung up the phone. ''It is Thursday!'' she yelled, pulling the attention of the whole hall. Before she could yell at him through the whole hall again he ran back, up the stairs and saw her walking to him. ''Congratulations, I brought Jensen to the neighbors, he seemed disappointed.''

He kissed her on the cheek. ''I am so sorry. I will make it up.''

''You better because I am getting pretty annoyed of …'' He didn't even listen anymore, just nodded and smiled. He realized that the ''Sahara technique'' was the best option for her hormones. When she had been pregnant of Jensen, she had even blamed a waiter in Norway of her jetlag. The Sahara technique meant that he didn't even react to it anymore, just agreed that everything was his fault.

''And before you knew it was a girl you were way more..''

''I am going to Jensen now, Bye sweetheart, I love you.''

''Robert, wait! Are you using the Sahara technique again?'' Sure, even his own technique was probably in one of her fluffy puffy pregnancy books.

''Oh yeah, AIDS in Africa was my fault too, wasn't it?'' He smiled. ''I will sign myself up for Doctors without Borders. See you tomorrow.''

Before she could answer again, he ran down the stair again. He knew that she would probably be forgotten it again tomorrow, she always did. He called a cab, happy that she hadn't walked outside, he told her every day that he want to work with his car, but the car hadn't left the hospital parking spot. He hadn't dared to drive since the accident, since he didn't trust himself driving. He didn't even know why he crashed in the storm, but he was afraid something would happen again. Emily blamed him that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt when he crashed, while he was sure he was wearing a seatbelt. He always was, especially in his own jeep. It was his routine.

The cab reached the apartment building and he stepped out.

''Sorry, I had a little emergency at work.'' He said, standing that neighbors door.

''Doesn't matter, we understand.'' Jensen came walking outside. ''Mommy is really mad at you.''

''I know.'' He said, blushing while the neighbors closed the door.

''What do you want for dinner? I think you are very hungry.''

''Pancakes'' he said, excited. Robert was too tired to say that pancakes with breakfast and he started to make them. ''Do you want one with cheese?'' Jensen nodded.

In the evening he was relaxing on the couch, playing FIFA. Jensen was sleeping against his shoulder, at least, until looked up to him and asked; ''Will I get a brother or a sister?'' He looked down at his son, stopping th game. ''I don't know, what would you like, a brother or a sister?''

''A brother, girls are stupid. They don't like sports.''

''Mommy isn't stupid.''

''But she is not a girl, she is mommy. But she is mad at you.''

''That is just because she has a baby in her belly, it makes her mad at everything.''

He frowned. ''Is she mad at me too?''

''No, not at you, but she is mad because I work so much. Are you also mad at me because I work so much?''

''No, because you save people. But I miss you sometimes.''

''I miss you too sometimes. Let's go to bed now.''

He wanted to stand up, but Jensen kept laying down. ''I don't want to go to bed yet.'' He lifted his son up, he could still feel his ribs, but it was getting better. ''Come on, it is late, you must be tired.''

Not even a few minutes later, he was glad to lay down in his own bed. He knew he would sleep tonight, but felt a little guilty about how he had acted to her. He was glad that he fell asleep.

…..

For a second he thought he had overslept, but he realized he woke up from the sound of the shower, still twenty minutes before his alarm should go off. He stood up, walking to the bathroom.

''How was your nightshift?''

''Fine.''

''I am sorry about yesterday, I wish just a little busy and….well…sorry.''

''Fine.'' She just said again.

He dropped his pajama pants and stepped with her in the shower. ''Rob, you are still wearing your underwear.'' He shrugged. ''I was afraid you would kick me out of the shower, thought the underpants would distract you.'' He said with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands around her belly. She turned around, stood on her toes and kissed him in his neck. Her fingers traced the scar on his chest, by his heart. Her hand traced down to the new scar on his ribs. '' I still can't believe a patient stabbed you.''

''Well, it is true. But that was so long ago.'' She stood farther on her toes, wiping his blonde hair under the shower water. ''I am also sorry about yesterday.'' He started to wash his hair. ''Doesn't matter, I know it are the devilish hormones speaking in you.''

She pressed him against his chest. ''I don't want you to sign up for Doctors without Borders.''

