A/N I am pleased that my updates keep getting longer. Hopefully this one will also be even longer than the last. It all depends on how much time I have on my hands. If you are wondering how I knew how to cast a leg so well, I've broken my left wrist three times. It sucks. They are pretty much the same thing. So I wrote that on my experience. If any of you want to hear the story, then PM me, okay? Anyways, happy reading!

Robert was the first to wake up the next morning. The alarm clock flashed 10:37 in large, red numbers. He never did like that clock of Allison's. The two have them had gotten into a heated argument over it. He wanted to throw it away and keep his alarm clock. She wanted, of course, to chuck his. She persisted and he finally gave in to her. Allison was leaning on her side next to Robert, her arms wrapped tightly around him. He turned around, facing her and stroked her cheek with two fingers. She slowly awakened. Robert gave her a soft smile and pushed the hair out of her face.

"Good morning, beautiful." Robert leaned in to kiss her, and when their lips were about a centimeter apart, she glanced at the clock and screamed. She yanked the covers off of her and leaped out of bed. She immediately fell to the floor and screamed in agony. Robert was out of bed and by her side in seconds. She had apparently forgotten that she broke her ankle climbing up the stairs at work in her heels of death.

"I don't know about beautiful with this big, ugly cast on my leg," Allison said. Her eyes were filled with tears but they did not fall.

"Of course you are. That cast just shows how tough you are," he comforted her. She smiled at him and Robert pulled Allison up with one hand.

"I'll make breakfast," Allison said as she grabbed her crutches and headed for the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't!" Robert exclaimed as he grabbed her arm, preventing her from advancing any farther.

"I am putting you on bed rest of the day. Tomorrow, we might go to the park or see a movie. But other than that, you are house bound until we go back to work. And even then, until two weeks after you get your cast removed, you are going to be taking it easy. One more fall or injury and the baby could really get hurt. Besides, you are putting way too much stress on yourself. You just need rest for the rest of the week. I'll do everything else, okay?" She nodded and let him help her to their bedroom. He held onto her arm tightly and leaned her crutches up against the wall. He lay Allison on the bed and propped up her leg with pillows.

"Now. What would you like for breakfast?" Allison smiled at Robert and began to respond.

"German pancakes!" Robert kissed her forehead and replied,

"Of course," They'll be ready in about twenty minutes. Would you like anything else?"

"Could you just hand me my book please?" "Sure," He handed her the book he had bought for her the day before, after she had gotten her cast and walked to the kitchen. Pulling out all the ingredients he would need for German Pancakes, Robert turned the stereo on and played a soft rock and roll station. The music was loud enough for him to comfortably enjoy, yet quiet enough so Allison would not be able to hear it from their bedroom.

When he finished making her breakfast, Robert brought the pancake, along with a glass of milk to Allison on a tray.

"I brought you your breakfast!" Robert set the tray on her lap and watched as she took a bite. Her reaction though, was not what he expected it to be. Her face drained of all the color and she looked like she was about to puke. She threw the tray off her, spilling everything all over the bed. Grabbing her crutches, she made a mad hobble to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Startled, Robert ran in after her and held her hair back as she continued to retch.

"Is my cooking that bad?" he jokingly asked Allison. She turned to face him and responded, "Morning-" she was cut off by another wave of sick rising up. She swung back around and puked into the toilet. Keeping her head in the toilet, she finished, "sickness." She turned back around to face Robert and he grinned at her.

"What are you smiling over? You aren't the one with your head in a toilet."

"I'm just so…happy. We are having a child together. This is it. This is…this is permanent. No going back now," Robert told Allison.

"You were thinking of leaving me? You don't want me or this baby, do you?" Her voice was soft and the hurt was evident. She burst into tears.

"What? Of course not! I love you Allison! If I was going to leave you, I would have left you long ago. This is something we will always share together. I don't even think House is so much of an ass as to leave his pregnant girlfriend. I would never, never do that!" Allison burst into tears and lunged for Robert. Grasping him tightly she sobbed into his shoulder.

"I think the nausea, for now, is gone." She told him.

"Would you like some breakfast now?" She nodded her head and gazed longingly at Robert, with a ravaging thirst. She just had another mood swing.

A/N Well? What do you think? Be brutal! Tee hee! Sorry for the shorter chapter! I'll update again next week(?) ;-) In the mean time, REVIEW!