House rubbed Cuddy's back in an effort to comfort her as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. The position they were in was awkward, her huddled over the porcelain bowl and him wedged between her and the wall, halfway between sitting and standing to be easier on his leg.

"Cuddy?" They heard Wilson call from in her office, as the door to the bathroom was ajar. House popped his head round.

"What?" He asked impatiently.

"I just needed Cuddy to sign some stuff... If you're busy, I can-" Wilson misjudged the situation and tried to make his excuses.

"Stop. Wait there."

Wilson did as he was told.

"Here." He handed Cuddy her toothbrush and measured out some mouthwash. He washed her as the minty white foam cleaned her mouth, and as she gargled on the blue liquid. She puffed up her hair a little, and dabbed at the slightly smudged makeup under her eyes.

"Hello there, Wilson." She spoke, her appearance giving off an air of professionalism, like she wasn't puking her guts up minutes before.

He handed her a file, his face flushing red. It was that moment that she realised having paper all over her floor and him finding her and House in her bathroom may just have given him the wrong idea.

"We weren't-it's not-" she protested, her cheeks flaring up to match Wilson's in colour.

"Scout's honour." House said from the doorframe. "Actually, we were just going to see you."

"Really?" Wilson asked, wondering what was so important that it couldn't wait for House's regular 4pm crashing into Wilson's office time. Cuddy shot House a look, as she still didn't know why they had to go and see Wilson.

"Cuddy's pregnant. Do you wanna settle for godfather/uncle instead of best man?"

"I'm WHAT?" Cuddy screeched, unsure of whether or not House was telling the truth. He did have his "genuinely honest" face one, and that one only came out for very special occasions. And it would explain why she'd just thrown up, but she had eaten a huge lunch and she was really tired.

"Really?" Wilson asked, doubtfully raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed. My bakers have put a bun in that oven. I'm quite proud of them. It was considered an impossible feat, but hey, I am amazing."

"House!" Cuddy scolded, but then her voice softened. "Really?"

He nodded "Affirmative, mistress. You might want to get a test though, apparently those people know what they're on about." He waved a hand dismissively. She gripped him round the waist, enveloping him in a huge hug. He kissed her hair. Wilson stepped out, wanting to leave them alone in this moment.

"Wilson! Group hug!" House protested. Cuddy laughed through her tears of happiness, then reached an arm out to pull Wilson in.

"Keep it just between us three though, please?" Cuddy pleaded, not wanting to tell everyone in case there were complications. She didn't want to raise her already elevated hopes even further.

Wilson agreed it was for the best, so swore himself to secrecy.

House had his fingers crossed behind his back.

Wahey, you had to wait less than 24 hours for the next chapter. I'm so good to you.

I kid, I love you all for reading this, and I'll see you with the next update in a few days.

For the record, I will update sooner if you all manage to convince the author to update this: .net/s/5825235/1/ It's honestly my favourite on here, and I've been hanging, waiting for an update for two months. Read it. Please.