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Chapter 36- Sugar Daddy

House was awakened by the sound of frantic feet across hard wood floor, which was soon accompanied by the sound of gagging. He pulled himself up and his massive hangover made itself known. He gratefully took the Vicodin on the nightstand and went into the bathroom when he noticed the gagging stopped.

"Good Morning, Sunshine!" House stated in mock cheerfulness.

When he swung the door open he was greeted with the image of Cuddy leaning against the wall, with tendrils of hair stuck to her forehead by sweat. Another wave of nausea hit her and she lunged violently at the toilet and emptied more of her stomach contents to the porcelain god. When she was done she looked up at him with blood shot eyes and tears rolling down her face.

"I don't think I can do this," she whispered.

House limped into the bathroom and sat on the side of the tub and looked straight ahead.

Cuddy waited for a reaction and when she didn't get one she spoke again. "House?" But he still didn't say anything. "Say something."

"What is there to say?" House asked, "It's your body and I can't tell you what to do with it."

"But they're your kids," Cuddy said as she too looked ahead, "I was a fool to think I could do this." Cuddy sniffled. "I'm too old to do this. I can just feel that something's gonna go wrong. I mean look at my luck so far," she laughed bitterly through her tears. "I've got this fucked up relationship with you; I lost Rachel and my fucking house just burned to the fucking ground. Doesn't get anymore fucked up than that," she sniffled some more.

House just sat there and listened to her vent. He lowered himself to sit next to her and she put her head in her hands.

They sat there quietly for what seemed like an eternity when House finally picked up on something, "Did you say kids?"

"Yeah," Cuddy said as she smoothed her hair back from her face, "Apparently you have super sperm that has penetrated the barren lands of Lisa Cuddy's uterus. Twins."

"You have no idea what this has done to my ego," House said jokingly.

"I think I've got a pretty good idea," Cuddy smiled.

"Wow," House said, "I didn't know that hormones kicked in this early in the pregnancy."

"Shut up," she replied.

They were quiet for a little while longer until House broke the silence again, "Are we okay Cuddy?"

Cuddy thought about this for a second, "House, we're as okay as we'll ever be."

House nodded his head, "Oh and you look sexy in nothing but my shirt by the way."

Cuddy looked down at her attire, "I need clothes," she sighed.

"Go buy some" House said simply.

"With what money? Remember my house burned down yesterday or did you not get the memo?" Cuddy said sarcastically.

"Well I guess I'll be your sugar daddy for this weekend," House said, "And I don't think you should talk to your sugar daddy that way."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "House, you couldn't buy back half of my wardrobe."

"Oh really, Cuddles" House asked, "Well where is it that you think all my money goes, hmm? I live in an apartment and I ride a motorcycle. I may have every brand of Nike shoe known to man but that's not even a fraction of my salary, so I think you had better apologize to your sugar daddy."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and stood up from the bathroom floor. She held her hand out to House and he took it, pulling himself up.

"Boy does Wilson have a surprise in store for him when he comes back on Thursday," House said as he limped after her.

"No," Cuddy turned on him, "No one knows I'm pregnant and I want to keep it that way. At least until the first trimester's up."

"Now come on Sugar Daddy, you have an entire wardrobe to buy back," Cuddy said.

"It's," House said as he looked at the clock, "8:42 in the morning. What clothing stores are open this early?"

"Oh you'd be surprised," Cuddy said as she went into the kitchen.

"Can't you just take my card?" House whined as he flopped back down on the bed.

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Five hours later Cuddy was done with her work attire and had now moved on to casual wear. House was lying on his back on one of the near by benches counting the ceiling tiles in the store and spinning his cane in his hand. They had spent a little over $800 on her suits and shoes for work and she made House carry the bags. At the moment she was crouched down trying to pick out a pair of tennis shoes. House huffed as she literally scrunched her brow in frustration.

"Get the pink ones," House finally said, "I have the same ones in blue."

Cuddy looked down at the pink Nike cross trainers, "And why does that mean I should pick them?"

"So we can get out of here," House said as he sat up.

Cuddy put the lid on the box and stood up, "We're not done yet. I still need night wear and….under garments."

House smirked to himself. He totally forgot about the underwear. "Well what are we waiting for?" He perked up.

Cuddy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said as she headed towards the check-out lines.

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House was once again lying on a bench outside of the changing rooms, only this time it looked more perverted on account of him being inside of a Victoria's Secret store.

"You are such a prude, Cuddy," House said as he spun his cane.

"Why?" he heard her ask, "Because I won't let you watch me try on bras and panties?"

"Exactly," he said.

"Well I think you'll be pleased to know that I've already gone up a cup size," Cuddy teased.

"You're gonna go up a lot more sizes than that when you reach your full whale-sized capacity," House joked.

"Shut up," Cuddy said as she threw a hanger over the changing room stall trying to hit him.

"Ouch!" he shouted even though the hanger landed a good five feet away from him.

"Shit," Cuddy hissed when only one of the ten bras she picked out fit.

"Did you find out the genders?" House asked as he looked up at the ceiling.

Cuddy looked at the stall door, "Uh…I think Robinson said a girl and a boy, but I could be wrong. I was still in shock so I didn't catch half of the stuff she said."

"Ya know Cuddles," House started, "I think you owe me a big thank you. And by thank you I'd prefer something physical, if ya know what I mean."

Cuddy thought about this for a second and then smirked to herself, "Ya know I think you're right, House." Cuddy put the rest of her clothes on and opened the stall door. She walked towards him; looking into his eyes she uttered a genuine 'thank you'. She stood up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. House hesitated and wrapped his arms around her waist. House's hands slowly trailed lower but she stopped him.

"Touch my ass House and you'll be missing a nut," Cuddy said as she brought her body closer to his.

"This isn't exactly the type of gratitude I was looking forward to," House said.

"Shut up," Cuddy mumbled and tightened her grip on him.