Author's Note: *CMW2 shuffles sheepishly out of the wood work and sits at her computer, seeing and understanding the many "Where the hell have you been?" gazes*
Um, hi. I'm sorry for not updating. I've had a case of writer's block the size of Eastern Market and it just now went away.
Now, in this chapter, I'm going to go all out for the Hameron love with a side of Stacey torture.
Enjoy.
PS: I've finally come up with a trademark disclaimer.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"- Austin Powers
She held the blood test results like a precious gem.
In a way, they were. Lately, Allison had been feeling off. She was either violently ill into the nearest garbage can or ravenous. Her sleep cycle was completely out of whack and her sex drive had increased ten fold, surprising and delighting her.
Not to mention Greg….oh, god…how am I going to tell him? When am I going to tell him? It's not like I can hide it for very long…oh, my god…!
Anyway, being an intelligent woman and a former "duckling', she had come up with a very plausible, very exciting theory and had acted in accordance with it.
Now, her differential was over and she had a concrete diagnosis.
Allison Elizabeth Cameron was pregnant, knocked up, up the duff! She was carrying the spawn of the dreaded Gregory House and she was terrified. No, she was ecstatic and terrified.
Lifting up her top, she looked at her flat abdomen in the glass lab walls.
She was pregnant. Holy shit, she was actually pregnant!
The idea made her put down her shirt and grin like a mental patient.
"Wow.", she whispered with awe, her hand on her belly.
Deep in her, there was a little life, just waiting to be loved and cherished.
Already, she could see her baby cooing in its crib, crawling, toddling behind her, even playing a miniature piano…
"Your momma loves you, little one and maybe…your daddy loves you too." she told the child gently.
She really hoped so.
With that, she exited the lab, praying to a god she didn't believe in that it would all work out.
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"So, is the missus still yakking her guts out everywhere?"
"Lisa's morning sickness has stopped and she's not my missus."
"Not yet. Hell, I say you go for it. If she's stupid enough to let you knock her up, she's definitely stupid enough to marry you."
"Gee, thanks, House. I feel so much better."
"Glad to be of service. You going to eat your fries?"
Before his best friend could reply, House swiped them and dodged a kick to the shin, which he promptly returned, much to Wilson's displeasure.
"Learn to aim and you wouldn't suffer. Seriously, Jimbo, marry her. She's not needy or blonde or spineless. She'll be a good wife for you."
Before, House wouldn't say anything like that, even when he was completely drunk, but he had changed. He cared about people now and he really did want his "person" to be happy. Even if it was with Satan's concubine…
"You…you really think so?" Wilson asked tentatively.
"Yeah. So, grow a pair, make they're on straight, and show her the rock you've got hidden in your desk." House advised with a smirk.
His friend snorted ruefully and said, "Fine, I'll do it. So, what's up with Allison? Is she still sick?"
House frowned and nodded affirmatively, thinking about his favorite immunologist.
Something wasn't right.
Going through the last few weeks, he mentally began looking for symptoms.
She had been feverish, achy, and nauseous. Her eating and sleeping habits had changed and she seemed to filling out more. And she had a weird but nice glow…and she had cut down on the caffeine…and she stayed away from radiology…
Then, it hit him like a bolt of lightning.
His little midget was pregnant and had been for at least a month.
There was only one logical explanation for why he hadn't noticed before…
"Fuck! I'm an idiot!" House finally exclaimed, standing up quickly.
His thoughts were going at warp speed as he jogged towards the cafeteria doors.
I'm a world renowned diagnostician and I couldn't even see that she's knocked up! God, I am such a dumbass! But, Al's pregnant! She's carrying my baby! Our baby! Holy shit, I'm going to be a father!
"House, what's wrong?! Why are you finally accepting the fact that you're an idiot?!" Wilson called incredulously as he practically fell out of the door.
Instead of replying, House hurried towards the elevators and practically broke his finger pushing the button.
He had to find Allison.
The doors opened and there she was, looking scared and excited all at once
She stepped out and he saw the test results tightly in her left hand.
He didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what they said.
"Greg, I'm…"
"Pregnant.", he finished for her.
She gasped and he took advantage of her surprise to lay one on her in front of everyone.
Allison whimpered quietly and responded with even more eager enthusiasm than usual.
Both of them were crying and laughing at the same time as House dropped to his knees, resting his head on her still flat abdomen.
The lobby was watching them like hawks and he could hear money and "Oh, good gods!" along with other phrases being exchanged.
None of it mattered. He didn't care about anything other than the woman in front of him.
The woman who was carrying their baby, their gift to the world…
"I love you, damn it.", he mumbled, burying his face in her top. "Both of you."
Allison merely kissed his brow in response, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
He was oblivious to the heartbroken gaze burning into the back of his head.
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Stacey Warner burned rubber out the parking lot of PPTH, barely suppressing her tears.
Mark had left her. She had come home one day to divorce papers and a completely empty house. Humiliated, she had put all of her hopes on reconciliation with House. After all, his fling with the 12 year old should have ended by now. Mid life crisis never amounted to anything substantial, nothing concrete…
Allison Cameron is not a mid life crisis. She is his love, not you, not anyone else., a matter of fact voice said in her mind.
It didn't help that it sounded just like Greg.
She pulled into the parking lot of the nearest bar and entered quickly, ordering shot after shot of tequila. The alcohol did nothing to numb the pain and the disbelief.
House had moved on. He was thriving without her and was going to have a family, a life with another woman. The one woman that she had been so sure would never be a threat to her had won the battle and the war all at once.
For the first time in over 20 years, Stacey was utterly and completely alone
All she could do was drink and wonder where she went wrong.
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She gasped rapidly for air as he rolled off of her yet again and she smiled at the satisfied sigh he let out.
With their revelation out, House had hauled her out of the hospital and into her car.
After driving them home, he barely got them upstairs before tearing her clothes off.
A trail of clothes, toppled furniture, and askew boxes gave evidence at how wild they had been.
"You do realize that we're going to have to repack all that crap before next Sunday, right?" she rasped softly, gesturing towards the living room.
They were supposed to be moving into their new home then.
"Mmph. We'll hire someone."
Chuckling, she turned onto her side and watched as he stretched languidly.
He looked like a king in repose, sprawled across the mattress like he owned the thing. The white sheet was bunched around his hips, hiding his lower half from her gaze.
Moving closer to him, she removed the sheet enough to expose his scar to the air. It was a deep jagged pink and she lightly traced where the muscle used to be, first with her fingers and then with her tongue.
Moving the sheet away further, she began to leave kisses and nips all over his lower half, purposely avoiding his straining erection.
He squirmed and bucked underneath her but she kept up her leisurely seduction, enjoying the power she had over him, even if it was just an illusion.
House was the dominant one in their relationship but he still treated her like an equal most of the time.
"Get your hot little ass up here." he demanded.
"Why? I'm pretty good here." she sassed, finally trailing her tongue over his cock, circling the tip teasingly.
The look of desperation and lust told her that he was ready, as did his next words.
"Allison!" he growled. "Get up here so I can fuck you…now!"
He grabbed her and pinned her beneath him, knowing that she'd submit to him anytime and anyplace he wanted.
She could never say no to him.