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Chapter Fourteen

"Greg, you can't lift me."

House rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Isn't it tradition for the husband to carry the bride over the threshold?"

"Yeah, when the husband can walk," Cameron rolled her eyes, and made to step through the entryway, but House didn't move.

It was just after two a.m., and they were standing just outside the doorway, Cameron still in her billowing gown, only minus the veil. House was stubbornly insisting on carrying her over the threshold, which she wasn't so keen on.

Cameron made another attempt to move inside and then sighed. "Greg, come on!" she whined. "I'm tired, my feet hurt, let's just go inside!"

"Fine," House relented.

He stepped aside, and took a step back as though to allow Cameron to pass; then abruptly hooked his cane over his arm and swept Cameron into his arms. She let out an involuntary squeak of surprise, her arms clutching his shoulders, as House managed to take two large strides, thus carrying her into the townhouse before settling her back on her feet.

He grimaced as he shut the door behind them, and turned to see his wife scowling at him, her arms crossed over the bodice of her dress.

"Your leg hurts now, doesn't it? Are you satisfied?"

He grinned, kissing her deeply. "I am completely satisfied. Even if I did have to dance."

Despite herself, Cameron smiled, remembering the utter contentment she had felt as he held her in his arms on the dance floor.

"Thank you for that. It meant a lot to me," she said softly.

House shrugged. "I know. Tradition is important to you. That's why I wanted to do this. It's worth a bit of pain."

The look on Cameron's face suggested that she seriously doubted that, but she didn't argue, just yawned.

"Ok, let's go to sleep."

"You want to sleep?" House asked incredulously and she rolled her eyes at him.

"We have to catch a plane in twelve hours, then we'll be spending three weeks in Sydney. So, yes, right now, I want to sleep," she said firmly.

House only pouted for a moment, before conceding that she had a point. "Fine," he agreed.

When it came to planning their honeymoon, House had been quite happy at the idea of spending a few weeks on a deserted beach somewhere, but Cameron had begged for a 'proper trip', as she called it, to make the most of their rare vacation time from work, and House couldn't say no. So, he had graciously allowed her to pick any place from her world map to spend their honeymoon, although he couldn't hide his dismay when she had chosen Australia.

"You want to spend our honeymoon in the land where Chase comes from?" he had demanded incredulously.

She smiled and nodded firmly. "Yep. It's on the map, and you said any place," she reminded him and House had reluctantly agreed. It couldn't be said that he was excited about the trip, but he was eager to leave the hospital behind for three weeks.

When they were in bed, Cameron immediately curled up against his side and closed her eyes.

"You're lucky I love you," House murmured sleepily.

"Why?" she mumbled.

"Because I hate weddings."

He felt her smile slightly. "Well, you didn't hear this from me, but we'll be at another wedding within the year."

House frowned, his eyes still closed. "Why? Who did Wilson hook up with?"

"No one. Foreman's taking my advice. He's going to propose to Zoe."

House opened his eyes, startled. "What? When?"

"I don't know, he only told me tonight. Hopefully not in the next three weeks. When it happens, Zoe won't be worrying about time differences when she calls me, so I would like to be in the same time zone."

House couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of Foreman getting married, but as he opened his mouth to comment on that, he was stopped short by the sight of Cameron, fast asleep.

When he awoke just before noon, the bed next to him was empty. Puzzled, he got up, only pausing to swallow a Vicodin, and found Cameron sitting on the kitchen bench, eating a yoghurt.

"Hey wife," he greeted her, kissing her mouth and then continuing a trail down to her neck.

She beamed, giggling slightly. "I like the sound of that. We have to leave for the airport in about half an hour," she reminded him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ok, ok. How'd you sleep?"

"Great," she replied, still glowing and he smiled softly. "How's your leg?" she asked pointedly and he grimaced.

"It's fine," he insisted. "It won't be after spending hours on a plane, but it's fine at the moment."

"At least it's summer in Sydney," she reminded him and he brightened visibly.

"Oh yeah! No snow!"

"You sound way too excited about that," she grinned, hopping off the counter and pecking his cheek.

"Ok, I've just got a few more things to pack. You should get dressed."

"Yes dear," House couldn't resist replying, but his tone was light.

It was night when they landed in Sydney International Airport, and they immediately caught a cab and headed to their hotel, both weary by the long flight.

"Wow," Cameron breathed, standing at the window of their room and looking at the city lights.

"Look how beautiful this is. How did Chase ever leave?"

House came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Well, in my experience, Chase has a history of leaving beautiful things behind."

Cameron raised an eyebrow questioningly, a silent query for him to explain.

"You," he shrugged and Cameron smiled softly.

"That's a good thing, though. Otherwise, he wouldn't have met Sam, and I wouldn't be here with you."

House cocked his head in thought. "True. When we go home, I won't make fun of him for a week."

She laughed knowingly. "Right. Let's see if you can last a day first."

Cameron dragged House all over the city over the next three weeks. Their third night in the city was New Year's Eve, and Cameron was thrilled by the atmosphere and the fireworks that lit up the night sky. House was eager to climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge, but Cameron refused, both due to House's obvious inability to climb and her hatred of heights. She was in love with Sydney shopping, however, and even convinced House to go to Taronga Zoo and Sydney Aquarium with her.

