A/N: WARNING FLUFFY ENDING

Chapter 21

Wilson went back up to Cuddy's room looking visibly shaken. He was pale and his hands were shaking.

"Wilson what's wrong,"

"Oh nothing--I'm fine," he put his hands in his pockets so she couldn't see them shaking.

"No your not. Your all pale and can see your hands shaking,"

"No really I'm good I'm--"

"James you're not fine and we both know it so spill," she snapped.

Wilson shifted his feet uncomfortably, "It's about House..."

"Is he here?"

"Well yes and no"

"Wilson what do you mean yes and no?"

"Well he's in the hospital but he can't come up," Wilson rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why," Cuddy had worry in her voice.

"He's in the ICU," Wilson sighed as if the weight of the entire world was on his shoulders. "He was in a car accident"

Cuddy looked as if she didn't understand this fully, "Well--is--is he--okay?"

"For now. He's intubated"

Cuddy nodded and jumped out of bed. She slipped on her slippers and moved towards the door. "Cuddy what are you doing?"

"I'm going down to the ICU"

"Look you just gave birth an hour ago you should lie down--"

"No I should be with Greg and..." her voice broke and tears began rolling down her cheeks. "...and thats where I'm going to be," then she confidently strode past him and out of the room.

ICU

Cuddy sat, teary eyed, beside House's hospital bed assessing the damage of his body. His nose was still bloody but had been reset. His entire left arm, fingers to shoulder, was in a cast, and his lower chest and stomach was taped up. Cuddy ran her up and down House's cheek when he began to choke. At first Cuddy panicked but then she realised that he was breathing in his own so she pulled the tube out of his mouth. House began breathing normally and settled back into his chemically induced slumber. Cuddy looked at him and felt a fresh batch of tears prickling behind her eyes.

"Greg you have to wake up, you just--" her voice broke as the tears spilled over. Cuddy wiped her face and composed herself, "--you can't leave me alone okay," Cuddy put her hand on top of his. "If you die I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself," Cuddy wiped her eyes one last time and walked out of the room.

CUDDY'S OFFICE

Cuddy was in her office bawling her eyes out when Wilson walked in.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she was crying so hard that it sounded more like 'boo I wook bokay?'

Wilson crossed the room and sat beside Cuddy on the couch of her office, "I'm sure he'll be fine"

"How do you know? What if--"

"No 'what ifs' he'll be okay. House is too stubborn to let a simple car accident kill him"

Cuddy chuckled, "I think you're right," she wiped her eyes and got up.

"Hey are you going to be okay," Wilson sounded concerned and he was. Cuddy just had a baby and the last thing she needed was the added stress of House dying.

"Yeah I'm just going to go upstairs to my room"

Wilson nodded, "Mini House is in the nursery if you want him"

Cuddy smiled at that, "Okay"

CUDDY'S ROOM

Cuddy sat in her room holding her baby while he slept, "We need a name for you little guy," she kissed his head and he stirred a little eventually opening his eyes. Cuddy was expecting him to cry but amazingly he didn't.

"What do you want to be called?" The little boy stared at her with his big blue eyes. "How about Evan? Or maybe Jason?"

Mini House responded by grabbing his mom's fingers tight and Cuddy kissed his little hand. Cuddy smiled down at him. The two of them sat there until Mini House fell asleep in Cuddy's arms. About ten minutes later Wilson walked into the room.

"House is awake," he was grinning broadly.

Cuddy had to stop herself from jumping out of bed, "He is?"

Wilson nodded, "And he says to bring the sprog"

Cuddy rolled her eyes at that. Only House would refer to his new born child as 'the sprog'.

"Can you hold him a sec?" she gestured to the baby in her hands.

"Uh--you sure?"

"Wilson it's a baby not a bomb"

"Okay then," Wilson still seemed a bit nervous once she handed the baby over to him. He looked down at the kid and realised just how much he looked like House. They had the same eyes, same nose, and the baby even had the same cleft that was below House's nose.

"Jimmy," Cuddy said firmly.

"Huh what?"

"I called you three times whats up?"

"Nothing, what did you want?"

Cuddy raised an eyebrow, "My kid"

"Oh right," as Wilson handed over Baby House he still seemed to be shocked that his two best friends had produced a child.

Just before she walked out of the room Cuddy paused and looked at Wilson, "If you keep your mouth open like that a fly will caught in there"

THE ICU

House was sitting in the ICU counting the number of broken ribs he had. He'd reached 5 when Cuddy and 'the sprog' walked into his room. Upon laying eyes on his son he stopped counting and his mouth curled into a smile. When Cuddy got over to his bed she hit him on the arm that wasn't broken.

"Hey! Why did you do that?"

"That's for making me worry about you"

"You're acting like I purposely smashed myself into another car," House's voice was still raspy from being inubated and he winced every time he took a breath.

"What hurts?"

House snorted then immediately regretted it as pain shot through his body from his battered ribs, "Pretty much everything". He looked up at her the gestured to the sleeping baby in her arms, "Can I hold him?"

"You think you can?"

"Sure, I'll hold his head in my good hand"

"Okay then," Cuddy put the baby carfully in House's arms. She watched as House stared down at the child seemingly in awe that it was actually his.

"Does he have a name?"

Cuddy shook her head, "Nope. How about Robert"

"Oh god no. Everytime I called him I would be reminded of Chase"

"So I guess that rules out Eric too?"

"Yup and Cameron"

"What about...Jason?"

House nodded, "I like that one. Jason it is"

"Good," she sat beside him on the bed and rubbed Jason's little head.(a/n: that rhymes!) "You know you really scared me," Cuddy said softly.

"I figured," House winced at the pain again and Cuddy ran her fingers in his hair to calm him down. House didn't even notice, he was too preoccupied with Jason. "He looks like me," House muttered softly.

Cuddy layed down beside House and rested her head on his shoulder, "Yeah he does," House rubbed Jason's cheek with his thumb and the baby's eyes opened.

"I love you, little guy," House's statement surprised Cuddy and she looked at him wide eyed.

"Does it surprise you that I love him?"

"No just that you said it"

House rolled his eyes and turned towards her, "So there is that matter of the 100 bucks you owe me"

"You're unbelievable"

"No, I'm reasonable. Now fork it over woman"

Cuddy shook her head, "We're even"

"How?"

"I spent hours in painful labour to give birth to your son," she said with a smirk.

"Why do women always have to play the vagina card?"

"Its fun and easy"

"Sounds like a cheap hooker"

Cuddy slapped him on the head, "I hope that he doesn't inherit your twisted sense of humour"

"Nah, you love it"

Cuddy ruffled his hair and put her head back on his shoulder, "I love you"

"I know"

"Why do you always say that?"

"Because...I know you love me?"

Cuddy raised an eyebrow and House sighed, "Fine. I...love you too"

Cuddy kissed him on the cheek, "I know"