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"Knock it off, Greg," Cameron whispered in the corner of her mouth, her hand squeezing his to punctuate her demand.

"I'm just looking."

There really was no point in arguing, House would do what he wanted and if that meant pressing buttons, rearranging folders and blowing up rubber gloves, well as they say, so be it.

"Dr. Murray is going to be in here soon," she complained, her forearm covering her eyes in embarrassment before peeking through to continue watching her husband's childish interests.

"Come on. You can't tell me this isn't entertaining," he tried to convince, his eyes focused on hers as he inhaled an exaggerated intake of breath, his cheeks puffing out as he blew into another rubber glove.

"Maybe when I was five."

"Nonsense."

He snagged a pen from its resting place on the counter,

"You'll love this," he said, his arm rising before it came down to complete the task.

"No Greg don't," Cameron squealed while plugging her ears at the loud 'pop' that echoed through out the exam room.

Right when Cameron shrieked and House punctured the glove, Dr. Murray opened the door, her mouth widening to express her greeting before jumping back at the unexpected sound.

The room was silent.

Cameron covered her mouth, cheeks turning a light shade of red as she focused on swallowing down her laughter.

Clearing his throat, a mild laugh escaping his lips, House sent a quick nod to Dr. Murray before taking the seat in the corner of the room with a grin on his face.

His only thought as he sat down,

'Better than work.'

- - -

Dr. Murray was setting up the monitors as Cameron lay before her, gown no longer covering her belly as House smeared the gel along her stomach while holding the transducer in his hand.

With the flip of a switch, Dr. Murray faced the couple,

"Alright. Dr. House would you like to do this or would you prefer me?"

"Greg, let her do it."

His eyes narrowed, and his tilted at her request. When she slid her hand into his, her fingers containing a firm grasp around his own, he understood.

"Here," he said as he handed the transducer over.

"Okay, let's see how the baby is doing," Dr. Murray said with a smile, her head turning towards the screen once more.

This was the first time House was going to see his baby, and he wasn't sure what was to be expected. Sure he's performed several ultrasounds before, but like his first visit with Cameron to her appointment, it was the very idea that he was on the opposite end of things that was the worry.

Leaning down, House pressed his lips behind Cameron's ear,

"Make me a promise," he asked with a whisper.

Turning her head, their noses touching, Cameron nodded.

"Don't start crying."

Rolling her eyes, she focused on the screen once more before realizing that House's attention was continuously scanning the room rather than on their soon-to-be born baby on the monitor.

"Greg," she whispered, "Stop worrying and look."

Lips scrunching to the side, House glanced at the monitor, intending on a moment, but never able to look away.

That was his kid.

He reproduced.

With Cameron.

Without tearing his gaze from the screen, he quickly leaned down once more to plant a soft kiss, on what was planned to be her forehead, but ended up being her eye.

His thumb stroked Cameron's side as he held on to her hand. Instantly, excitement turned to love then mixed with fear at the idea of being unfit to be this kids father.

"She'll probably be a dancer, or a runner," pause, "Something you'll have to do with her," House stated.

"What makes you think it's a girl," Cameron asked, ignoring the insinuation of his comments.

"I know," he said with a serious tone.

"We're going to be good parents."

"We are," he replied.

Once again, his tone was serious, and Cameron felt no vibes of doubt which only gave her more confidence that things would be fine, and House's insecurities would pass along soon enough.

- - -

Walking through the front door, Cameron tossed her coat on the rack, watching it fall to the floor as she headed towards the bedroom.

"Aren't you going to pick this up," House complained as he gestured to her jacket lying across the entryway of their condo.

"Nope."

"Ah, I see. Soo when I do something like this I have to take care of it, but when you-"

Her head peeked around the bedroom door when she interrupted,

"How about we continue this when you're six months pregnant and have no problems bending over."

When she disappeared, he shouted,

"Fine. Strip and lie down spread eagle on the bed."

Limping to his piano, he pulled out a bottle of scotch that sat underneath on a pile of books and flipped over the cup that rested upside down on his speaker.

Pulling off the top, he poured himself half a glass before grabbing his cane and moving towards the bedroom.

When he walked in, he nearly choked on the sip he had just taken at the sight of a pregnant Cameron, lying naked on the bed with her hand between her thighs, teasing her clit.

His feet were rooted to the ground, mesmerized by her movements, her index and middle finger sliding to her opening for lubricant as she moved back up to continue pleasuring herself once more.

Her eyes opened, a smug grin on her face as she panted,

"Bout time. Now get over here and finish this."

Placing his scotch on the dresser, he dropped his cane while tugging off his shirt with one hand, his other working the belt of his jeans while hopping to the front of the bed.

When he registered that getting rid of two articles of clothing at once wasn't as effective, he hooked a finger under the back of his collar and pulled it over his head, his hair standing in all directions at the removal of 'The Stones.'

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he twisted his upper body to kneel between her thighs, her fingers still making work of the nub on her pussy as she moaned his name over and over to hurry.

The pain in his leg was overridden by the ache in his cock as his fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt then to the button of his jeans.

If it weren't for the aroused state of Cameron thrusting upward in front of him, he would've made a sarcastic barb about the asshole who decided that buttons were better than snaps.

Shoving the jeans and boxers down his legs, he lay on his back kicking his legs wildly to free himself from the denim that confined him from mobility at the moment.

Struggling, he lifted his left leg to slide down one pant leg, his head leveled with Cameron's thigh.

Her scent reached his nose and he groaned as he pushed his hand against the mattress to sit up all while stroking his cock at the pace she circled her clit.

Once his jeans were on the floor he gestured for Cameron to move,

"Scoot back," he ordered and she complied.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her entrance before his hands slid along her inner thighs.

Sending one last glance her way, he flashed her a smile then leant down, burying his face between her legs. Her fingers gripped his hair as she thrust her cunt against his face, eager for him to lick faster, to bite a bit more harder.

She looked down, wanting to watch him pleasure her, but couldn't see over her stomach.

"Greg," she panted, still moving against his face, "Greg."

He still hadn't stopped, just held her down as he shoved his tongue inside,

"Oh god, Greg. Stop."

Immediately he paused, but didn't move from his position. Gathering his thoughts, he slowly pushed himself upwards, ready for whatever she was planning to say.

"I can't see."

Biting his lip to hold back a grin, he gestured with his head,

"Sit up a little."

"No. I want you inside me."

"And I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Greg," she pleaded.

"On your side."

As he asked, she turned to the side. He slid his hand to the front of her stomach while positioning himself behind her, his chest sticking to her back as he pushed himself into her wetness with a groan.

They met each other with every thrust, hips rolling forwards and backwards, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck as she reached behind to cup his ass, willing him to move faster.

"Touch yourself again," he ordered.

"Are you close," she asked, gasping when her middle finger pushed against her clit.

"Yeah, I'm close," pause. Looking over her shoulder, he kissed the temple of her forehead, "Move your finger faster, Allie."

When she shouted his name, covering her cum on his cock, his attention moved to between their bodies, his cock glistening before it disappeared again inside of her.

A few more quick movements,

One.

Two.

Three.

"Oh, Allie."

He tightened his grip around her waist, the smell of their fluids as the dominating scent along with their sweat. He kissed the back of her neck, then moved to her cheek, his finger reaching for her chin to get her to turn her head.

"Look at me," he whispered, "I haven't kissed you yet."

Cameron slid her hand to the back of his head as he leaned forward more so that his lips reached hers, his right arm holding him steady.

When they pulled away, House still soft inside her, he asked nonchalantly,

"I'm still hungry. Dinner?"