A/N: Sorry this is late, but I seem to have hit a bit of writer's block. I'm sure my muse will return soon, so please bear with me until she does.
Disclaimer: Don't Own, etc., Except for OCs
Cuddy, House, Rachael and Catia arrived a little after five. Wilson made sure that he was not alone with House so that House wouldn't bug him trying to find out anything that happened that afternoon when he and Andie were alone. Since House was the opposite of discretion, Wilson was sure he would say something to Andie. Wilson didn't want Andie to think that he was bragging to House as though Andie were just another notch on his belt. Even though he had only known her for two weeks, she already meant a great deal to him.
After they finished dinner, the girls went to Catia's room to play while the adults sat around the table talking.
"Your amnio is next week, right?" Andie asked. "When do you get results?"
"In about two weeks," Cuddy replied.
"Wow, that's a long time to wait," Andie responded. "Well, good luck."
"Thanks," Cuddy replied.
"How is the wedding planning going?" Andie asked.
"Cuddy decided she isn't going to invite her mother or her sister and her family," House said, unable to avoid displaying his delight.
"Interesting," Andie stated. "How's that going to work with your dad? Are you going to send the invitation only to him? And fill out the number of guests as one before you send it?"
"Well, since the wedding is small and we don't have a lot of time, we won't be sending out any formal invitations. We'll probably just call people or ask them in person." Cuddy replied. "But, yeah, that will be an interesting conversation with my dad."
"Do you think he'll actually attend?" Wilson asked.
"Only if he wants to sleep with one eye open for the rest of his life," House commented.
"Yeah, it is pretty unlikely, and I'm sorry about that," Cuddy said, "But I just can't have my mother come and snipe through the whole thing."
"You know you don't have to explain to me about dealing with a difficult mom," Andie said sympathetically. "What about the rest of the arrangements?"
"Well, I'll be home a couple of days after the amnio, so I hope I can get on-line and on the phone and get a lot of it done," Cuddy replied.
"If you need any help dress shopping, let me know," Andie said.
"Well, that may be a challenge, since I will be quite pregnant by the time of the wedding," Cuddy responded.
"I had a colleague in my department get married when she was about seven months, and she found a decent-looking dress. I'll ask her where she got it," Andie stated.
"Just no white," House interjected, expressing his first wedding-related opinion of the evening. "It's a little too hillbilly with a largely pregnant bride, and we don't want Cuddy to look like a whale."
"Thanks," Cuddy responded sarcastically. "I could always wear black. It's slimming, and it's the color of mourning."
"Sounds like the wedding will be a blast," Andie joked. "Are you going to write your own vows?"
"I wouldn't recommend it," Wilson stated. "I did that for all three of my marriages, and after all those expressions of undying love and forever, none of them lasted for more than four years."
"That must be really embarrassing when you watch the wedding videos," Andie said.
"I don't actually know what happened to any of those," Wilson responded.
"I'm sure your ex-wives and their new husbands and/or boyfriends have spent many enjoyable hours laughing at them," House replied.
"My ex and I didn't write our own vows," Andie stated. "So, I'm pretty sure that whether you write them or not doesn't really determine if you stay together."
"I'm game if you are, Cuddy," House said.
"Okay," Cuddy responded, wondering what she was getting herself into.
It was getting late, and Cuddy wanted to get Rachael into bed at a reasonable hour. They returned home and Rachael went to bed.
"Do you think Wilson will spend the night with her or not?" House asked Cuddy.
"You know, for two heterosexual men, you are worse gossips than any ten women I know," Cuddy snarked.
"Hey, we're just a couple of sensitive guys in touch with our feelings," House said in a mocking tone. "You didn't answer the question."
"I don't care," Cuddy replied. "As long as whatever they do makes them happy."
"You know what would make me happy?" House asked. "Seeing you naked would be a good start."
"I think the bedroom is this way," Cuddy indicated as she walked toward the back left corner of their home.
House followed her as quickly as he could. He'd been thinking about having sex with her all day, thwarted by the presence of the two young girls. "Remind me not to agree to watch anyone's kid again," he said as he closed and locked the bedroom door.
"Well, it's not like we would be doing it in every room in the place with Rachael here," Cuddy reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah," House reluctantly agreed. "The naked part . . . "
Cuddy began by removing her shirt. She had been forced to buy a new set of bras because she had grown a full cup size. House, of course, had no complaints about that. Her baby bump had grown into a half-ball. It hadn't really popped yet, and she could still disguise it (sort of) with a strategically placed jacket or loose sweater, but her lower back was starting to hurt, especially when she was on her feet for long periods of time.
House surveyed her, taking in every detail. He walked over to her and quickly removed her bra. Her nipples were getting larger, even without any stimulation. House smiled with approval and began to caress them. They were so acutely sensitive that they became hard at the slightest touch. "Mmm," Cuddy murmured.
House removed her pants and panties quickly. He sat on the bed and looked at her closely. She had become much more curvaceous and soft. House had seen plenty of pregnant women during his medical career, and they had all seemed pretty much like amorphous blobs to him. Cuddy was so very different. Her full breasts resting on top of a small, curved belly, and the exquisite curve of her back leading to the roundest, most beautiful ass he had ever seen. His fingers twitched with wanting to touch her. "Get over here," he commanded, unable to mask the lust in his voice.
She willingly complied, making her way to the bed and adding a little extra sway with her hips. She could see how much he wanted her, and she wanted him at least as much, if not more.
She stretched across the bed and he began to caress her. It almost didn't matter where. Every part of her felt alive to his touch, and it made him feel alive, too. His long fingers moved through her hair, touched her face, and stroked her neck and shoulders. He felt the curve of her back. He lingered when he reached her ass, kneading it gently.
He ran one hand along the back of each of her legs, and drew his fingers lightly on the soles of her feet. As he knew she would, she found this both ticklish and erotic, and gave him a throaty, almost unbearably sexy laugh. He laced his fingers between her toes and kissed the both the bottoms and the tops of her feet. She moaned and he knew she was ready for him. Reaching up to touch her, he felt her unbelievable hot, sweet wetness.
"Just a little taste," he said almost more to himself than to her. His tongue licked every centimeter of her lips, dipping inside her when he felt the need. Finally his tongue found her clit. He knew if wouldn't take much stimulation to send her hormone-filled body over the edge, and he wanted to be inside her when that happened, so he had to be careful.
After a few feather-soft licks, he knew she was so very close. He stopped. She almost let her displeasure be known, but she wanted him inside of her so much, she bit her tongue and waited. As his penis touched her opening, she almost came, but she took several deep breaths and was able to hold off. He moved achingly slowly, easing himself into her. He only had to thrust a few times and they both came, each overtaken by near-convulsive shaking. After their release, they were lying next to each other, with their bodies touching as completely as they could. Cuddy began to giggle. With her belly resting against his, House felt the same thing she did and involuntarily smiled. The baby seemed to be responding to their activities with rolling and kicking.
"This kid has to be a boy," House said.
"Why?" Cuddy asked.
"Because he responds to a very satisfied woman reacting all around him," House replied with an evil grin.
"I just hope both of you can sleep and give me a little peace," Cuddy wished.
After the baby settled down a little, Cuddy fell into a deep, contented sleep. House stayed awake a little longer, holding Cuddy in his arms. He looked over Cuddy's shoulder and noticed the clock on her nightstand said 1:30. He was sure he hadn't heard Wilson leave next door. He fell asleep smiling for himself and his best friend.