A/N: I know this is a really short chapter... but it's kind of a buffer for you guys, and I thought it would be kind of cute. Hope you like it:)

Cameron slumped into the room at 11:30 that night, exhausted. She sighed deeply as she heard Chase close the door behind her. She tossed her suitcase onto the king-sized bed and hit the chair bottom with a dull thud. She stared out the open window into the sparkling Australian city that laid 20 stories beneath her. It looked so beautiful... so full of promise and wonder. But all Cameron could feel now was disapointment and exhausted frustration. She heard Chase turn on the sink in the bathroom. A few minutes later it turned off, and the room laid extremely quiet for 30 minutes.

Cameron looked down at her stomach and touched it gently. She could just barely see the beginnings of a lump, but then again, it was probably just her imagination. She stroked it with the edge of her thumb and thought about the little creature that was growing inside of her... how many cells was it at this point? Ten? Fifty? One hundred? Suddenly, she got the strangest feeling inside of her... like she wasn't meant to carry this baby... She didn't deserve this child. She felt like she should push the baby out of her right now, rub it off... she tensed her stomach and clutched her arms to her chest, tears beginning... But then it truly hit her. She was a mother. She raised her head.

"Oh, my God."

Chase peered around the corner of the bathroom wall.

"What?" he said.

"Oh...oh my God!" cried Cameron, standing up.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" asked Chase, looking concerned. He hurried towards her, but pulled back as Cameron began to freak. She put her hands to her forehead and pushed her fingers into her hair. A huge smile crept onto her face... it threatened to rip her face clean off.

"Oh my GOD!!" she screamed. "I'm... I'm having a baby!"

Chase cocked an eyebrow. "Yes...?"

"I'M GONNA BE MOTHER!" she screamed, pointing to herself hysterically, but joyfully. "I'M--! I'm GONNA BE A MOM!"

Chase's eyes twinkled with laughter.

"You're just now realizing this?" he chuckled.

"Well... no, of course not-- but it just now hit me what all of this means! I'm going to be a soccer mom with the big old jeep and the PTA meetings and the--"

"Prozac?" suggested Chase.

"Shut up!" she laughed, smacking him playfully on the arm. She took her hands in his. "You're gonna be a daddy!"

Chase nodded slightly, his eyes trailing off into the distance. He blinked.

"You're... right."

She nodded, biting her lip in excitement. He looked at her, and to her surprise, there were tears in his eyes.

"I'm gonna be a daddy!"

She laughed hysterically and flung her arms around him. They sat in each other's arms for a while before pulling apart.

"So," he began, but he was cut off as Cameron swore loudly. "What's wrong?" he asked her.

"I missed my OB appointment back in Jersey!" she shouted, smacking herself on the forehead. "Dammit!"

"Well, I know some good doctors around here," said Chase. "We'll go tomorrow." Cameron nodded, then smiled.

"You know," she said, playing with the collar of his shirt. "We have to think of names."

"If it's a boy?" he asked.

"I dunno," she said, shrugging. "I don't want to name our kids something common... like Zach or Jake or Brittany..."

"Ugh," cringed Chase. "I wouldn't let you name our child Brittany even if it wasn't normal." Cameron giggled.

"Anyway, so I always liked names like Jaden or Caleb..."

"How about Benjamin?" asked Chase.

"That could work," she said. "Especially with your blonde hair."

"If it's a girl?"

Cameron thought for a moment. "How about Mary?"

"I thought you didn't like common."

"Actually, Mary isn't as common as you'd think these days, but even so... I like it. It's simple... cute... biblical."

"Yes, and that's what we want. A kid with a biblical name. Why don't we just name her Obadia?"

"Your life would be in serious danger if you named our daughter Obadia."

Chase laughed.

"What about you?" asked Cameron. "For a girl?"

"Ruth?" suggested Chase.

"I'm sorry, are we giving birth to an 89-year-old?" asked Cameron sarcastically.

"You're mean," said Chase playfully. "House is rubbing off on you." Cameron grinned, then let out a sharp laugh as an idea hit her.

"We could name our kid Greg," she laughed.

"Yeah, great plan," said Chase, rolling his eyes. "In that case we should just name them all after people we work with."

"How about Micah?" suggested Cameron. "For a boy?"

"I love that!" said Chase. "If it's a girl... Michaelin."

"It's different," said Cameron, pondering. "But cute! Sounds like a girl who could beat up any guy on the playground. I'd like that.

"How about Mona for a girl?" said Chase.

"Mona Lisa Cameron," said Cameron, listing the names out loud.

"What?" asked Chase.

"Well, I mean... I think if we named our kid 'Mona', we'd have to go all out... 'Lisa' is a perfectly lovely middle name--"

"No, I mean... 'Cameron'..."

"Well, it certainly wouldn't be Mona Lisa Chase."

Chase blinked. "I suppose not."

It was at this moment that the room got very quiet and very uncomfortable.