House awoke with a small moan of pain; his neck was on fire, his leg was throbbing and his chest felt like someone had shot him…he was on the couch with an empty glass of, what House assumed was scotch by the very familiar smell, clutched tightly in his right hand.

House lie on the couch, allowing the pain to throb over his entire being slowly with his eyes squeezed shut as he realized today was still his birthday and Cameron knew. House let out a barely audible groan when he realized Cameron knew it was his birthday and scrunched up his face in an unpleasant manner.

"Perfect…" he griped as he opened his eyes and tried to blink away the few daring rays of sun that bravely peeked through his blinds, causing him to raise a hand to shield his bright blue orbs.

"What is?" Cameron called out, her petite body leaning against House's bedroom doorframe.

House, facing the opposite direction of where the soft voice was coming from, sat up as he said, "The, uh, rays are sun are perfect."

"Uh huh."

House's back was still turned to her, so he shifted on the couch till he was comfortable and able to see her as well. He immediately noted she helped herself to one of his shirts, which caused him to show her a brief fleeting smile.

"What?" she asked, looking down at herself, "Is there something wrong?"

"That's my favorite shirt." He pointed out, a lie of course but maybe she was as naïve as he thought she was.

She gave him a small smile and shook her head slowly, her brown hair threatening to tumble from the loose ponytail she threw it up in. Wisps of it framed her attractive visage, causing House to shudder unnoticed.

"I happen to know your favorite shirt is not this one." She claimed, pulling the neck of the shirt away from herself, pinching it between two fingers.

"Yeah, well I like that shirt too." He retorted, rubbing his thigh as he reached for his Vicodin bottle on the coffee table.

"Of course." She stated simply, humor entwined around each word.

House, having already swallowed two Vicodin without water, popped the cap back onto the bottle and placed it carefully onto the coffee table. He leaned back into the couch and sighed, allowing the pain to ebb away as the painkillers fought it off.

"What do you want to do today?" Cameron asked, interrupting House's daydreams.

"Sleep?" he offered, rubbing his scruffy cheek with the palm of his hand.

"You do that too much, you need some fun in your life." She disclosed, flocking over to where House was sitting, legs sprawled, head resting back and eyes closed.

"I used to have fun every night but you know…" he trailed off, a hint of a smile on his face.

"How about some free fun?" she offered slyly, causing him to jump when he realized she had moved in front of him.

"Such as?" he asked, raising an eyebrow when Cameron leaned forward and perched herself onto his lap, taking care not to disturb his bad leg.

"This."

"Uh huh…" he managed to get out, well aware that Allison Cameron was straddling him right now without any drinks or drugs in her.

Cameron leaned forward and kissed House passionately, not a hard task to accomplish when he complied easily. When they broke, both panting slightly, she smiled and said, "Happy birthday, House," before continuing their fervent kissing.


House's couch wasn't very big to begin with, add a six foot two and a half man and a moderately pregnant woman and you're bound to have someone fall off. That someone was none other than House himself, although he wasn't even the one who was slipping off.

"Cameron, be careful." He warned, regarding Cameron with a sleepy blue eye.

House was lying on his back; Cameron snuggled against him with a large comforter keeping them warm. However, someone was bound to fall of the couch eventually and the way Cameron slept restlessly she started to slip of backwards.

House's hands shot out and grabbed her, although he was extremely tuckered out he managed to keep her on the edge with his strong grip. His hands eased their way to her waist, pulling her up and over House's frame as he went the opposite direction in one fluid movement, causing the inevitable to happen. House landed on the floor with a grunt, glad he landed on the opposite side of his bad leg.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asked, panicked and heart racing.

"Peachy." House snipped, pushing himself up onto his elbows.

Cameron couldn't stifle her giggles as she looked over at the flushed faced House. House looked askance at her, thankful that he had managed to fall with the thick brown comforter wrapped around his bare lower half.

"Seriously though, are you alright." She asked, concern flitting over her pretty face once more... her pink cheeks telltale signs of what had been going on not moments before.

House sighed, and cocked an eyebrow at her, his mouth turning up into a wry grin as he nodded. He pulled himself into a sitting position and looked about the room as if he didn't know how he got there.

"You gonna sit there and laugh at me like a little schoolgirl or are you going to help me up?" he asked, eyeing her daringly.

"I think I'm going back to bed, till someone learns his manners." She teased, enjoying his distaste.

"So, I have to beg? I'm a cripple, I should have things handed to me when I want them." He claimed, although a smile could be seen on his face.

Cameron scrunched her nose up and said, "You're still human, and so you still need to use manners like everyone else."

"I'm not like everyone else, that's my point."

"Don't we all know it?" Cameron grumbled.

"What was that?" House demanded, edging towards the couch so that he could rest his back against it.

"I said, 'say please or baby House and I will never help you up'."

House laughed aloud at that one, not used to the playful, teasing Cameron.

"Please, happy?" he asked, throwing his hands up in the air.

Cameron nodded and ambled off the couch, pulling House up when they both counted to three. House hobbled on one leg, using Cameron as support before he managed to stand up on his own.

"Thanks." He muttered, falling down onto the couch with a grunt, pulling the comforter over his body tighter.

House looked down at his chest, cocking his head at the sight of the small, circular scars. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he continued to look at his bare chest. Cameron watched him the whole while, tugging on his shirt she wore before the whole birthday present ordeal.


TBC...

I'm going to try and speed things up, we all love Ham moments but I'm sure we'd like to get on with it...plus I'm trying to think of a way to fast forward time and include the baby some more.

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