"Cool!" House exclaimed in sincere appreciation as they turned a corner in the aquarium. Cameron, on the other hand, hesitated. They were now facing a tunnel under the aquarium where the roof, walls and even the floor was made of glass. Dozens of different kind of fish, manta rays and even sharks were swimming around right before their eyes, and Cameron was eyeing the walls warily.

"You're not scared, are you?" House asked her in disbelief.

Cameron hesitated. "No..."

"Liar," he murmured.

She winced slightly. "The idea of walking through a tunnel of glass underwater... yeah, it's creepy. There's no other way through, is there?"

"No," he said honestly, and took her hand. "Come on, Al. It'll be fine," he assured her and began leading her through the tunnel.

"I'm going to kill Chase," she muttered darkly as they were leaving the aquarium. "He's like, yeah you should check out the aquarium, it's awesome! Never mentioned anything about walking through a glass tunnel!"

House suppressed a smile, and checked his watch. "Come on, its lunch time. I'm starved."

They found a restaurant on the harbour and ordered, basking in the Australian summer sunshine. As they waited for their food to arrive, sitting in comfortable silence, Cameron rested her chin on her elbow and watched the other diners interact. Her gaze fell upon a family only a few tables away. There was a little girl with her a couple Cameron presumed were her parents, who was gleefully trying to approach the seagulls hovering near the restaurant, hoping for scraps of food. The little girl would slowly step towards the birds, trying to be as quiet as possible, and when the birds fidgeted, preparing to take flight, she would giggle and take another step. She was only about three or four, and Cameron smiled softly as she watched her.

"And so it begins," House's voice interrupted her musing and she jumped, turning her gaze back to her husband.

"What do you mean?" she asked, trying to sound innocent, but House's smirk suggested he wasn't buying any of it.

"We've been married for a two and a half weeks, and you're already getting clucky," he grinned.

Cameron was surprised at the way he said it, but attempted to defend herself. "I am not," she protested and he raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, then how would you put it? Having maternal impulses? Hearing the tick of your biological clock? Thinking of sending calling cards out to the stork?"

She blushed slightly. "Shut up."

They were interrupted by the waitress bringing their food over to them, and then House leaned forward, a soft smile still on his face.

"Allison, I've told you before. You'd be an amazing mother."

She smiled slightly, remembering when he had told her, the night they'd reunited. "I know. But we haven't really talked about it."

House nodded, beginning to eat and then shrugged. "Ok, so let's talk. You want kids?"

Cameron gaped at him momentarily and then blinked. "Yes," she finally answered.

"Right now?" House asked her seriously, and Cameron hesitated.

"I'm not sure. I mean, my fellowship ended nearly nine months ago. Cuddy only really agreed to keep us on in Diagnostics whilst we were planning the wedding; and I don't know my chances of getting work if I'm going to be on maternity leave not long after."

House shrugged. "So, stay in Diagnostics."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Greg, it's a teaching hospital. That's why you get fellows. And Chase and Foreman may not like me staying and not them."

"I didn't marry Chase and Foreman," House reminded her.

"Thank god for that," Cameron giggled. "Ok, I don't like the idea of staying in diagnostics alone. I've worked with Chase and Foreman for three years now, it'd be weird."

"You wouldn't be alone, I'd be there."

She sighed. "Greg, you're making this difficult."

House pouted. "Fine. I want you to stay. And I'm sure Cuddy could be convinced it's a good idea. You know, to have someone with control over me, instead of educating three newbies."

"You have to stop watching Scrubs," Cameron rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Then she straightened abruptly, frowning quizzically.

"Wait... are you saying you want kids?"

"I told you I'd go along with anything for you," House shrugged.

Cameron studied him carefully. "So, you don't want kids, but you'll have them if I want them?"

He glared at her. "Ok, now who's being difficult?"

She laughed. "Greg, is it really so hard to tell your wife that you want children?"

He hesitated, and then sighed heavily. "Fine. Yes, I want children. Actually, to be specific, I want children with you. And by children I mean one... or two."

She grinned, beaming happily. "And you want children now?"

House shrugged. "I'm not getting any younger," he said pointedly.

Cameron's face was alight with happiness for one glorious moment as this sunk in, and then she frowned worriedly.

"Wait, what about work?"

He sighed in exasperation. "So you don't work for awhile. It's not like my income alone can't support us," he said reasonably. "And I still think Cuddy can negotiate."

They continued this conversation all through lunch, and then as they walked along the harbour. Finally, Cameron turned to face him and entwined her hands around his shoulders, practically glowing with happiness.

"So, we're trying?" she asked hesitantly, and House grinned.

"If you're done thinking of excuses. For someone who wants kids, you sure are good at finding reasons not to."

The smile didn't leave her face, but she blushed. "It's just... this is a big step. I don't want to jinx myself, because we're so happy right now."

House kissed her softly. "I made you wait three years for me. I still owe you for sticking around, and I don't want to wait," he said honestly and she beamed.

"Ok, then."

"Ok, then," House repeated, and they continued along the harbour.

AN. I hope you enjoyed this. Cam and House were going to go to Italy for their honeymoon, but... I've never been to Italy. Whereas, I live in Australia, and Sydney is awesome. The tunnel in the aquarium does exist and it gives me the creeps every time. I can't walk through that stupid tunnel. Who wants a glass floor, wall and roof underwater?! I'll probably only do one more chapter... don't know what it's about yet, so feel free to suggest. The best idea I have so far, is Foreman and Zoe's wedding.... actually, I like that idea. Cool, I have an ending! Read and review!