Wilson drove Cuddy home. At first there was an awkward silence for the absent member of their group. He didn't mention House because he didn't want to upset her by how he had reacted. She didn't mention House because she knew he didn't want to and so they both sat not mentioning and yet recognizing it by their silence. She sat with her hands in her lap and he drove never letting his eyes leave the road.

Finally he couldn't bare the awkwardness of the moment any longer.

"What did the doctor say?"

She breathed a sigh of relief that he had spoken and that it wasn't about House, "Ultrasound showed nothing abnormal, everything is right on schedule and I'm on bed rest for three weeks as a precaution."

"I just realized that I never congratulated you." He, gave her a warm smile as he looked over at her.

She smiled.

"Lisa I am really happy for you."

"Thank you."

Wilson helped her to bed, he brought snacks and bottled water to her bed side and promised to come back with dinner later. She hugged him and thanked him for all his kindness and settled into her bed.

Upon hearing the door shut, everything hit her at once. Her heart ached and her mind raced, and physically she was exhausted. Her body felt like dead weight, the effort of holding her eyes up was in itself tiring.

Her thoughts kept going to House. She knew him, she understood him and she knew this was too much for him but she was done excusing him. This was no longer about her it was about their baby. She laid her head back on the soft cotton pillows and closed her eyes.

House sat in his living room staring at the television but not really watching it. A bottle of single malt scotch was open on the coffee table. With a glass in hand he glanced at the phone for perhaps the 10th time in the last hour. He mentally kicked himself every time he did it. He told himself he was being stupid and it didn't matter because he wasn't supposed to care, but a few moments later his eyes turned toward the direction of the phone.

His hand combed his face and he turned off the television, just as he did his cell phone began to vibrate.

He anxiously stood up and pulling it open he belted into the receiver, "What?"

"It's Wilson."

"I kind of got that from the caller ID."

"She's okay."

"And the baby?"

"Is okay too." As Wilson's voice echoed through the speaker he felt a weight lift from him. He hadn't expected this. Was he relieved? Was he relieved that she was okay, for the baby or for both?

"She's on bed rest for three weeks."

"Thanks for calling." He hung up and plopped back down on his sofa.

He didn't realize it right away but he was smiling and then he felt his chest swell a bit with pride. He laughed, only his kid would cause this much trouble for nothing.

Wilson didn't have a lot of options in finding someone to help get Cuddy's car back to her. He could ask House but he knew better than to stir the pot and he wasn't sure that Cuddy even wanted to see him. He didn't want to involve anyone that could possibly invade their privacy in the current situation and he definitely wasn't going to have her car towed to her house. That left Peyton who was already involved and if she hadn't put two and two together by now then she was probably too dumb to ever do so. With an IQ of 158 though he was pretty sure there wasn't much that she couldn't already guess was going on. So he drove from Cuddy's back to the hospital and asked if she would ride with him to get the car and then drive his car back to Cuddy's house. She didn't hesitate and was happy to help in any way.

He hadn't really spoken to Peyton aside from her interview and passing her in the hall. What he heard about her he heard from House and that wasn't much mainly because she was good at what she did which left nothing for House to complain about. So he really didn't know what to say to her. Thankfully he didn't have to.

It wasn't long after they got in the car that she started talking and she wasn't exactly ignoring the elephant in the room so to speak.

"That's House's baby isn't it." She said very calm, very direct and to the point.

Wilson looked at her with wide eyes; he hadn't expected the topic to be approached so quickly and directly. At least not until after they'd chatted about the weather or some other mundane thing to break the ice first.

"That's okay you don't have to answer that it's more of a statement than it is a question." She folded her arms and looked at him judging his response.

Wilson shrugged, "It has to be someone's doesn't it." He gave her a knowing smile.

"It's none of my business but Cuddy deserved better than that today."

Wilson didn't say anything but he couldn't agree more.

"Does she have anyone to look after her, besides the sperm donor I mean?"

He almost chuckled but he thought better of it, "I don't think so, I guess I'll be stopping by twice a day to make sure she doesn't have to get up too much and knowing Cuddy I'm sure she'll still be trying to rule the world from her bed with her trusty phone and laptop by her side."

"Do you think she would mind if I stopped by or tried to help out a bit."

"No I don't think so, it would help me out a lot actually if you stopped by every now and then when I have a patient or can't make it. It's always nice to have a back up."

He flashed her a quick grin and she smiled back warmly. For the rest of the way they worked out a schedule to check in and bring food, they chatted about the hospital and patients and by the time the conversation started veering back to House and her working for him they had arrived at his apartment.

Wilson glanced over at the apartment in front of him and he swore for a moment that he felt House's glare from one of the windows. It was just for a few seconds. When he turned he caught sight of the curtains rustling and moving back into place.

They returned Cuddy's car and Wilson dropped Peyton back at the hospital to finish her shift in the ER.

The first week of bed rest was absolute hell. Telling the board she was going to be out of the office for three weeks was tricky. She wasn't ready to inform them of the pregnancy until after she reached 12 weeks but she couldn't just give no reason for having to conduct meetings now via conference call and internet sharing for the next three weeks. It was Wilson who came up with and informed them that she had injured her back and was now on bed rest. So with her laptop and her phone within arm's reach she furiously tried to reign of PPTH. That is until Wilson stopped bringing her the paperwork from her inbox and started intercepting her fifteen calls a day to her assistant, saying that she needed to be resting more than working.

One of the perks though was Wilson's cooking. He made dinner every night and stored leftovers for her for lunch. Her appetite was back and the morning sickness had faded and now she found she was ravenous at every meal. It was becoming more noticable that she was pregnant and no doubt his cooking and her lack of exercise were putting on extra pounds.

He bought her a TV for her bedroom and called it a present for the baby. After dinner and clean up he would sometimes stay and watch a movie or play cards. Peyton came by in the afternoons which had surprised her at first but she found she rather enjoyed her company. She usually brought something for her to read or do to entertain herself. The two women normally ended up talking about babies and it soon became obvious that Peyton was very experienced with young children but she never inquired on the subject, feeling it may be too personal.

By the second week she had moved into her second trimester and was officially twelve weeks. Her nerves settled a bit knowing that her chances of miscarriage were dropping substantially with each passing day. But the boredom was driving her crazy; she found her thoughts drifting back to House. She realized not only had she not heard from him but more importantly she had not heard of him. She quizzed Peyton about his patients and if he was actually working and for once it seemed as if he was doing his job and didn't need a single thing from her. She didn't know how to feel about that. She certainly didn't want to deal with him but not wanting to deal with him and just not needing to deal with him were two different things. One part of her was hurt and the other part of her was relieved. But over all she found it a bit scary for House not to act like House.

To Be Continued!

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