Author's Note: Okay, I know I said Tuesday but my little sister got sick. And by sick, I mean nasty, projectile, smell like rotten tuna puking sick. She just now got better and I am so grateful for that. The house smelled like a hospital room and I totally hate that smell. It reminds me of death.

But, this chapter (this second to last chapter) is about life. It is time for Gregory to arrive! The epilogue should be up by the end of the day due to all the free time on my hands. Thank God for Holiday Break!

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

She was mopping the floor.

Mopping was her favorite chore. It was nice to visibly see progress and the motion was excellent for her constantly aching back. Gregory had been restless, lately, probably due to shrinking space within her.

Her due date had come and gone but Lisa wasn't worried. Cuddy babies always came late and Paula had promised to induce by Thursday, 2 days from then. By this time next week, she'd be holding their baby in her arms. She was so excited!

Her cell phone went off and she smiled. James called every hour on the hour to check in with her, to make sure she was okay.

"Hi, honey." she greeted cheerfully.

"Everything okay? Does your back still hurt?"

"Mm-hm. I just finished mopping so I'm probably going to lay down for a bit. After all, I- ow!"

A jolt of pain went through her and nearly sent her to the floor. Lisa gripped the counter as it raged through her, her lower abdomen clenching and spasming. She tried to talk but all that could come out were noises of pain.

"Lisa? Lisa, baby, talk to me."

"James, I think I'm in labor. Real labor and oh, my god…"

Joining the pine scented water on the floor was fluid from within her.

Her water had just broken.

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He sprinted down the stairs, heading for the ER and his Lisa.

Her water had broken. Gregory was coming. He was going to be a father! Oh, god…

Wilson brutally cast aside the fear and focused. Lisa would need him. He couldn't afford to freak out now. Skidding to a stop outside the entrance, he could hear her sobbing screams, sending pain through him. He hated it when Lisa was hurting…

"Where's my husband?! I want my husband!"

James hurried in and found her. Tears were pouring from her eyes and she was biting her lower lip. The nurses and orderlies were swarming over her, getting her in a gown. Coming to her, he hugged her, feeling tears sting his eyes as she yelled in agony.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"

"It…it's okay. I knew i-it would hurt. God, James, it hurts!" she whimpered.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then faced the nurses.

"Get her an epidural and page Dr. Giovanni. I'll be there shortly." he ordered, sending them back into motion.

"Where are you going? James, I can't do this by myself!" she asked frantically before hissing, another contraction surging through her.

"I just need to put on some scrubs. After all, you don't Gregory's eyes to be damaged by my tie, do you?" he replied wryly.

A teary smile curved her lips and he pressed a hand to her bump before hurrying out.

He was going to be a father by the end of the day.

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"Lisa's in labor. She's asking for us."

He followed Allison as she darted through the halls, Mia securely on her hip. They had both heard Lisa arrive and had changed into scrubs, knowing that they'd be summoned. As they got to Maternity, House could hear her screams, not of pain but of rage.

"…fucking dare you?! Get the hell out of my room, NOW!"

House rolled his eyes as a swarm of bystanders fled and Allison made a noise of disgust. You think they would've learned their lesson from last time…

Jimmy stuck his head out and waved at them, gesturing for them to come in. He took Mia with a small smile, cooing at her as usual. She cooed back and took his pinky, looking every bit the besotted goddaughter. A small smile tugged at House's own lips, mirrored by Al's.

"Your playmate's almost here, Mia-girl."

"Are they here yet?"

He nodded and moved aside, letting them pass into the spacious room. Al immediately went to Lisa's side, hugging her and drawing her hair up in a big white clip.

"There's nothing worse than getting a mouthful of hair while pushing out a kid…well, that and having to do it in front a bunch of gawking asshats."

"Ugh, I know. God, Allie. This is special. It shouldn't be anyone's entertainment."

"You should've thrown the fucking bedpan at them." Greg grumbled, incensed on her behalf.

"I fucking did." Lisa replied with pride, pointing the shattered ceramic near the wall.

"And she almost hit me.", Jimmy grumbled, sending Al into giggles.

"I knew you'd move in time. And even if you didn't…well, this is your fault. You did this to me."

"It was your idea!" Jimmy protested.

"You went along with my idea." Lisa pointed out with logic worthy of a Vulcan.

"Well, I…well you…damn it!"

House grinned and took Mia out of his arms, the perfect one liner ready to go.

"You just got pwned, Jimbo."

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Lisa felt like she was going to die. Pain racked every inch of her form but she didn't want to give up. She wanted…needed to push their baby out. She wanted to meet him. She wanted to hold him.

"You're doing so good, honey. Keep going. I'm here for you."

"Push, Lisa! Push hard!"

A loud, agonized yell escaped as she pushed and pushed, feeling something pass through her with a deep burn before slumping back against the pillows, exhausted.

There was a choke and then the loud, angry wails of an awakened baby filled the room.

"Oh, he's beautiful! Lisa…"

Sitting up, she saw a bundle being brought over by the sole nurse she had allowed in.

Gregory James was beautiful, 9 pounds and 10 ounces of beauty. He was looking at her with one blue eye and one amber, the same amber of his father. She could James' strong brow and jaw but her nose and lips. He was a milky pale angel, her milky pale little angel.

"Hi, Gregory."

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"Look."

Mia was gently touching Gregory's face, lifted up by her momma so she could reach.

When she got to his lips, Gregory latched on and suckled, causing the 10 month old to giggle. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

House smiled and lightly slugged his buddy in the arm.

"We did good, Jimbo."

"Yeah. Yeah, we did." Wilson replied softly, smiling like a loon at his family.

House didn't mock him. He knew the feeling.

He knew what it was like to finally have all the pieces of life fitting together.

It felt fucking awesome.