PART 6

Allison stood in the personal section of the grocery store just staring at the boxes in front of her. She really wasn't sick now. It was just her imagination. What was she doing here? She tried to walk away only to turn around and grab a box and hurry to the self check out. She rung up her purchases, ginger ale, crackers, cereal, yogurt and one home pregnancy test.

She moaned to herself, this can't be happening. Not now. It was just nerves and stress. She told herself again. When she got to the car, she shoved it into her purse, away from prying male eyes.

The drive home seemed long, and the weight on her chest only increased with each passing minute. What was she going to do? She already knew she was pregnant, she just knew it. The test was just a visual, to tell the brain what the body already knew. After this, there would be no denying it. She would have to face it, face House and Wilson, face herself and her parents. God, sometimes life just sucked.

When Allison got home, the men were engrossed in the game. House and Wilson were pretty drunk, but Foreman was drinking soda. He had to drive and most likely pick up House's slack tomorrow. During the next commercial break Greg came in for a beer and another bag of chips, "How's my baby?"

She froze. "What?"

"My baby, my car. How is she? You didn't scratch her or anything?" He was looking at her weird, trying to work out her reaction, but the beer had fogged his brain and dulled his normal sharp thinking.

Cameron had to fight down the bubble of hysterical laughter that threatened to erupt from her. "Fine House. I would never hurt your baby." She walked over to him and hugged him. She needed to feel his closeness, smell his skin. What was she doing to do if she ever lost him?"

House wrapped his strong arms around her and held her to him. He wasn't sure what her problem was, what was causing her to be so jumpy, but he was enjoying her body next to his. He lowered his head and placed a kiss in her hair. She sighed.

"Hey House, how about those beers." Wilson yelled. House growled and released her.

"I'm going to take a bath," she told him as she walked away.

He watched her go, noticing the sway of her hips and noticed the droop in her shoulders. Something was on her mind, but he wouldn't force her to talk about it. She would come to him when she was ready.

Allison ran a warm bath. She usually liked them so they removed flesh, but if she truly was pregnant, it wouldn't be good for the baby. Her hands trembled as she opened the box and unwrapped the stick. She stared at it, willing it to prove her wrong. She would know in three minutes.

She walked away from it, unable to bear the wait. She gathered up her pajamas and turned the bed down. Unable to put it off any longer, she walked back into the bathroom. One last look at the box, to make sure she knew the difference between positive and negative results. She knew the difference, it was burned into her brain. Taking a shaky breath she picked up the stick.

She looked at it, waited for her eyes to adjust. She blinked, clearing her vision. No it remained the same. Her hand was shanking now, she couldn't really make it out. Perhaps if she put it down, then she could read it right. No, it remained the same... POSITIVE.

The tears came then and she allowed them. Tears for her, for House and Wilson. Tears for what they had, what she was sure would change now, probably for the worst. Tears for her love for House. She was almost sure he would leave. Not Wilson, he would stick by her, do the right thing, but House would not be able to deal with it.

Tears for the baby. One conceived in love, but still by accident. She was on the four month pill, how did this happen? She would love it, she already did, but what about his or her's father? Should she find out who it was? Would it matter?

What about her parents. How could she face them? Tell them that their first grandchild was a bastard and she wasn't sure who it's father was. Oh God. This was going to kill her father and break her mother's heart.

She slipped from the edge of the tub into the warm water and sobbed quietly. She couldn't face anyone. She just wanted to hide in the bathroom for the rest of her life. She sobbed until the water grew cold and her eyes were puffy. She was spent, no more tears would fall. Time to end the self pity and face life, what ever it may bring.

The house was dark, Eric had left and House and Wilson were making love on the couch. She drew a shaking breath as she watched them. They were so beautiful together, their love for one another obvious, deep and true. In that moment she felt like an outsider, for the fist time in almost four months she felt she was intruding on them. She quietly turned and went to bed, alone.

