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ANOTHER SHOT AT HAPPINESS CHAPTER 36: MISFITS AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS
PPTH, April 15
Dr. Lisa Cuddy couldn't believe it; she's 10 weeks pregnant. Her last pregnancy didn't even reach its ninth week. Of course she and House got worried when she had some light bleeding on the 8th week, but thankfully, Dr. Peterson said there was nothing wrong when she checked Cuddy. The fluttering heartbeats they heard on the ultrasound sounded so heavenly to her.
She was also butt-loads of thankful when the morning sickness went away because a few days after her first checkup with Dr. Peterson, her morning sickness turned up even in the hospital; luckily she was usually in her office and no one saw her.
Her eye-popping breasts were now her main problem. Luckily it could still be hid from view every time she wore her lab coat and tied it loosely around her. She always entered the hospital in it. House was having a lot of fun staring at them every time he was with her. He wasn't having fun touching them, though; she'd slap his hand away at once since her breasts were tender by this time. Another problem was her raging hormones! She'd have House all over her every time she craved to be touched or catered to, and the good thing about it is she needn't have to beg him. But she really fought hard not to jump him during work hours.
She lost weight during the worst of her morning sickness and is currently gaining it back so she isn't actually showing yet. Her breasts gain all of the attention; much to House's agony of sharing his second favorite anatomy of hers.
Speaking of House, he's been great; he's supportive, and he understands her when she's not in the mood to talk to him, or anyone else, for that matter. It's really great if your partner's a doctor; they understand things more clearly than the others.
She was pulled out of her reverie when the donors she's going to meet with entered her office.
April 29
House and Cuddy were definitely relieved to have reached the last week of Cuddy's first trimester. Cuddy was definitely aglow every minute of the day; those who didn't know- well, no one else knew-, thought that House was most definitely great at bed.
They- which meant Cuddy-, were able to inform HR and the board about it so they wouldn't have any problems regarding the issue. As predicted, they were speechless for a few seconds before Cuddy received any reply from them; but they agreed as long as, the usual; as long as all personal matters remain strictly outside the hospital. She was able to threaten them about spreading the news and they completely tucked their tales in between their legs and agreed to not help the rumor mill go into overdrive. She wasn't showing that much yet so no one thought about her unusual glow.
Cuddy was more relieved than House because she knows that most miscarriages occur before the twelfth week of pregnancy.
Cuddy's office, May 6, 3 pm
House barged inside Cuddy's office that afternoon and found her with her head on her hands. He scrunched up his face and walked towards her not before he threw his backpack on her couch.
"Are you okay?" House asked as he touched her shoulder while he knelt in front of her.
"Headache," she said through gritted teeth.
"Well, that's been normal for you since last week; blood volume increases so there's nothing we can do," he said as he rubbed her back soothingly.
"Done with your case?" she asked on a sigh.
"Yes. Done with your work?" House asked; he wanted to take her home since she was feeling a bit like crap.
Cuddy nodded.
"Let's go home then," he said, Cuddy nodded and started getting ready.
"Can we pass by the grocery? Please?" she asked.
"Okay," House said. There was no use in arguing with her these days. Those hormones would make her cry from a chick flick.
When Cuddy stood up, she bent a bit forward with her hand on her hips, she groaned a bit in pain. House was quickly beside her.
"What happened," he asked.
"Abdominal –"
"Round ligament pain?" House asked. Cuddy nodded.
"You know that's—"
"Normal, I know," Cuddy snapped, "Could we just go now, please?" she pleaded.
House nodded. He hated seeing her like this but what could he have done? Everything she was experiencing was completely normal unless the pain was in a different level.
"Damn, those hormones are wild," House told her as they walked to her office door.
"That's why you better start treating me better than you do now," Cuddy said with her trademark puppy dog eyes that had House running to different stores at the wee hours of the morning in search of ice cream and something he'd never thought would haunt him; pickles.
House glared at her slyness, "Cheater," he berated her.
"You can't blame a woman for trying," Cuddy said as she led him out of the office and towards his corvette.
House sneered at her while she giggled.
PPTH, May 13
Hospital businesses were cut short when a man suddenly took a couple of people hostage in the clinic.
A frustrated ER patient named Jason pulled a gun and held the patients and the staff hostage in Cuddy's office.
