Chapter 12

Day 70

Things had settled down quite a bit in the week since House and Allie had moved back in. He had tried getting the rest of the family to adjust to calling the girl Cameron, but eventually he gave up and went back to using her nickname. With him back in the house, Robbie had totally stepped up as the girls brother and quickly learned the physical therapy she needed to go through now only twice a day. At this point House was confident the boy could help his sister on his own, so he was free to spend time with his youngest separately.

"Daaaa- aaaaa- Come on, say it with me. Daaaa-aaaa-ddddeeeee" He held the spoon filled with fruit loops a foot from the girls mouth, waiting for her latest attempt at his name. This had become routine for the past two days; but despite his greatest effort, she seemed in no hurry to drop her baby talk.

"Aaaaaaaaadddbbeeeee" She repeated in frustration and finally reached out to grip the spoon herself. Before he could pull back, she had it in her hand and was slurping the sugary breakfast off it into her mouth. Sighing, he gave up and allowed her to finish her cereal without interruption.

"I need to enroll you in speech therapy." He frowned, having known it was most likely going to end up that way. At least he'd given it his best effort, unlike someone else he knew. "Hey, hey, watch it." He reached out quickly, managing to stop the girl from attempting to tip the bowl against her mouth in order to drink the remaining milk. He hadn't done so yesterday and ended up having to give the girl a bath.

Remy pouted, but allowed her father to take away her breakfast and wipe up the milk she had managed to get on her face. As he lifted the girl up off the stool and set her down on the floor the phone rang. "Robbie, can you get that please? It's probably your mother." That morning had been unusually rough on both of them. Cuddy seemed to be troubled over something and hadn't wanted to talk about it with him.

"Dad? Mum wants to talk to you." He felt a tapping at his back and turned, grabbing the phone from his son. "Can I give Remy her bath?" He asked before his father could put the phone to his ear. The boy pointed towards the sink where Remy was standing, milk covering her mouth, chin and nightgown. In her hands was the bowl he had taken away but not emptied.

House sighed and nodded, watching as Robbie lit up and ran around the island to grab his younger sister; tugging her enthusiastically out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom. "Uncle Arny's House of Pancakes." He finally spoke into the phone. The lack of sarcastic retort from the other side of the line began to worry him. "Lisa?"

"Greg..." The woman hesitated as she gripped his office phone tightly in her hands. She had been running tests all morning; checking and double checking the end results before she had given in and gathered herself enough to call. "The girls... They're pregnant."

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Robbie ducked as a long stream of water sailed over his head. Of course the second stream hit him square in the face as now Remy had her trajectory established. "Auuugh." He laughed, wiping at his eyes with his free hand while the other continued to clutch the bottle of conditioner. "Come on Remy. You know you hate getting out of the tub without this stuff in your hair too." He squirted some of the product into his hand and reached across the lip of the tub towards the girl.

Remy pouted at Robbie's lack of interest playing with her. Ever since Allie and their father had come home, he had been less and less willing. She didn't like it one bit but relented and moved towards the edge of the tub so he could finish washing her hair. "Ombie oooooooooooooorin." She crossed her arms over her chest, satisfied she had told him off sufficiently.

The boy only rolled his eyes and slopped the conditioner into her hair. "Allie's boring." He inputted. "I'm just being a big boy for Daddy." This clarification didn't mean much to the girl; she had already given up trying to instigate play with her older sister. It wasn't that the girl was unwilling, she was just severely limited in what activities she could partake in.

The door suddenly flew open and a figure appeared in the doorway. Before either child could register who it was, they both began to scream. "Woah, woah guys. Shit." House held his hands out in front of him as he entered the bathroom. "It's just me." He wanted to kick himself for scaring them, but he had more important matters to handle first. "Robbie, finish your sisters hair quickly and help her get dressed. We're going to the hospital."

The boy nodded, a smile spread widely across his face. Previously this meant they were going to his fathers department, where he had fun making the doctors look stupid. House turned to look at his baby girl, doing his best to hold back the emotions he had tumbling inside of him. He simply gave the girl what he hoped was a casual smile and turned around to head into his bedroom.

"Allie, wakey wakey." He pulled at the edge of the blanket she was currently cocooned in. As she began to stir he pulled out a random outfit from the dresser and tossed it on the bed. "Come on kiddo." This time he pulled the blanket off her completely and began shaking out her folded clothes.

The girl was not an easy riser so he waited as patiently as he could as she yawned multiple times and blinked her eyes open, searching for him. Finding him, she smiled brightly. House returned it, despite the rest of his body trembling. Surely Lisa had been wrong; how could something like this have happened? What had their captor been thinking? They couldn't be pregnant with his babies.

Movement next to him snapped him out of his thoughts. "Peanut." He took the girl carefully into his arms and brought her up into a tight embrace. "Keep defying the odds, huh?" He ran a hand through her hair as she adjusted in his arms so she could hug him back. It seemed impossible that she didn't miscarry as soon as she had been brought back from the dead.

Allie buried her face in his neck and yawned loudly before whimpering and whining her protest at being woken up so early. "Aw kiddo, make daddy feel worse why don't you." He pulled her from his chest and kissed her forehead and cheek. She simply gazed at him adoringly, even as he sat her next to him on the mattress. "Gonna let daddy get you dressed?" He asked, knowing the girl was fussy about what clothes she wore. Mostly he allowed her to remain in her pajama's, but didn't think that would be appropriate in this situation. "Arms up."

Robbie and Remy soon appeared in the doorway, dressed and ready to go. A few minutes of wriggling Allie into her shoes later, the four were out the door, heading to the hospital.

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A/N - So like, totally unbelievable that Allie could possibly still be pregnant after technically dying, right? Well, she never did lose vital signs, and uh - I don't know. Yeah it is probably not very likely but I wrote it as happening and the rest of the story sort of was planned out with that in mind so please don't yell at me for this leap in medical plausibility! Just a story! Plus, doesn't mean the baby is healthy ;) Or a baby at all! Radioactive alien FTW!