A/N Glad that you all enjoyed their engagement!

Noah and Allison were enjoying breakfast when the doorbell rang. Doctor Cuddy had insisted that the newly engaged couple take the day off to celebrate. It was eleven, and they had just gotten out of bed. He started on pancakes immediately while she made coffee. Noah agreed with House when he said that Allison's coffee was the best.

"I'll get it," said Allison, already walking out of the kitchen.

"Thanks, love," he called.

She pulled the door open, "Hello."

A couple in their fifties stood in the doorway, and Allison instantly recognized them. The woman looked remarkably similar to her son, giving him her hair and eye color, while the man gave Noah his broad shoulders and height.

"You must be Noah's parents,' she greeted, "I'm Allison Cameron."

Noah had heard Cameron say 'parents' and immediately snuck up and wrapped an arm around her waist. She jumped a little at his touch, which did not go unnoticed by his mother.

"Mom," he smiled, "Dad. You didn't tell me that you were coming."

"We can't visit our son?" the older man asked.

"Of course, but the apartment is a bit messy," Noah inwardly groaned, then realized they were probably wondering what Allison was doing there, "This is Allison Cameron, my fiancée."

"Fiancée?" his mother asked incredulously, "My little boy's getting married?"

"Yep," Noah answered.

"Please come in," Allison shot a look at him before pulling him out of the way.

"What about that other woman?" his father asked, "Nicole?"

"Natalie, Dad," Noah hid his anger, "she died a year ago. Mom came to her funeral."

"Well, maybe if you had joined my business, she wouldn't have died," Mr. Field shot back.

Allison felt Noah's anger flare up and calmed him by placing a hand on his chest, "Noah, why don't you go and check on the pancakes?"

"I turned the oven off when I came to check on you."

"Pancakes?" Mrs. Field stared at her son in surprise, "You can cook pancakes?"

"I learned how to cook quite a few things in while I was in medical school," Noah answered.

"Mrs. Field—" Allison started.

"Dear, call us Liz and Nolan," Liz laid a hand on her husband's knee, "You're joining the family."

"Liz," she repeated, "would you or Nolan like a cup of coffee?"

"That sounds wonderful," replied Mrs. Field.

"It is," said Noah, "Allie makes the best coffee I've ever tasted," he smiled warmly at her.

Cameron blushed, "How would you like it?"

"Black," answered Nolan.

"Two teaspoons of sugar," said Liz.

"I'll be right back," Allison rose and retreated to the kitchen.

"She's wonderful, Noah," his mother looked him honestly. "Where did you meet her?"

"Work," he grinned, "She's in the ER."

"How long have you two been going out together/' asked his father.

"Five months," Noah replied, "but I love her."

"Are you sure?" his father asked, "aren't you afraid that you're going to lose her too? She's in the ER where they could be guns or something."

"Dad, there's just as much risk in psych ward," he sighed, "I know you don't like her, but could you at least pretend. I'm happy for the first time since Natalie died."

"I'm sure we could find you a nice woman who is better suited for your status," he answered, just as Cameron walked in. No doubt had she heard what his father had just said, exemplified by her immediate retreat.

"Allie, love," Noah stood, glaring at his father, "Could you guys just leave? I'm sorry Mom, but I need to find Allie."

"I understand," she walked over to hug him, "Your father is an idiot. She's great."

"Thanks, Mom," Noah reached out a hand, "Dad."

"Keep it in mind, son," Nolan Field escorted his wife out of the apartment.

Noah turned toward the bedroom, sensing that she was there. He pulled a pancake from off of the stack he'd already cooked when his parents arrived.

"Allison," he found her curled near their closet, "Love, don't-don't listen to Dad. He never understood."

"There's got to be someone better for you," she let loose another torrent of tears.

"Look at me," he tugged softly at her chin, pulling her eyes up to look at him, "I love you, Allison Cameron. You're perfect in every way, and I know that I don't deserve you."

"I'm damaged," she stared at him as if he was crazy.

"You sound like House," said Noah, "and I'm just as 'damaged' as you are, but you're not damaged. You're beautiful and amazing and perfect."

Allison smiled, "He always said that I liked damaged people," she leaned up to kiss him, "I love you too."

"You're okay?" he questioned. She nodded, "Ignore my Dad, okay? I've said it before, but he and I don't get along."

"I'm okay," she replied.

Noah suddenly remembered something, "Hey, did I ever show you what I put on your ring?"

"No," she stared at him, surprised, "We were a little distracted yesterday with other things."

"Good things," he answered, remembering "Look at your ring, the inscription."

"Love you, Feed you, Never Leave you," she laughed, "This is amazing and sweet, Noah. Thank you."

"It's true," he kissed her softly, "Pancake?" He held up the plate he'd hidden behind him.

"Only you would bring up pancakes at a time like this," she laughed, kissing him harder as she grabbed a pancake from the plate beside him. They broke apart, and she took a bite of the pastry. "Feed me you do."

A/N

Madlin: Thanks so much for your review. I haven't decided the sex of the baby let, but I'm leaning that way. Plus, the baby is a little far off. I'm planning the wedding, doing the actual wedding, a honeymoon, married life, and eventually kid. That's the plan so far. Who knows what will come up?

Jules: Glad you enjoyed that. Thank you always for your continual reviewing. They encourage me.

Ribery: Thanks for both the compliments and the review.

Annabel_Rebecca: A poll definitely sounds like a good idea. I'll think about it. Thanks for your review.

See above review reply ^ for insight into what should happen. Thanks for reading, and please review!

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