She woke up in the morning, House's arm wrapped around her. His hand spanned over her stomach. It was then she noticed the slight swell of it. How could she have missed that? Allison untangled herself from him and headed to the shower.

She met James in the hallway, he was dressed and ready to head out the door. He usually always woke up earlier then she and House. "How you feeling," she teased him.

"Well, I'm a thousand dollars richer and I'm hung over. Also slightly sore, I think House was a little aggressive last night.

"Oh yea, you seem so upset by it." He got a glint in his eye and she laughed. "You like it when he is dominate. You can't lie to me. I saw the two of you last night, you were having the time of your life." He looked slightly guilty at that and she told him, "Don't worry about it Jim. Sometimes you just need him to yourself. Just like I do with you and him." She kissed him, a long slow good bye kiss. "Have a good day at work, sweetheart."

She watched him pull out of the driveway then headed to the kitchen. She gripped the sink as a wave of nausea hit her. Taking a few deep breaths she willed herself from throwing up. Shit! She thought. She knew he was behind her.

House stood there for a few moments, letting her collect herself before he spoke. He walked up behind her, his body pressing into her, scattering her thoughts. "How far along are you?" He asked her gently. More gently that she had ever expected.

She thought about denying it, but she knew it was futile, he would know and what was the sense anyway? "I don't know," she whispered before she let out a sob.

"When did you find out?"

"Last night." She couldn't face him, couldn't see a look of censure in his eyes. She stared down in to the sink. "How did you figure it out?"

"I'm a doctor Allie and even if I weren't the signs were there. Extreme emotions, mood swings, nausea, wight gain." he said as he slid a hand around her and cupped the slight swell of her abdomen.

She broke and started to sob. "I'm sorry Greg. I don't know how this happened. You probably hate me, I can't deal with that. Not now, so what ever you have to say, it is going to have to wait. If you are going to leave, don't drag it out, just go and I will raise the baby myself."

"I'm not going anywhere Allison." He sighed, turning her around and pulling her to him. "Look at me," He lifted her chin with his fingers, still she wouldn't meet his eyes. "Hey, look at me," she did, "We will figure this out. The three of us. You are not alone in this Allison."

"Greg," she said as tears rolled down her face, "Make love to me. I need to feel something real. I need to know you are still here. I'm so scared."

House cupped her face and brushed her tears away with his thumbs. He kissed her then, slow and deep. A kiss full of love and promise of a future together. She clung to him, afraid to let go, afraid that if she did, he would run.

Allison found herself in her bedroom with no idea how she got there. Greg was kissing her, slowly removing her clothes. His touch was gentle as always but something was different. The heat was rising between them, the need to join their bodies, but still he caressed her. Kissing every inch, his fingers tracing every line. His mouth hovered over her tummy and he looked up at her. Their eyes locked and he lowered his mouth to the slight swell. At the touch of his lips, she shivered and felt tears sting her eyes again.

Retracing a path up to her, he lingered on her breasts, slowly suckling and kneading the soft flesh. He slid an arm behind her and pulled her close to him, as he slowly entered her. There was no rush, just a deep, long stroke. He filled her, waiting for her to stretch to accommodate his size. He began to move, making slow gentle love to her. He wrapped them both up in the magic of the moment, every kiss, every touch perfect. Time seemed to stand still for them, the world outside slipped away. It was only the two of them. When they came together, it was a deep, strong satisfying sensation, the aftershocks almost as strong as the orgasm themselves.

Allison snuggled up into the crock of House's shoulder and dozed off. He lay there sorting it all out. What to do now. He needed to talk to Wilson. His heart turned over at the sight of her beside him. Her long, chestnut hair spilling around her head, over the pillow to tease his arm. The sensation slightly erotic. Sighing he slipped out of bed and got dressed. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. He was sure she was asleep so he whispered, "I love you Allie." And turned and walked away. He never saw the slight smile that touched her lips.

"I love you too, Greg." She muttered when walked out of the room.