A/N - Hey guys, sorry about the wait, AGAIN! But college is really making it hard to write frequently :/ Anyway, here's the new chap, just another House/family chap :) I hope you guys aren't getting bored of this story, because it seems at the moment that it doesn't really have a purpose, which is basically true, because I don't have an ending planned yet, but I hae a rough idea. I just don't want my readers to feel that I'm just writing nonsense. Tell me what you think about this :) ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own House MD or any of the characters. If I did, I certainly wouldn't have dropped Jennifer Morrison. Stupid Fox.

Chapter Twenty Six – Falling Asleep

Even if the moon fell down tonight,
There'd be nothing to worry about because,
You make the whole world shine.
As long as you're here, everything will be alright.

- Chase Coy

For the second time that night, Benjamin's crying came through the baby monitor and woke the sleeping couple.

"Ohh, no," moaned Cameron, rubbing her eyes "He can't be hungry again!"

House popped a Vicodin and then rolled over to kiss Cameron's cheek.

"I'll go," he whispered "He probably just needs changing or something,"

"Thank you," said Cameron appreciatively.

House shook his head and smiled as his girlfriend rolled over and fell asleep again. He pulled himself up and hobbled into the spare room.

While Alfie had somehow managed to stay asleep, little Benjamin was thrashing his legs and arms around and big tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey," whispered House as he leant over the crib "You're gonna wake your brother up,"

Benjamin looked up at House, his brown eyes connecting with House's blue ones. House leaned over to scoop him up, and Benjamin stopped crying, as if understanding what House had said.

"That's better," he said, holding him under his arms so they were face to face. "You didn't need to make all that noise now did you?"

The 6 month old baby stared intently at House's face and then reached out his small hands to touch his stubble. Then Ben giggled, just like his brother, and buried his little face in House's neck.

House smiled and held Ben under his bottom, with one hand supporting his head as he stroked his fluffy baby hair.

He really was a cute baby – even House had to admit that. He had chubby little cheeks, big brown eyes like his Dad that were wide and constantly exploring, a smile that matched his brothers and a little white baby sleep-suit with blue stars that hugged his tiny body.

"Now, what did you want?" whispered House "Because you obviously don't want food, and you don't smell like you need a new diaper, so really, you were just attention seeking,"

House began to rock him gently. "How mature of you," he joked.

Then he realised he was mocking a 6 month old who wouldn't understand his sarcasm anyway.

Benjamin lifted his head from House's shoulder and reached out for his nose, giggling as he patted it with his small hand. House smiled and looked at the baby carefully.

"Babies are so weird," he said "What is so funny about my nose? Are you insulting me?"

Benjamin just smiled and gurgled at him. Then he yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"See, you're tired. So how about you go back to sleep, and then I can go back to sleep,"

The baby just buried his face in House's neck again, sleep overcoming him once more.

"And no more crying, because your Aunt Ally doesn't like it when you cry, and I don't like it when Aunt Ally isn't happy, so we'll make a deal; no more crying until morning and I'll…buy you a stuffed bear or something, okay?"

Ben just made more baby noises and wrapped his little arms around House's neck.

"If you think I'm singing for you, you've got another think coming pal," whispered House and then he smiled as Ben sighed sleepily, slowly drifting off in his arms.

House gently rocked him for a while before carefully placing him in the crib and covering him with the blankets.

As House went to close the door, he glanced back into the room, to make sure the boys were both fine. Then he shook his head and smiled. God, he really was going soft in his old age.

He returned to his bedroom and crawled back into bed with Cameron. As he spooned against her again, letting her body heat warm him from the inside, Cameron mumbled and reached her hand up to touch his cheek over her shoulder.

"Mhmm," she mumbled sleepily "Are they okay?"

"Yup, both asleep,"

"Had a nice little conversation with Ben though, did we?" she teased, her eyes still shut.

House scrunched his face up in confusion, a smirk on his lips.

"I heard it all over the monitor," she explained.

House laughed. "You minx, I thought you were asleep," he said

"Well, I can multi-task,"

House smiled and kissed her cheek before lying back down and letting sleep overcome him again.

******

As the sun peeked through the curtains, Cameron stretched her arms out and opened her eyes. A look at the clock told her it was just after 7, and the bright sunshine was an indication of what type of day it would be. She rolled over onto her right side and looked down at House beside her – he'd taken his tee off in the night and as he laid on his front with one arm thrown across her waist, the muscles in his back looked even more firm and defined in the light. His face was wedged into his pillow and his hair was sticking up all over the place. She could have watched him sleep all day.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his eyes still shut and his voice gruff from sleep.