House was currently arranging and placing something on Cuddy's desk; he was finally going to give her that necklace she returned to him before. Cuddy told him to only give it to her when he completely trusts her again. When he saw that she was starting to show, he'd been itching to give it to her for the celebration of her completing the first trimester and to tease her a bit for starting to show, for some reason, he wasn't able to.
Jason demanded that House look at his medical records in order to diagnose his symptoms, which other doctors have failed to do. House did so; opening Pandora's Box in the process.
When Cuddy got in that morning, she was met by the SWAT ushering patients and hospital staff either out of the building or just away from the clinic. Upon hearing that House was one of the hostages, her heart beat faster than normal. But the thought of this happening to her hospital was also weighing in on her. She fought tears and put on her wall; she had to handle this strongly. She would be able to help House, her staff, and the other patients there if she remained rational, and careful. She rolled her eyes when the SWAT officer in charge of the operation told her that he wished her boyfriend knows what he's doing.
By the end of the fiasco, they had to put up an explosive frame charge to the wall to finally get custody of Jason. Thirteen was put on dialysis, and Jason was cuffed albeit cured.
A few minutes after the incident, House went to Cuddy's office where he saw Cuddy critically viewing everything in her now hell of an office.
"Tests confirmed Melioidosis," House said upon his entrance.
Cuddy sighed in exhaustion and looked at him, "Is that really all you care about?" she asked him incredulously. House just looked at her.
"A moron storms the clinic, bullying himself into a life without parole, with you enabling him every step," Cuddy reprimanded him.
House matched her exhausted face; of course he was exhausted, he had to diagnose someone in a few hours! He just lowered his gaze, "If he hadn't done what he did, he'd be dead," House told her.
"Well he should have been; he was stupid enough to not clue any of his doctors in about his trip to Florida! It was just a damn patient history and he didn't get it right, once," Cuddy half-yelled in frustration.
House's eyes widened when he saw her tremble and he caught her at once before she fell to the ground.
He immediately swept Cuddy into his arms and went out to the clinic.
As always, no matter what, House remained completely professional even if his heart was beating rapidly, "Someone, get me a stretcher," House called out once he stepped out from the clinic.
Two nurses rushed to his side and he lifted Cuddy to the stretcher. Half of the clinic was watching as the scene played out; no one saw Cuddy's bump since she was wearing her lab coat.
That night…
Cuddy woke up and instantly knew she wasn't at home; the distinct sanitized smell of her hospital was a dead giveaway. Her head was killing her. Instinctively, a hand made its way on her abdomen and she internally sighed when she felt the bump still there.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled weakly when she saw House on the chair bouncing his think ball with his hands while looking at the white board with a few symptoms listed a few feet away from him. He never did resist the urge to solve one case after another.
This time, House accepted the case rather quickly since he had to take his mind off of Cuddy fainting in her office earlier that day. The case was just a temporary distraction; or just to mellow the situation a bit.
"Hey," Cuddy said weakly. House turned to her and offered her a nod before standing up.
"Remember what happened?" House asked as he elevated her back a bit.
"Yes. I just fainted, I remember falling so no syncope," she replied then turned serious, "The baby?" she asked.
"Everything's fine. You were just too exhausted with the day's events," House said.
Cuddy was stunned when House leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I'm glad you two are okay," he admitted almost inaudibly.
"You won't get rid of us that easily," she told him with a smile, lightening the mood.
"So, what are the symptoms?" she asked him curiously.
He pointed to the board but then pressed the down button so that she wouldn't see them.
"Hey! I was looking," she protested.
"Not anymore, you're not. You'll be resting until tomorrow morning," House scolded her.
"Yes, daddy," Cuddy replied sweetly.
House glared at her, "You're so lucky you're in that bed right now," he grumbled.
"Or what?" she dared, he said nothing, "House, you're getting soft," she teased him.
"No I'm not! With you, yes," he declared. Cuddy smiled teasingly.
"Could you stop that? It's annoying," House said.
Cuddy giggled, "I can't help myself!"
House sighed, "Just rest, okay?" he pleaded. Cuddy gave him a nod and closed her eyes.
