Obsessedwithhouse: Okay, you caught me. I'm currently collecting every season of Friends. I'm only missing 5, 9, and 10. Considering I just started collecting them in August, I think I've done pretty well. Yeah, that's where the Braxton Hicks scene came from (kind of). Ross: After hearing she was having Braxton Hicks Oh. Was that all it was? Most women don't even notice them! Rachel: Hey, no uterus, no opinion.

To everyone else who's reviewed: Thanks, it's great to hear so much enthusiasm, and boy have I heard some!

BTW I still don't quite know if it's going to be House's or not. We'll just have to wait and see. (Chuckles evilly)

Alright, enough of my rambling, although I have to say that this chapter did not come easily. The last one just fell out of me, but this one...you know how it takes enormous amounts of heat to make sand into glass? This chapter was like me trying to make sand into glass by rubbing it between my hands. Then it all came together. Then it became almost smutty (I've been reading Sinister Scribe all night...sigh...geeze you're good.)

This Never Happened Before

House and Cuddy had fallen into a routine. During the week he slept at his house, but on Friday night he would come over and crash with her for Saturday and Sunday. One Saturday, quite a few weeks after that first night, Cuddy woke up at about 9 and crawled quietly out of the bed. House could be so cranky first thing in the morning, and she didn't want to hear him gripe about how long she was taking in the shower and how she'd woken him up before 10. Little did she realize that he woke up at her first movement. He laid there while she showered, just pondering over life's funny quirks. Nine months ago he had been lying in bed mooning about how he couldn't be with her, and now, he was lying in her bed, wearing her shirt. (It still smelled deliciously like her.) He listened to her singing softly in the shower. When I was a young boy, my mother said to me, there's only one girl in the world for you, probably lives in Tahiti, I go the whole wide world, I go the whole wide world just to find her. He groaned, not Wreckless Eric, not this early in the morning.

As if she heard him, she abruptly changed, I'm very sure, this never happened to me before I met you, and now I'm sure, this never happened before. Now I see, this is the way it's supposed to be, I met you and now I see, this is the way it should be, This is the way it should be for lovers, they shouldn't go it alone, it's not so good when you're on your own. House grinned, Paul McCartney. She's in a good mood. He heard the shower shut off and her moving around in the bathroom. She continued: So come to me, now we can be what we want to be, I love you and now I see, this is the way it should be. This is the way it should be. This is the way it should be for lovers, they shouldn't go it alone. It's not so good when you're on your own. She walked into the bedroom still singing softly, only wrapped in a towel, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders. He watched her discreetly, smiling at how the towel hardly wrapped around her anymore, showing more leg than it had a month ago.

I'm very sure, this never happened to me before I met you, and now I'm sure, this never happened before (this never happened before) this never happened before (this never happened), this never happened before.(this never happened before) House was trying very hard not to laugh as she collected clothes from her dresser, even singing the little echo part of the song, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music in her head.

She stood with her back to him, hands on hips, surveying her closet. Her head was cocked to the side as she decided what to wear for the day. Most of her maternity clothes were business attire because of the amount of time that she spent at work, so choices were limited. She had just decided to wear a stretchy tank top under House's shirt (which she didn't plan on giving back any time soon) when two arms wrapped around her. She gasped in surprise as he slid hair back from her neck and kissed the damp skin. Cuddy turned towards him trying to protest, but he just covered her mouth with his in one of the more searing kisses she'd ever had in her life. She was very aware that she was only wearing a towel; so was House. His hand went up and un-tucked the one edge and just as it was about to slide down, Cuddy caught it. Unfortunately it slid away in back, but she managed to keep it between them. "House." She said firmly. He kissed her collar bone. "House."

"Mm-hmm?" He continued to work his way up her necks stopping for a moment in that irresistible spot beneath her ear. She shivered under his lips.

"House, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

Finally, she braced a firm hand on his chest and pushed him away. He pouted. It took a minute for her brain to process this. Why the heck is he pouting? "What is wrong with you?"

"You mean right now, or in general? Because usually I'm high on Vicodin and cranky, and most people annoy me so I insult them in an effort to get them to go away..."

"I meant right now House!" She gritted her teeth in an effort to not strangle him.

"Oh!" He laughed. "You look sexy in a towel."