Cameron jumped slightly at his voice.

"How do you do that?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Magic,"

Cameron chuckled and ran her hand through his hair. House strained his neck to see the clock and then groaned, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Why I am awake on a Saturday at 7:15am?"

Cameron smiled and then leaned over and kissed his neck lazily. As House tipped his head to the side slightly to give her more access, he smiled sleepily.

"Ahh, so this is why I'm awake at 7:15 on a Saturday,"

With the hand on her waist, he gripped her side tightly and pulled her on top of him. She squealed and laughed, but he quickly silenced her with his lips. She smoothed her hands up his chest and her fingers stroked the nape of his neck as House plunged his tongue into her mouth, not caring about her morning breath.

Then he started placing delicate open mouthed kisses down her neck, making her moan slightly in pleasure.

"I thought you two were friends," exclaimed a sweet 3 year old from the doorway and Cameron leapt off of House quicker than she'd ever done before.

House started coughing and laughing and Cameron thanked God she was wearing pyjamas. They both looked at a small Alfie standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

House couldn't keep the grin off his face and Cameron's face turned beet red as she propped herself up against the headboard awkwardly.

"Erm, what are you talking about sweetie? We are friends,"

Alfie wandered further into the room, seemingly un-phased by walking in on a heavy make-out session.

"Well," he said, gripping onto the foot of the bed "Friends don't kiss each other. I'm friends with Mikey from playgroup, and I don't kiss him,"

"I damn well hope not," muttered House and Cameron swatted him for his language.

"Samantha is my friend too," continued Alfie "but I wouldn't mind if she wanted to kiss me,"

House and Cameron laughed heartily and then Cameron signalled for Alfie to come around the bed. He did so and she yanked him up to sit with them.

"Greg is my…special friend," she explained carefully, and House gave her a funny look which she ignored "Like your Mommy and Daddy are special friends, so they get to kiss each other,"

Alfie seemed to contemplate this. "So," he said "you can only kiss people who are your special friends? But Mommy kisses you on the cheek sometimes,"

Cameron chuckled slightly. She wasn't getting anywhere with this. "That's because we're sisters,"

House intervened "Basically, squirt, I'm the only guy that gets to kiss your Aunt, so back off Mister," he teased and Alfie laughed.

"Do you like kissing him?" he asked Cameron with a smirk and she smiled.

"Yeah, I like kissing him,"

To prove her point, she kissed House lightly on the mouth.

"Ewww," he said, covering his eyes with his small hands, and then giggled as Cameron tickled him.

"Why are you up so early anyway?" she asked as he laid back on the bed over Cameron's legs.

He shrugged. "Needed to go potty," he said simply.

House laughed. "Spoken like a true male," he said and Cameron rolled her eyes.

"Okay, how about you go and put the TV on and then I'll come out and make you some pancakes once I've seen to Benjamin,"

Alfie nodded. "Okay," he said "are we gonna go to the park today, like last time?"

Cameron smiled "Yeah, why not?"

Alfie grinned happily and then hopped off the bed before scurrying out of the room.

Cameron sighed and flopped back against House.

"That was close." he said "He nearly walked in on something that would need a lot more explaining,"

Cameron laughed. "Yeah, that would have been even more embarrassing,"

"Oh come on, he's 3 – right now he's just worried about whether he'll catch the next episode of Spongebob,"

"Yeah, I guess you're right,"

There was a silence for a moment before House spoke again.

"So, I'm your special friend, huh?" he teased.

"I didn't know how else to put it," she laughed "And he kind of understood it, so what's the big deal?"

"Nothing, just I haven't been a special friend since I was 5,"

Cameron rolled over and kissed him quickly before heaving herself up and out of bed.

"If you don't get up and dressed soon, you won't be anyone's special friend,"

She threw his jeans at him and they landed over his head.

"Oooh," he teased, pulling them off his face "feisty,"

Cameron threw him a look and then disappeared into the bathroom.

******

A few hours later, House found himself unwillingly limping along the street beside Cameron pushing Benjamin in the push-chair and holding little Alfie's hand as they walked to the park.

He would have much preferred to be sitting on the couch with coffee and General Hospital re-runs, but when Cameron looked at him in that way, kissed at his neck, and told him she loved him, he would agree to anything.

He listened as Alfie yabbered on about something he did at playgroup and smiled at Cameron who kept nodding and making comments in the right places – she was just so great with kids it was unbelievable. She was a complete natural. She seemed to have this warm glow that meant children trusted her and felt like they could tell her anything.

She'd be an amazing Mom.

For a moment, he wondered what their children would be like; his intellect, her compassion; his blue eyes, her heart-shaped face; his humour and her good nature.

