As a distraction, he observed the other people in the waiting room, silently categorizing and forming their story based on clothing or interactions with the others around them.
Across the room, a woman in her early thirty's, middle-class, squeezed the hand of who he assumed to be her husband, biting her lower lip, but smiling none the less. This was their first child.
By the window, a girl in her teens sat alone with her head bowed down, hair greasy and fairly tangled, wearing a large hoody while fidgeting with the loose thread on her jeans, wrapping it tightly around her finger. Abortion.
Another woman was lecturing her children between clenched teeth to behave and play with their toys quietly. She was the experienced one. The husband was nowhere to be found, probably busy running his company to get the big bucks, after seeing the diamond bracelet and earrings she was wearing.
Then his focus turned to the two boys fighting over their Lego's in the middle of the room. Studying their behavior, the way they disregarded their mother's demand at hushed tones, arguing about where the wheels needed to be placed in order to make their 'world dominating truck,' or so they called it. House always found kids to be fascinating with all their innocence and ignorance.
His attention turned to the daughter that he hadn't noticed before sitting next to her mom, coloring in her book, feet swaying from the height of the chair. She was much different from her brothers: calm, quiet, innocent, and hopeful. A Lego tossed at her chest tore her away from her reverie as she looked up to see her brothers pointing and laughing on the ground. Picking up the thrown Lego and a white crayon (smart girl) she chucked both at her brothers, one getting hit in the temple while the crayon connected between the eyes.
'That a girl,' House thought. Reaching out, he grabbed Cameron's hand, squeezing gently, thinking to himself that he would like a little girl of his own.
"Your hand is sweaty. Nervous," she asked with a smile.
"No. It's hot in here," he replied bluntly, giving her a look that answered the question with honesty.
Unlacing their fingers, he scanned through another magazine, checking his watch until,
"Allison House," a nurse called out.
"Here," she said.
House threw the magazine onto the table, watching it slide onto the floor, while Cameron seized his hand to rise with her and follow the nurse. Instantly, he noticed that Cameron's shoulders were tense, obviously as nervous as he was at the possibility of something being wrong, but still trying to be optimistic.
When they walked into the exam room, a nurse handed her a cup,
"There's a bathroom around the corner," she smiled sweetly and gestured to her left. Cameron took a deep breath, smiling back, and then headed in the direction the nurse had shown.
House took in his surroundings, the designed wallpaper of bottles, blankets, rattles, and pacifiers, the exam table, only stopping when he realized how ridiculous it seemed. He was a doctor and acting as if he had no idea what was going on, like he had never experienced something such as this before. Well...not personally, but it felt as if all medical training, all knowledge drained away because, now, he was the patient's husband...the father.
When Cameron walked back in, she gave the cup to the nurse, taking a seat on the exam table, waiting patiently. The nurse left the room with a 'I'll be right back,' after she handed a gown for her to change into.
House couldn't fight a slight smile at the oblivious expression on his wife's face. It was almost amusing to think that she was acting the same way he was not too long ago: curious, excited, but unsure. His smile grew even bigger as she stripped to put on the gown, sitting back down on the exam table. When her fingers dug into the leather cushion as she rocked back and forth, he frowned,
"Come here."
Head snapping up, she jumped down to settle herself on his good thigh, stretching her legs across his lap to rest on the chair beside them.
He couldn't lie, but Cameron sitting in his lap with his hand gliding from ass to thigh was definitely arousing, causing him to shift in his seat,
"Are you alright," she asked concerned, unwrapping her arms from around his neck to rest on his shoulders.
"I'm fine."
"If I'm hurting you I can-"
"Allison, I'm fine." Lips tightening, she went back to her original position as did he and said,
"I was just thinking about what we could do when we get home."
Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door, and the doctor walked in. Cameron swung her legs over to stand, mindful of his bed leg.
"Hello again Allison," they shook hands and Cameron went to sit on the exam table while House stood to shake the doctor's hand,
"You must be the husband," he replied with a nod, "I'm Doctor Murray," she said then turning to Cameron.
"Now last time, you just came to confirm if you were pregnant and that's all we did correct?"
"Yes," Cameron said with a nod, her nerves causing her to shake internally.
"Okay and I see you are only four weeks pregnant."
"I know it's early, but...I've tried before to get pregnant and was told that I...couldn't." It was almost a whisper, a soft, gentle, painful whisper.
"I understand," Dr. Murray said while looking through her chart, "You're a doctor?"
"Yeah at Princeton Plainsboro."
"Well, you probably already know the routine," House and Cameron both nodded, "I'm going to have some blood tests run, check to see that the urine sample shows no signs of infection, but first I would like to do a Pap smear," she turned to House, "Would you like to stay in here or leave?"
Winking at Cameron, both knowing that what he meant by it because of his earlier comment. The doctor smiled and repeated her question, clearly aware of what Allison's husband was referring to.
"I can handle staying in here. Nothing I haven't seen before," House said with a shrug, tongue in his cheek as he grinned.
"House!" Cameron covered her face in embarrassment, cheeks red, but couldn't help the subtle smirk that crept across her face.
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On the ride back, Cameron was looking through the pamphlets from Dr. Murray that went over couples and pregnancy, what to expect, what's normal...the works.
"I don't know why people even bother making those, let alone read them."
"What's wrong with the pamphlet," Cameron asked offended.
"They're telling you to talk about the pregnancy, share your concerns as if I'm just going to say, 'It was great knocking you up, see you in nine months' It's stupid," he shrugged, turning into the driveway.
"Just because you think you know everything doesn't make this pamphlet any less effective or stupid as you so kindly put it." She threw the pamphlet onto the dashboard, massaging the side of her head before getting out of the car.
House rolled his eyes, mouthing 'Great' to nobody in particular.
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Opening the door, Cameron sat on the couch and turned on the tv, with out saying a word to him. He limped over, nudging her shoulder to get her to scoot over.
He liked to sit on the right side and she was in his space.
"There's the entire couch for you," she replied without looking up at him.
"When do I not sit on the right side," the look she gave made him add, "Not when you're facing the couch."
A switch of the channel and a cold shoulder later, he sighed and went to the kitchen, pulling off take-out menus from the fridge then carrying them into the living room, realizing that Cameron had moved to the other side of the couch.
"Soo. You obviously want to be a bully tonight."
He placed the menus on the coffee table for them to look at then taking his seat. He was taunting her, she knew it, and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Don't tempt me," reaching for her arm, bringing her between his legs, back against chest. He started rubbing along her upper arms, moving to massage her shoulders before he bumped the side of her face with his cheek to tilt her head.
His tongue trailed along the side of neck, going back to give open mouth kisses along the path he had just traced earlier.
The tightness in his jeans became even tighter when a moan reached his ears, her hands running along his thighs.
One hand sliding down her side, lifting her shirt to reveal her stomach as he protectively flattened his hand, caressing gently in circles while his thumb caressed her cheek with the other.
Soon he slid his hands even further down to grip her waist, tugging her backwards against him to press his hard-on against her back over and over until she scooted forward away from him.
Wagging her finger at him,
"No, you were being a jerk in the car."
Reaching for her arm again, she stood, taking a step back. House dropped his arm with a sigh and as bluntly and deprivingly sounding as he could,
"Don't be mean and make me cum," she crossed her arms in front of her chest, raising an eyebrow,
"Well that's sweet, but I'd suggest you use the bathroom around the corner."
"Tease," he complained while rising with his cane heading in the direction of the bathroom. When the door closed, she shouted,
"What do you want for dinner?!"
