So I don't hate Cuddy after all... No shit! I love her... the only thing I love more than her is the banter between her and House, duh! So yeah, a lot of you asked about how much House spent on Cuddy's clothes and really it's not relevant...the point is House doesn't like to share his things and I would think money is one of those things so the small fact that he's doing this for her should be a sign of like the apocalypse ot something! Make up whatever number you want of how much money House spent on Cuddy! Go ahead any numer you like--bet it won't make a difference... okay so i'm done typing and as usual read, review and enjoy! Or i'll stop posting!!! no im just kidding, but don't tempt me either dammit!!!

~Dr. McCaney

Chapter 37- Feed The Spawn, Noise Be Gone

House and Cuddy were finally done making trips back and forth to her car when they both plopped down onto the couch.

"House?" Cuddy asked.

"Hmmm?" House drawled as he dropped his head on the back of the couch.

"Where am I going to put all this stuff?" Cuddy asked as she looked around the living room, where dozens and dozens of bags littered the floor, tables and chairs. She quirked an eyebrow at House.

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"This," Cuddy said as she shoved all of House's clothes to one side of the closet, "is my side. That's yours."

"We gonna split this entire apartment in half?" House asked from in the bathroom, staring in horror at the box of tampons and Gillette razors that resided in the left half of his bathroom cabinet.

"That sounds about right," Cuddy said as she proceeded to hang her clothes up in his bedroom closet, "Unless you have any other ideas."

House silently mocked her behind her head.

"I see you," Cuddy said as she neatly put her newly acquired stiletto heels on the closet floor.

"So," House said as he stuck his tongue out at her, "And I'm hungry."

"So," Cuddy mocked him this time, "Go make yourself something to eat."

House plopped on the bed, "Is that anyway to treat anyone who is being as hospitable as I am?"

"If it were any other person, no, but because of the simple fact that it's you, yes," Cuddy stated matter-of-factly.

House glared at the back of her head, "Shall we go over all of the most gracious things I have done for you in the past month?"

Cuddy stopped what she was doing, looked up at the ceiling and blew out a breath of air, she had to hear this.

"I got you pregnant with, not only one, but two spawns--" he was going to continue but Cuddy cut him off.

"That wasn't on purpose," Cuddy chided, "That was ultimately done for sex in your favor!"

"Yeah, but you enjoyed it," House replied, "Now let me finish… I got you a place to stay when you needed it-" he was cut off once more.

"Well I'm carrying your children," Cuddy defended, "What kind of cold-hearted bastard let's the mother of his children go homeless?"

"Plenty of men do that," House replied.

"Well as soon as Wilson comes from the conference I'll stay with him."

"No you won't," House added, "You're gonna need me when those pregnancy hormones kick in and you're wanting sex every hour on the hour."

Cuddy rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Never gonna happen. What is the purpose of this, House? What, are we keeping score now?"

"No, I just wanted to know what I got in exchange for my generosity," House said innocently.

Cuddy was becoming frustrated at this point. 'She'd given him his damn job! The exact same job he'd probably go insane without. Who was he to start keeping score? What had he done for her in her life besides in the last month?' Cuddy thought bitterly to herself. Then she realized, he had brought in many donations to the hospital. But he also lost as many donations as he had gained. Then again he was apart of the reason that her hospital was the best in the state. And he had saved many lives that would've other wise been lost. She sighed and rubbed at her forehead.

"What are your conditions?" She honestly couldn't believe he was doing this.

House smirked at the back of her head, "I knew you'd see things my way."

"Don't push it," Cuddy ground out.

"Oh, after the next seven months I think you'll be doing enough pushing for the both of us," House quipped.

"Just name your damn conditions!" Cuddy spat.

"Alright, alright jeez, Cuddles," House said, "Don't have my kids." He burst out in laughter. "You get it? You see what I did there? Instead of don't have a cow, don't have my kids?! That's hilari-"

"House!" Cuddy shouted.

"Sorry," House immediately stopped his laughter. "Condition number one, I want you to make me a sandwich."

"A sandwich?" Cuddy asked, "One sandwich?"

"Yes," House answered simply, "Condition number two, I want to have sex at least once a week and at most twenty times."

"No," Cuddy said flatly.

"Worth a try," House mumbled to himself. "Condition number two-2.0, I want you to sleep in my bed…with me."

Cuddy furrowed her brow and started to protest, but House cut her off.

"Not for sex," he stated, "…but I get lonely sometimes." It wasn't a total lie, but if he got Cuddy into his bed there was more of a possibility of them sleeping together.

"Is that all?" Cuddy asked irritably.

"Yes," House said firmly.

"Fine," Cuddy huffed as she stood from the floor and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

House watched her ass as she exited his…their bedroom.

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House was already in bed in the semi-darkened bedroom when Cuddy came out of the bathroom. Whether he was sleep or not was totally beyond her, but she stood in the doorway in her flannel pajama pants and tank for what seemed like an eternity. Spirit and Shadow slept contently on the floor next to the bed.

She realized she wasn't capable of sleeping while standing up and slowly made her way towards the bed. Once she was standing next to it, she warily lifted the covers and was grateful to find that House, too, was in flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She slowly lowered herself into a sitting position on the bed as not to wake him and swept her hair up into a loose, messy ponytail. She could hear the soft snores emanating from the back of his throat, which was confirmation that he was indeed asleep. After turning off the lamp on the table beside the bed, she scooted herself down so that she was lying on her back. Her hands subconsciously went to her belly and she lazily drew tiny circles on it. She froze when she felt House shift and turn so that he was facing her. His hand coincidentally landed on her stomach and she gently placed her hand over his and slid her head towards his. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips, she mumbled a quiet and shy 'thank you' before dozing off.

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House only briefly registered a sound of loud grumbling in his sleep, but shook it off and rolled over where he continued into his dreams. It only took a couple of minutes for the sounds to come back. Slightly annoyed at whatever it was that was keeping him from sleeping, he blearily opened his eyes and looked around the room. The first thing House noticed was his alarm clock, which brightly read 12:36 p.m. The noise sounded again and he whipped his head in the offending direction. The culprit was none other than Cuddy's stomach. House rubbed an exhausted hand over his face. Gently grabbing her arm, he began to shake her.

"Cuddy," House tried. Nothing. He shook her harder. "Cuddy." Still nothing. He called her slightly louder and she slowly opened her eyes and swatted at his hands.

"What?" She mumbled incoherently.

"Go get something to eat," he said as he rolled over and closed his eyes, "my spawns are starving."

"What are you-" but she was cut off by the loud rumbling of her stomach. She blushed and sat up. She was surprised when she wasn't struck with a bout of dizziness and moved to stand on her feet. Making her way towards the kitchen, she realized that she was nothing short of thoroughly rested and the prospect of crawling back into bed with House made her scarf down her food in record timing.

She climbed back into the bed, getting as close to House as she could without touching him and sighed as she slid back into unconsciousness.