Then he shook his head – he shouldn't be thinking about these things yet. He had to admit though, it wasn't the first time things like that had crossed his mind.

When they reached the park, House sat himself down on a bench to rest his leg and Alfie began tugging on Cameron's coat, pleading to go on the swings.

Cameron leaned over so she was face to face with House.

"Look after Benjamin?" she asked and he just nodded.

She kissed him quickly and then disappeared off to the playground with Alfie leading the way.

"Just me and you, huh?" he said to the baby in the pushchair next to him who was currently sucking on his stuffed dog's ear.

House chuckled at him and the watched Cameron with Alfie. He really loved his aunt. Hell, who didn't?

A few minutes later, Cameron walked over to the bench with no Alfie.

"He wants you," she said as she walked over and sat beside him.

"What?"

"He wants you to watch him on the jungle gym," she said.

House frowned, then shrugged and got up to find the kid.

As House looked over at the jungle gym, he could see Alfie about to grab onto the monkey bars, which were way too high for him.

House could see what was going to happen next. As Alfie's little hand grabbed onto one bar, the other hand slipped off making him lose his grip. As Mother's gasped, House threw down his cane and ran as best he could the few feet to the monkey bars. Just as the bar slipped out of Alfie's grip and he screamed, falling towards the ground, House was underneath him and catching him around the middle.

Mother's sighed in relief and House did too as he held the boy in his arms. His leg was screaming at him, but that was irrelevant.

"You okay, kid?" he asked, holding Alfie under his bottom as he looked up at his face.

He was crying, probably from the shock, but he was okay. He nodded and then wrapped his arms around House's neck, burying his face in his shoulder.

House just hugged him back awkwardly and then set him down on the ground. He went to pick up his cane and then held his hand out for Alfie.

"How about we go play in the sandbox instead?"

Alfie wiped his eyes, nodded and then took House's hand.

*

About an hour later, after a burger from the burger-van and a few minutes of shaking sand out of shoes, Alfie was ready to go and feed the ducks – Benjamin and House on the other hand, were ready to go back home.

"Oh, pleaaase?" begged Alfie "We can't go back yet."

Benjamin wailed and Cameron soothed him with his toy, gently shushing him.

House rolled his eyes. "How about I take the littlest kid back home and you stay here with Alfie?"

Cameron looked up at him. "You wouldn't mind?" she asked.

"Course not – my leg's kinda bothering me now anyway,"

Cameron stood up and kissed him. "Thank you," Then she moved her lips to his ear. "I'll pay you back later,"

House grinned and then took hold of the pushchair, hooking his cane over the handle.

"See you later," he said and then limped off with Benjamin.

*

Once they were back, House made up one of Ben's bottles just like Cameron had shown him and then took him out of the pushchair and over to the couch. House whipped off his jacket and sneakers and sat down with Benjamin on his lap.

Ben giggled and kicked his legs as he lay on House's lap, his head by House's knees.

"See, you're laughing now, so why were you crying like a baby at the park?" House said, tickling the boy to make him laugh even more.

Then he scooped him up and rested him in the crook of his arm as he fed him his milk.

"You think that if you cry you'll just get what ever you want?"

Ben just sucked happily on his bottle, his little hands resting on either side of it.

"Well, I guess you do get whatever you want, so…maybe I should try that with your Aunt,"

House had to admit it; he was warming to the baby. He thought babies were just annoying and sticky, but little Benjamin was cute and seemed to like him. Maybe they weren't all bad.

*

Cameron came home with Alfie and a huge lollipop about half an hour later.

"We're back," she called as she shut the door behind them. She threw her keys on the table beside the door and hung up her jacket.

Alfie went to turn on the TV but then he started giggling quietly.

"Aunt Ally," he whispered "Come and see this,"

Cameron frowned, curious to what the 3 year old was talking about and went over to him.

Then she saw why he was whispering and a smile spread across her face.

House was sprawled out on his back on the couch, asleep. His legs crossed at one end of the couch and his head propped up on a pillow at the other. One hand was hanging over the edge and the other rested on the back of the small 6 month old baby on his chest. Benjamin was outstretched on his front in the middle of House's chest, his arms hugging House's sides and his legs ending just below House's belly button.

It really was the cutest sight she had ever seen.

"God, what is it about him and falling asleep with kids?"

She had to smile though. It was adorable.

Okay guys, just another cute family chap there. I have a general jist of where I'm going, but I just hope this isn't boing you or you're finding the story too long :/ Let me know your thoughts in a nice old review cos I love em. Thanks for reading. More soon :)