''I won't, I'd miss you guys too much, especially your urge to clean the room when I am still in bed.''

''That is because you always make a mess.''

''Aha, that was it, I am signing up!'' He washed the last lather away en stepped out of the show, throwing the soaked underpants in the laundry bin.

''Robert, Robert! I can hear your phone going off in the living room.'' He grabbed a towel, folded it around him and rushed there. ''Robert.''

''This is Eric. I know it is a lot I ask from you, but could you help NICU out today? I know you and your team don't have a case right now. But a lot of the staff of NICU are sick or on holiday.''

''I am not sure…I have hardly been home.''

''Sorry, but we really need your help.''

''Fine.'' he just growled.

He walked back to the bedroom, Emily came walking out of the bedroom. ''I am so sorry, Emily. I have to work late tonight. Foreman just called, NICU is short on hands.''

''You are the head of diagnostics, why do you need to help there, there are enough other people in the staff who can work there.''

''Yeah, but they can say no. I can't.'' He just mumbled.

''Just call him back and say no, that you want to be home tonight.''

''You know I can't.''

''I wish you could. It is funny, since it is four years ago that we should have gotten married, but no, you couldn't say no.''

Chase pulled a T-shirt over his head, knew he had to change again at PPTH. ''Yeah, because you would rather have me standing there than saving a boy Jensen's age. ''

He grabbed his stuff. ''I will try to be home in time, but I am not going to promise anything.'' He kissed her on her forehead, running out of the apartment. He grabbed his bag from the piano in the corner of the living room, where he usually put it when he came back from the evening, grabbing his lunch packet from the counter which Emily had made for him before she went in the shower.

Since he was very early he decided to try to walk to his work. It was only twenty minutes if he walked in a fast pace. Although he hadn't left the apartment in good terms, but still he felt pretty well. He grabbed his headphones from his shoulder bag, putting on some music. Going to his ''Europe'' playlist, all the songs he had collected and heard on their journey to Europe. He scrolled to his favorite, an upbeat Dutch song, he had no idea what the lyrics meant but it sounded it very good, the 2 male singers voices melted together really well. He was going to look up what the lyrics meant later, for sure. Halfway, he called a cab anyway, his legs becoming tired, somehow, even after five years he could still feel it form the cloth after the stabbing. Instead of walking to NICU he walked to his own office first, greeting his team. ''Sorry guys, but today we are having clinic duty.''

''You mean, we have. You are going to sit in your office all day long reading.'' Taub frowned.

''Not exactly, I am helping out at NICU today.'' His team nodded, stood up and walked out. He opened his lunch for a second, realizing he didn't have breakfast yes. There was small note in it from Emily, the business card of his favorite restaurant. On it was a small 8 PM writing with pen. He smiled, suddenly understanding why she reacted so hard to the fact that he had to over work.

''I really need to go home now.'' He said, looking to the doctor next to him. ''Please, Robert, stay a little longer, you are such a great help and we are really short on hands. Please.'' He begged him.

''I really can't. I have been a crappy husband the last few weeks and I promised to take her out for dinner tonight.'' That was only half a lie.

''If you stay half an hour, I can help you with spreading the romance.'' The woman next to him chuckled. ''Your wife's name is Emily, right?''

He nodded. ''Are you trying to blackmail me?'' She nodded back. ''But chicks dig flowers.

After half an hour, he walked behind her to the staff room, shocked that it was already a quarter to 8.

''Here, give this to her. I am sure she likes roses….I don't.'' She handed him a bouquet of roses. ''They are from my ex-boyfriend, I don't want them. Figured you could use them.''

The little card said: Em, I love you

''Is your name Emily as well? Are you sure I can take them?''

''No, my name is Emmy, but please, take them.''

He thanked her, honestly grateful and ran to the locker room as fast as he could, glad he always had some spare clothes in his locker. He put on the jeans he put on this morning, a clean shirt and the sneakers which were on the bottom of the locker and before he ran out, wiped the half long locks behind his ears. He was only half an hour to late in the restaurant. Glad Emily was still there, he felt like a teenage boy when he handed her the flowers. ''Ah, that is so sweet.'' She kissed him on the mouth and he felt guilty that he hadn't thought of buying flowers himself. He sat down.