"House, I am about 3 weeks from my due date. I'm as big as a duplex. I can hardly see my feet anymore. Pretty soon I'm not going to be able to fit behind the wheel in my car. I'm puffy and bloated. I'm having more mood swings than a midsized high school. I don't feel sexy, I don't even feel pretty. So stop trying to seduce me!"

He laughed. She glared. Why is he laughing? He laughed even harder. "Are you drunk or something?"

"You get even sexier when you get angry."

She threw her hands up in the air in defeat. "I don't get you House." She gathered up her clothes and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

When she came out she found him making French Toast in the kitchen. He smiled sweetly at her as she sat down in one of the chairs at the table. After a moment of silence she asked, "So, are you going to explain what happened earlier?"

"Lisa, you need to realize that while you may not feel sexy, you still are."

"House..."

"Why don't you ever call me Greg?"

"What?"

He turned towards her. "You always call me House."

"I don't know."

"I do."

"Then why did you ask?"

"You want to keep me at a distance. If you call me House it's like we're still at work. For the past four weeks I've been calling you Lisa just to see if you'll call me Greg. But you never do. I don't call you Lisa at work, I still call you Cuddy there, but you always call me House. It's never personal for you."

She wrinkled her forehead. "That's not..."

"Right." He turned back to the stove.

Cuddy sighed. "House. I mean, Greg..."

"Don't start calling me that just because I brought it up."

She placed her hand on her head. "I don't understand you."

"I don't understand you." He put the plate of food down in front of her and poured her a glass of milk. "Why do you fight this so badly?"
"Fight what?"
"Us." House sat down in the chair around the corner of the table from hers. "Lisa, we have a connection, you know we do, but you fight me tooth and nail if I try to do anything about it."

"I don't fight you."

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't! You're here aren't you? I've fallen asleep in bed with you for the past four weekends, I'm wearing your shirt, most likely carrying your baby, you're standing there making me breakfast...should I go on?"

House stood up and turned his back to her, closing his eyes. He didn't know how to make her understand. "No Lisa. Not this emotional, relationship shit. I mean us, the physical side!"

"Wait. Let me see if I've got this straight. You're mad because I won't sleep with you?"

He turned around and glared at her.

Cuddy looked him straight in the eye. "No, that's it! I won't have sex with you, and so you get pissed at me. I've had sex with you! Besides...pregnant here if you hadn't noticed!"

"I don't want to have sex with you."

She rolled her eyes.

"Lisa."

"Greg."

He sat down at the table again, but she turned her face away. House reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't want to have sex with you. Lisa, I want to make love to you."

She turned to look at him. "Make love to me?"

"Yes."

"No."

"What?"

"That's not going to happen either."

House shook his head. "Excuse me?"

"House, there is no flippin' way. Hell could freeze over, pigs could be flying all over the place, Cameron and Chase could actually announce their relationship and come out in the open, Foreman could finally find a girl who will keep dating him despite the fact that he works 23 hours a day, Wilson could get married and then not get divorced, and it will still never happen."

"Lisa, we've had done it before."

"I know. And trust me, we will not have sex again until I am done being pregnant."

"Wait a second. So you're saying that there is a possibility I just have to wait until you're not pregnant anymore."

"Yes."

House considered this a minute. "Okay."

"That's it? You're fine with it now?"

"Yup. I just needed to know that there was a chance of us having sex again at some point."

Cuddy was almost beyond speech, "Why would you think...?"

He looked away. "It's just we've been sleeping together, without actually sleeping together, and I thought...maybe...we'd never actually have sex again."

"How would that be possible?"

"I don't know...what?"

Cuddy laughed. "House, if I weren't pregnant, I would have you right here, right now."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well...I feel better now."

"That's good. Will you heat my food up in the microwave?"

A/N: Okay, this chapter started out one way and then totally went in weird direction. I didn't actually plan on them ever having that conversation. Also, the first song she sings is Whole Wide World by Wreckless Eric (Will Ferrell sings it on Stranger Than Fiction) The second song she sings is This Never Happened Before by Paul McCartney, from The Lakehouse. (I love that movie! Mmmm Keanu Reeves...)

Anyway, we're nearing the end, she's only got about 3 weeks left (like one, maybe two chapters for that), the birth (one chapter there), then a couple wrap it up chapters and poke a fork in it, this story is done!