Author's Note: I know, I know. It's been almost 6 months since I've last updated. Shame on me. Blame it on school. So, here it is, dear readers: the next part. I hope you enjoy it as you've enjoyed the ones before, especially since the third season has started and lots of things of changed. But, being that this is a fanfiction, I think I'd rather stick in my own happy little House/Cameron bubble. Anyways, on with the show (and happy holidays)! Edited 8/29/08: Found some places with missing words and fixed some more grammatical errors. I guess I should re-read these better.

Cameron woke up with a heavy weight on her chest—literally. Through the haze of sleep, she glanced down, finding a hair arm wrapped around her ribs in a protective manner. That's definitely not my arm, she thought, unless I somehow turned into a misanthropic man overnight. Rolling over slowly as to not disturb House, she carefully removed his arm so that she could get ready for work. Even though she had been sleeping over at House's for numerous nights over the past few weeks, she still found it a bit disorienting in the morning to have another warm body next to hers again. She hadn't had many shared nights with her husband. It had felt as though he was taken away from her right after they had gotten back from the honeymoon, forcing her back into nights spent alone in her bed when she wasn't by her husband's bedside at the hospital.

Shivering a bit from the morning air, she quickly put on House's bathrobe and went through her morning ritual. Her teeth slightly chattering, she hurriedly shrugged off the robe and put on her clothes for work, making sure that House's eyes were closed as she changed. She was a slightly surprised at his self-control, having been a complete gentleman. Sure, there were the occasional playful gropes; but other than the teasing, he had generally kept his hands to himself. On the one hand, she was glad that he had respected her wishes to go slow. On the other hand, it was getting harder and harder for her to keep herself from jumping him. But somehow, she would have to prevail because she didn't want their relationship to end up like his and Stacy's.

With one last glance at the sleeping House, Cameron tiptoed out of the room, grabbing her purse and keys before letting herself out.

House got to the hospital almost an hour after Cameron. Even though he had woken up almost the instant Cameron had gotten out of bed, he had feigned sleep in order to secretly watch Cameron, something he found himself doing often. He didn't know why, but just watching her do such mundane things like brushing her teeth or putting on makeup made him almost feel complete. It amazed him how familiar he had gotten with seeing her in his house. He wanted to ask her to move in with him, but he knew that she wasn't ready yet.

Barging through the glass doors with formidable force, he yelled out, "Good morning little ones!"

Chase, who had been leaning back in his chair to recount the tiles in the ceilings for yet another time having finished his crossword of the day(with a lot of help from both Cameron and Foreman), jerked in surprise and fell backwards. Foreman rolled his eyes, without making a move to help him up. Cameron, who had long forgiven the both of Chase and Foreman for giving her a hard time about her date with Sebastian, reluctantly got out of her chair and helped Chase right himself. House raised an eyebrow as if to say, Aren't we the goody two shoes? Cameron wrinkled her nose at him in response, causing House to smile back innocently.

"Thanks," Chase muttered, his face slightly red from embarrassment.

"You're welcome," Cameron replied and returned to her chair without another glance towards House. Yet, her body was attuned to his presence and her skin tingled in anticipation for a brief brush with House's. She wasn't disappointed. House came to her desk, which stood right outside of House's. Pretending to grab the mail that lay next to her right hand, he let his fingers brush over hers before walking into his office with the other two being none the wiser. Their secret was still safe.

House met up with Wilson in the cafeteria for lunch (all bought and paid for by Wilson, of course). As House enjoyed yet another free meal, Wilson stared at him intensely, as if by some miracle, he could see into House's thoughts and discover the identity of the mysterious woman who had stayed over at House's that one night a few weeks ago. Wilson guessed that it hadn't been her last night, since House hadn't asked him over even once since that night. He immediately regretted giving up House's apartment key prematurely. House was a closed book, which wasn't unusual; but this time, Wilson didn't even have a clue. He would've guessed Cameron, but he sincerely doubted that House could be nearly romantic enough to convince her to forgive him after the Sebastian Charles fiasco.

"Are you going to stare at me the whole time? I mean, I know I'm beautiful. But you're starting to make me blush," House said, his mouth full of food.

"Who is she?"

"Cuddy."

"You're sleeping with Cuddy? I can't believe it. She sure has been doing a good job keeping it under wraps. You couldn't tell from the way she continues to yell at you all the time."

"Who said I was sleeping with Cuddy?"

"You did."

"No. You asked, 'Who is she?' Well, Cuddy is a 'she.' At least, I think she is. No way those babies are fake," House said with a wink and finished his sandwich with a satisfied smack.

"You know what I meant."

"Nope. No clue. Thanks for food. Catch you later, dude." And with that, House left the confused Wilson alone with his untouched lunch.

House got back to his office, barely dodging Cuddy. He let out a sigh of relief. It was getting more and more difficult to keep Cameron and his relationship a secret. And if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to anymore. He was a bit worried about what would happen if Cuddy found out. She had stopped threatening to transfer Cameron; but he didn't know whether she would change her mind once the relationship was out in the open. And he didn't think he could have a team without her on his team—or survive without her coffee.