''Thank you for this dinner.''

''Who said I am paying? I just wanted to hint you in the right direction.'' She chuckled.

''I am sorry for this morning, you know I just can't say no whe-''

''I know, and when I fell in love with you, I also fell in love with your loyalty, that is what made you so special and sweet. But you also know that the loyalty has its pros and cons.''

''I know, but that is why I am only human.''

She nodded. ''I figured that as long I am still doing nightshifts, I can't complain when you work a little longer. We knew that our jobs would both be irregular. ''

She smiled when they ordered their drinks.

''I just wanted to have an open hearted conversation tonight. I talked to Judith and she told me you don't have an uncle.''

''Judith doesn't know him, remember I am older? She probably can't even remember we had a dad.''

''But your dad died when Judith was twelve, right?'' She frowned. He had forgotten he had never told her about his dad.

''Emily…my dad died when I was 27. I just never wanted to talk about it. He left us when I was nine, when Judith had just turned three. I am sorry, I just don't talk about my parents that easily.''

She smiled when the waiter handed their their drinks.

''Why didn't you tell me, you still don't trust me after five years?'' She said, raising her eyebrows.

''I just…don't talk about it anymore. I told everything to my first wife and she couldn't just stop…trying to heal me. Trying to talk about it. I know you would never do that if I don't want to, but I just thought it was better if you didn't know it. ''

''You mean Allison?''

''Yes. But if you want to know –''

''No, if you don't want to tell it, it is fine. Your parents are gone, I understand.''

''No, I will just tell you, My dad left us when I was nine.'' He poked the straw in the ice in his cola. ''Well, my mom couldn't take the care of me and my sister and I ended up caring for her. Let's say she found more comfort in bottles than in her children. She died when I was eighteen, her liver had shut down. She literally had drunk herself to death.''

''Robert, stop. It is okay.'' She said, scared by how emotionless her husband was telling her about his parents, as if he was telling a presentation on numbers.

''I am sorry for not telling you. I just want to forget it, but I never can and I am afraid I am going to fail, just like my dad did fail me and Judith.'' One tear rolled out of the corner of his eye and he felt ashamed, although it was just one tear. Emily whipped it away with her sleeve.

''You will never fail me, nor Jensen nor Charlotte.''

''So, you do like Charlotte?'' She nodded, smiled.

They ordered their food and chatted until it arrived, just as the plate hit the table Chase's phone went off. Emily frowned. ''Are you seriously going to take that?''

''It is Foreman, it could be important.'' She rolled her eyes when he walked out. To be honest, she didn't really know what to think about what he told about his parents, since he had never talked to her about them before. Sometimes he had given her little details, which were proven lies now and when she had tried to bring them up, he usually evaded the questions.

Robert walked in the cool air outside.

''What is it Eric?''

''House has been found in AMC hospital!''

''Where is that?'' Chase said, surprised.

''Amsterdam. I assume you know where Amsterdam is since there is a picture of Amsterdam in your office.''

''Shit, why is he there?''

''Amsterdam. He has had an overdose.''

Chase hung up the phone.

''What was it?'' Emily asked when he sat down at the table again.

''my uncle, they found him in Amsterdam.''

''Are you going to see him there?'' She said raising her eyebrow.

''I guess, he is my only uncle.''

''Great, how loyal you are to strange uncles, but you can't take a night of to be loyal to your family.''

He stood up. ''he is my uncle!''

She slammed her glass on the table and moved the wedding ring from her finger, held it out to him. He picked it up from her hand, confused.

''Fine, go to Amsterdam, smoke one with him, it is fine. Knock yourself out. Just know that if you set a foot in an airplane to Amsterdam, you never have to set a foot in the apartment again, nor a foot closer to me when Charlotte gets born. I am fed up with your shit, Robert Chase. Please think about your priorities and loyalties; your own family or some vague, fake uncle. Walk away now if you want. Go, just go!''

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NOTE: To whom will Chase be more loyal, his own family or House? What do you think? How about Chase and the car? Emily's behavior, please give me some feedback!

Yes, I think 6 ft 1 is short for a male, being a female close to 6 feet ;)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and you are looking forward to the next one!