A few minutes of pretending to sleep, she felt him sweep a stray curl away from her face before he kissed her lovingly on the forehead before placing a gentle hand on her abdomen. Cuddy smiled internally at the gestures. He really cared.
The next morning
While Cuddy was sleeping and House was nowhere in sight; he had been working on the patient—technically, the team were—, a nurse checked on her boss and was stunned to see the baby bump. It wasn't hard to not spot it since Cuddy was lying down and the blanket was carving her every curve. She double checked if it was just a pillow or anything. But it wasn't; it was a real baby bump. The nurse's mind started screaming, Dr. Cuddy's pregnant! Oh, God, She's pregnant!
She immediately checked everything she needed to check before scampering out the door and put in gas to make the rumor mills work faster tha it ever did.
House allowed Cuddy to be discharged upon approval of the head obstetrician in the hospital. She went directly to her office and showered.
Later that day, news had already spread about her bun in the oven and bets began whether it was a boy or a girl, or if House was indeed, the father.
Stacy and Wilson's jaws dropped to the floor when Cuddy confirmed the news to them when they barged into her office like House usually did.
Later that night at PPTH…
"I hate you," Wilson grumbled as he entered House's office.
"What did I do?" House asked innocently, looking up from what he was reading.
"Cuddy's pregnant and you didn't tell me!" Wilson screeched at him.
"Why? Are you the father?" House asked sarcastically.
"Oh my God!! You ARE the father!" Wilson exclaimed, with his mouth in an obvious 'o'. He stared at House for quite sometime and then walked out of the door in a daze, "I have to cash in on that pool," Wilson whispered on the way out.
A few minutes later, Stacy walked in.
"Never thought you had it in you," she said with a smile.
"I assume you've heard?" House stated.
"The entire hospital knows, that night janitor with his pants backwards pulled off a 'Gossip Girl' and ran through the halls like a town crier," Stacy said, amused.
"I'm going to tie his pants around his neck," House announced.
"You better not," Stacy warned, "I'll have to be a witness to your threat, and I don't want to be the one to have to turn you in," she said playfully.
"Why you here again?" House asked her, annoyed.
"I wanted to congratulate you," Stacy said and hugged him, "Make her happy," she whispered before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
House just nodded. He had finally let go. So did Stacy. They just weren't meant to be in this life, or the other.
"Thank you," he replied shyly. With that, Stacy nodded and walked out of the door, finally over House, although still grieving over Mark, albeit secretively.
Cuddy shared offices with House while hers was being renovated. She had absolutely no idea that House was spearheading the designs behind her back. She was happy during her stay with him in his office because he allowed her to join in the differentials whenever she wasn't preparing for a meeting or doing any paperwork.
House had been so kind as to complete her clinic duty for her; and take note: House did the clinic hours by himself.
Cuddy's Birthday, May 21, 1 pm
Cuddy was well in her 15th week, and things couldn't get any better.
They went to Princeton General during lunch to have her checked up. Seeing their baby suck on his or her thumb was probably one of the greatest things she saw. They weren't able to get the gender yet, and she didn't know whether she wanted to know or not. She also didn't know House's take on the matter.
People were gawking at them when they saw Cuddy entered without the lab coat they've groan accustomed to the past few weeks. They saw her baby bump and zoned out. She had no reason to hide it anymore since everything was out in the open.
Cuddy was wearing a new power suite, her curves still intact even if her waistline had changed and her abdomen was showing.
A few composed staff members greeted her a happy birthday while the others just stared. Either at House or her baby bump, she didn't know.
They reached House's office with the ducklings staring at them.
"What's with the staring?" House snapped which caused his team to pull themselves out of their daze.
"Apparently you'll have a kid," Foreman said, "God knows one Gregory House is more than two hands full."
Cuddy chuckled, "Sorry about that."
"Congratulations," Thirteen said and the others followed suit.
Cuddy thanked them and elbowed House to do the same.
"Thank you," House muttered.
"So, boy or girl?" Kutner asked Cuddy.
"We don't know yet," she replied.
"How many weeks along are you?" Thirteen asked enthusiastically.
"15," Cuddy said.
"Wow, you're on the second trimester!" she squealed. She was always amused by how House and Cuddy interacted with each other.
"And you'll be on babysitting duty," House pointed at her.
"Not with all the work you put us through," Thirteen replied.
