Guys don't worry, I'm not gonna leave the story without finishing it properly. I was having trouble with that little shitty computer that's all..
But.. I got my own computer back! :D Yay!
And for some reason, I'm happy :) So on with the chapter...

"House…"

Cuddy whispered and shook his arm slightly which were protectively wrapped around her swollen belly. It was the middle of the night and they were in their bed sleeping. Actually House was sleeping, but Cuddy was wide awake. She nudged him again.

"House?"

He snored loudly in return, tightening his grip around her small frame.

"House!"

Burying his head in her neck, he tried to avoid the sound that was interrupting his much needed sleep. He refused to answer. She elbowed him on the stomach this time, harsh.

"Ow!" he finally woke up with a sour expression on his face. "That's was violence!"

His first thought was that she had been hurt or there was something wrong with the baby, but he knew her more than that. She didn't seem to be any pain, besides she was looked pissed off. He then thought about if he caused it but he didn't seem to recall doing anything, so he settled on looking at her with a confused expression. "What's up?"

"I need peanut butter."

"What? Why?" he asked, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

"To eat." She explained like he was an idiot.

House smiled, she was craving. It was a sign of a healthy pregnancy.

"Sure, I'll go grab some." He said, about to leave the bed.

After a small pause, she spoke. "We don't have any left."

"No, there was some-"

"I ate it."

Sighing, House got up unwillingly and searched for his pants in the dark. "I'll go and buy some… if I can manage to drive the car."

Cuddy watched him put his clothes on with raised eyebrows. She wondered if he would get mad at the next part. Just as he was by the door, he heard her speak softly.

"I also want scrambled eggs."

"We've got eggs."

"They're regular."

House paused and turned to her. "Sorry, the market doesn't sell dragon eggs anymore."

"I want quail eggs."

"Quail? As in tiny bird quail?"

"Yeah…" she said, looking everywhere but his face.

"Cuddy, how am I supposed to find quail eggs at…" he paused to check his watch. "…3 am in the morning?"

When she didn't answer, he grabbed the door handle attempting to leave but was stopped again.

"And chocolate fudge ice cream!"

"You got a kid or a grinder in there?"

"House, please!"

"Fine." He said and walked out.

After searching for hours and ignoring the sharp pain in his thigh, he finally found a dark corner in Jersey who sold quail eggs in the middle of the night. Not even bothering the smile at the cashier, he quickly bagged his stuff and handed him his card.

He lifted his head slightly to catch the young man smirk at him.

"What!" he was losing his patience.

"Are you gonna eat all those?"

"No, I'm gonna hatch it and raise my own little birds." He snapped.

"Woah chillax dude." The cashier said.

"Then stop talking."

Smiling to himself, he handed him back his card. "Tell your pregnant wife I said hi."

"I won't." Grabbing the card from him, he got his bags and left the shop.

He got home, angry and tired. Closing the door harshly, not bothering to care if he woke the whole neighborhood up, he got to the kitchen and started making her eggs. He couldn't decide if she wanted the eggs with peanut butter or not, but then thought it would be too disgusting even for her. But then remembering the pickles with ketchup from the other day, he thought nothing would be too extreme for her. So he scooped some of the peanut butter and put it on the side of the plate.

Putting the plate on the on a tray, he walked over to the bedroom. When he got there, he saw her fallen asleep. He hesitated for a second; the last thing he wanted to do was waking her up. But the thought of her waking up all cranky in the morning didn't seem good to him at all.

So he sat down next to her on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder, gently.

"Cuddy?"

"Hmm?" she murmured without opening her eyes.

"I made your eggs."

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him then down to the tray on his lap. "What's that?"

"The stuff you call food."

Taking a one look at what's in front of her, she quickly averted her gaze and furrowed her brows. "Ew that's disgusting, I don't want that."

"But you said-"

"Get it away from me, I'm gonna be sick." And with that she turned to the other side.

Sighing he got up and slowly made his way to the kitchen in order to put the tray back. All that work was for nothing…

When he got back, he got under the covers trying hard not to wake her up. He glimpsed at the clock on his nightstand. 5.17 am.

Great…

Finally laying down, he closed his eyes trying to go back to sleep even though he knew it was no use. No matter what, he was going to have trouble at work tomorrow.

Putting a hand on his temple, he rubbed it gently tried to ease the stress. But then he felt her turn in her sleep and put her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hold me close." She whispered to him, half whining.

He felt all the tension in his body melt away. Wrapping an arm around her, he did what she asked for without a second thought. Glimpsing down at her stomach, he rubbed it gently and closed his eyes. It was all worth it.

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