A/N: Another day, another chapter. Never my characters.

Wilson walked into House's office to find his friend behind his desk, playing his Nintendo DS...sideways?

"Talk to me, Goose," House told him, pausing his game.

"What in the world are you playing?" Wilson asked as he took a seat.

"Nintendo's version of Guitar Hero. Not as cool without the actual guitar but it works in a pinch."

Wilson raised his eyebrow. "Cameron's spending her hard earned paycheck on necessary baby items, including extra things for your place, and you're out buying video games?"

House frowned at him across the desk. "Not that it's any of your business but it was a gift."

"For what?"

He turned slightly red. "Father's Day."

Wilson snorted. "You have got to be kidding me."

House felt the need to justify himself. "Well, I got Cameron the crib she was eyeing and I accidentally gave it to her on the weekend of Mother's Day because I don't keep up with that crap. And do you know how much that dumb ass BED costs?"

The oncologist found himself grinning. "It doesn't matter, Greg. Don't ruin your good thing with pettiness."

House rolled his eyes. "Don't get me started. This kid's cost me a ton and she's not even--" He halted that thought before it completely emerged and went another route, "here yet."

Wilson's grin widened. "Good thing you have a decent paying job."

"One in which I am having to do things," he pouted.

The pretty boy rolled his eyes. "Work where you have to work? The horror!"

"Cuddy's actually making me attend to my patients."

"That bitch!" was stated appropriately.

House narrowed his eyes. "You need to work on your skills in sarcasm. It's slightly lacking."

Wilson was saved from having to make a slightly lacking response when House's office door opened admitting Cameron.

"Ah, Cameron, I'm so glad you're here. I would give this game a solid B. The songs are awesome but, honestly, how challenging can it be with only four notes?"

She shot him a scathing look. "I don't give a damn about your game, House."

He looked insulted. "See if I let you borrow it then. What the hell got you so bitchy?"

"Well, let's see. I'm carrying nearly twenty extra pounds around in one centralized location. My back constantly hurts, I have to constantly urinate and the baby seems to enjoy hurting me already. Adding to the fact that I look like an effing hippopotamus and I feel the need to get mad or cry. At this point I am considering doing both."

House rolled his eyes. "Are we back to the hippo thing again?"

Wilson spoke up. "Actually, Cameron, contrary to popular conception hippopotami are considered proportionate in size to help them in the water."

House looked at him sharply. "Jimmy, what you are doing?"

"What?" he asked, confused at the harsh look. "I was letting Cam know she was complimenting herself."

House snorted. "No wonder you've be divorced three times."

Wilson looked hurt. "Well, that was uncalled for. I was only trying to help."

"Well, don't," he snapped. "Cameron, enough with the hippo crap. One more word about it and the nursery will be changed to hungry, hungry hippos. And if you start crying I swear by the very God we defy daily I will come up with a way to embarrass you so bad it will take you years to recover."

It was a vague threat but everyone present in the room knew it was something Greg House could succeed at. Cameron took a moment to get control of her rampant emotions and presented House the papers she was sent in with. "Becky--"

"Who?" House interrupted immediately.

"Our patient." Cameron answered with patience. "Have you thought that maybe if you take an extra second to learn the patient's name Cuddy might actually think you work. Maybe she will even stop harassing you so much."

"Hm, good suggestion. But I think she'll just come because she's attracted to me."

Cameron and Wilson looked incredulous at him. "Ok," she finally said.

"Don't be jealous."

"Moving on. Tests confirm that Becky," she stressed, "exhibits no sign of stroke or brain lesion."

"Rad."

"Blood test confirmed what we already knew- her white blood is low but not to the point of extreme, positive ANA antibodies and lupus anticoagulant, and the thyroid stimulating hormone is abnormal."

House frowned as he studied the results she handed over. "Could thyroiditis combined with lupus account for all of her symptoms?"

Cameron was shocked by the askance of her opinion and judging by Wilson's face he was too. She chose to answer with caution. "We tend not to be so lucky."

His blues met hers. "Agreed. Start her on Synthroid- she needs that at the very least- and let the brainstorming commence. Get the troops together for Round 2."

She grimaced as she pressed her hand behind her. "Can you page them? My back is killing me."

"Turn around and sit on the desk."

"What?" she asked, surprised. "Why?"

House scowled at her. "Your back really hurting you or what? Wilson, go get my lost ducklings, will ya."

Wilson frowned but stood up. "You could at least say please with your demands, House."

He looked contrite. "Pretty please, Jimmy, with Cameron on top."

"Hey!" she protested from her perch on House's desk. "That's--oh!" House pressed his hands against her lower back and applied slight pressure as he kneaded his thumbs in a circular motion. Wilson slipped out of the room unnoticed. She let out a whimper.

"Hurting?" he asked as he slowly moved up her spinal cord.

"Harder," Cameron said as his hands did magical things to the pressure in her back.

He snorted to hide his laughter. "You keep making noises like that and it will be."

She let out an involuntary moan as he pressed harder as requested. "I'm sorry but this, to me, is better than sex."

His hands suddenly stopped and she turned her head to look at him, her hair falling over her shoulder. "Excuse me? Better than sex did you say?"

She smiled. "It was meant to be a compliment."

"Certainly not to the men you slept with. My God, Cameron. Your sex life must be severely lacking."

Determining the massage was over she moved her body around so she was facing him. "What do you suggest I do about that, Dr. House?"

He looked her over for a minute. She was six months pregnant and all of the "excess" weight she had gained was primarily where the little Camlet resided. Her chest size was affected as well, which he particularly enjoyed on occasion. He cleared his throat then looked into her openly curious face. "I thought you weren't interested anymore."

"I thought you weren't interested at all," she shot back in a soft voice.

House briefly considered his answer before shrugging. "Maybe I lied."

Cameron nodded slightly. "I might have too."

"Or," he continued, "we could be lying now. The odds of honest is quite low in this relationship, I'm afraid."

Cameron laughed as she gently put herself on the floor, watching as he stood beside her. "A relationship based on lies. We are doomed to succeed."

"Alas." He put a hand on the side of her stomach, the other behind her. "Is she behaving today?"

She smiled up at him, suddenly realizing how close they were standing. "Um...yeah, she hadn't been overly active today."

"Good. How about I take you two out to dinner tonight, give you a break."

She fluttered her lashes and leaned slightly forward as she put her hands on his t-shirt. "Oh my. I do believe you just asked us on a date."

House rolled her eyes. "I did not. I actually asked the younger Cameron on a date. But since she can't exactly come without you I extended the invitation to include the both of you."

"Cradle robber," she retorted and attempted to push away in mock anger but he held her to him.

"Where are you going? I'm still waiting for a thank you kiss for the invite."

She smirked, ignoring the fluttering of her stomach at his closeness. "I'll be sure little Gregina thanks you properly when she makes her appearance."

He leaned his face closer to hers. "I was talking to little Gregina's hot mama."

Cameron forgot to breathe as he came closer still and her hands clutched his shirt. She closed her eyes and she could feel his breath on her face, his lips brushing her...

"Ahem!"

The interruption had both involved parties jumping back looking guilty, sheepish, and more than slightly embarrassed. House recovered faster to glare in the direction of the side door where Wilson was standing with a goofy grin on his face. "What?" he snarled.

Wilson gestured with his thumb behind him. "Your teams as requested, Greg." Then he had the nerve to WINK at House before entering the conference room once more.

"Bastard," House growled before looking to Cameron. "You all right?"

She had manage to get her red face to a becoming pink. "Fine. Let's cure the patient."