"That's why it's called work," House reiterated like he was talking to a kid.
"Now, make daddy proud and find me a case," he said.
The ducklings complied and left the conference room.
Cuddy's Office, 3 pm
Wilson accompanied Cuddy to her newly renovated office.
"It's perfect," she said as she walked inside and saw everything.
"So, you're really, really pregnant?" Wilson asked her slowly, letting the words sink in.
Cuddy turned and looked at him, "Yes, I told you when you and Stacy barged in, remember? Why are you asking again?" she asked, a bit agitated.
Wilson ran a hand through his hair, "Nothing, just letting things sink in," he looked up at her and then released a breath he's been holding, "This is… this is great!" he smiled.
"Thank you, Wilson," she said and turned to look at her ordered desk. Her brows immediately furrowed.
"I like the desk, it has a lot of character," Wilson complimented.
"It's not the one I ordered," Cuddy said and approached it while running her hands through it, she gasped when she remembered, "This is my desk from med school!" she announced.
"You had it in storage or something?" Wilson asked.
"My mom did," Cuddy said. After a few seconds, realization hit her. She smiled sweetly and knowingly while stroking the desk with her fingers.
Wilson's pager suddenly interrupted them, "Gotta go," he said, "I love that desk," he said before walking out.
Cuddy smiled as she stroked the desk. Vivid memories of the past were revisiting her again as she remembered what she and House did on that particular desk. He got it from her mother. How? Her mother knew House, but her mom didn't tell her about someone who asked for the desk.
She then decided to pay him a little visit. He deserved something for doing this thing for her. It meant a lot.
House's Office, same day, 3:15 pm
Stacy entered House's office with a smile.
"Thank you," she said.
House walked towards her, they were a feet away from each other.
"For what?" he asked.
"For purposely incriminating yourself just to get my mind off of grieving," Stacy gratefully said.
House nodded, "You've grieved enough," he said shyly.
"Greg, you don't have to do that, honestly, I'm okay," she said.
"Okay," he agreed.
Stacy ran a hand on his shoulder and chest in a friendly manner and smiled, "Thank you," she repeated.
"You're welcome," he said and Stacy removed her hand from where it was, "So, how are things between you and Cuddy? How's the baby?" she asked genuinely.
"Everything's fine. The baby's developing well, no complications," House said proudly.
Before Stacy could reply, House saw Cuddy in the corner of his eye and groaned when he saw her saunter off to the elevators.
"Excuse me," House told Stacy and left her as he rushed after Cuddy.
3:20 pm
Cuddy exited the elevator with a very seductive stride towards House's office but stopped midway when she saw House and Stacy in the office.
Cuddy's eyes started to water when she saw Stacy's hand sweetly running from House's shoulder to his chest repeatedly.
She thought of how he could do this to her. She was pregnant, for crying out loud! Another side of her, which she didn't notice was telling her not to overreact but she couldn't help herself.
She started walking back towards the elevator and back to her office in record time.
Cuddy's Office
Cuddy was crying on the couch when House entered her office. He locked the door and didn't mind the blinds since they were already shut.
"You're doing it again!" Cuddy accused. House just looked at her, waiting for her to finish.
"You're purposely diverting her attention to you by creating cases! You did it the last time she was here!" Cuddy said. It wasn't an accusation, it was the truth. But he was diverting Stacy's attention to cases, not him; he was just a small percent of it. He'll admit it, the last time was for Stacy's attention alone, this time, he just wanted to help her.
"I am, okay? But Cuddy, I'm not cheating on you," House said, knowing where the conversation was heading.
Cuddy looked at him with teary eyes, exhaustion once again occupying her being, "You know if you want to be with her I won't stop you," she said sorrowfully.
House sat beside her and took her chin, forcing her to lock onto his gaze, "I want to be with YOU. I'm only helping her, okay? She has to have something to take an edge off her current situation. She needs law suits and cases to attend to so she would have something to distract her like the way I need cases and puzzles to solve when I don't want to think about something else," House told her gently, he didn't want her fainting again.
"What was that I saw?" Cuddy asked him hesitantly.
"She was on to what I was doing. She just thanked me," House said.
"Really?"
House sighed, "Really. She even asked about us, and the baby," he said with a soft smile.
Cuddy mentally slapped herself for misunderstanding the whole situation.
"Thank you and I'm sorry for overreacting. And thank you again for the desk," Cuddy said.
"It wasn't your fault, anyone who saw it would think the same. The desk was no biggie," House mumbled shyly.
"How'd you get it from my mom?" she asked him, very curious.
"I told her that I'm your boyfriend, you're pregnant, your office is being renovated, and I wanted to surprise you with the desk," House rapidly replied.
Cuddy's eyes grew wide, "YOU WHAT?!" she screeched.
"Whoa, there," House started, "I only told her about the renovation and us dating. Telling her about the pregnancy is entirely your call."
"Thank you," Cuddy said and kissed him quickly.
"Have you opened all drawers?" House asked her. Cuddy shook her head.
"I suggest you do," House said.
Cuddy went to her desk and sat down on her ergonomic chair. She started on the side drawers and then looked at him suspiciously when she saw nothing in them. When she reached the middle drawer, which was the biggest, she gasped and looked at him lovingly.
On the drawer was a single stemmed salmon colored rose on top of the tear shaped diamond necklace which was on the box, its upper cover open.
"You really mean it?" Cuddy asked him.
House walked towards her and knelt in front of her, "Cuddy, I told you before. I trust you. I also love you, okay? And I'm going to love the baby. So don't think otherwise. I also know you only have thighs for me," House said seriously and ended with a joke.
"I love you," Cuddy said with an ethereal smile and kissed him passionately.
When they pulled back, House took the necklace from its box and gestured for Cuddy to stand up and turn around. She complied and faced the desk, with House behind her.
He put the necklace on her and started kissing her neck. Cuddy moaned softly at the feel of his lips touching her skin.
"Remember what we did with this desk?" House asked her seductively.
"Study?" Cuddy replied innocently, knowing what they really did on it.
"Your anatomy?" House said as he started running his hands gently on her abdomen while his lips caressed her neck, her cheeks and her earlobe alternatively.
"Hmm…" Cuddy replied, "House," she huskily called his name.
"Hmm?" House asked as he continued kissing her.
"Hormones," she replied. She could feel House smile against her skin.
He pulled down her skirt's zipper and removed her underwear then started running his fingers through her curls, teasing her opening. She groaned when she felt the bulge in his pants grinding behind her. House then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants then shoved his pants and boxers down and released his now throbbing member. He teased Cuddy's clitoris before slipping his middle finger inside her, making her wetter than she already was.
"House, now," Cuddy said getting too aroused.
House quickly complied. He bent her forward on the desk, both her hands supporting her. House pulled out a drawer and placed her right foot on top of it to elevate her hips a bit. He groaned when Cuddy teased him by rubbing her ass on his shaft.
He angled her hips before slowly penetrating her. She gasped out in satisfaction and he started pumping into her carefully, not thrusting too deep. He was in fact, teasing her by giving her shallow thrusts, making her crave for more.
"House, don't do this," she husked out in frustration.
"Do what?" House asked her. He wanted an ego boost.
"Thrusting too shallow," she rasped out in between breaths.
"You want it like this?" House asked her, thrusting a bit deep in to her in a slick movement, hitting her spot.
"Yes, oh God, House, there!" she whispered. She may be passion, and lust-crazed, but she wasn't stupid enough to reveal to the world outside her office doors that she was currently having sex inside her office.
House repeated the action carefully, "You're so tight," House whispered as he slowly pulled out and reentered her.
"Don't stop," Cuddy said. House rubbed her clit, temporarily ignoring her breasts since he knew they were tender and he didn't want to hurt her.
"House, God, I need more," Cuddy begged. House complied and thrust a bit faster inside her and a bit deeper. He repeated the actions about five times before Cuddy came hard, clamping down on his member. House quickly came after her.
When they came down from their high, House zipped up Cuddy's skirt and then pulled up his pants and boxers.
"That was great," Cuddy said as she turned to him and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth as his did to hers.
"You called me God, I didn't know I was THAT good," House teased.
"Oh believe me, you are," Cuddy rode along, "God." Cuddy added, mocking him a bit. House just smirked at her then kissed her again.
That night, House and Cuddy celebrated Cuddy's birthday by eating out then making love around their house, trying out different positions around the house.
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