Author's Note: WOW! Over 100 reviews! That definitely deserves a quick new chapter even if it's shorter than usual. You are the best!

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"She was totally flirting with you!" Allison declared in frustration. "You can't possibly be actually considering hiring her!"

"Why not? Because you're jealous? Not a very professional reason for passing on her, is it?" House sneered.

Allison drew a deep breath and counted to ten. It was their third fight in a week and it was now obvious that House was picking them deliberately. Well she wasn't going to get drawn in this time.

"You're right," she admitted. "If you like her, offer her the position."

That took the wind out of his sails. He had no intentions of hiring the young vascular surgeon who had come onto him in what had to be the most bizarre interview in his career. But for some perverse reason he'd wanted to piss off Allison. Just like he'd done when she'd come home from shopping last week-end and he'd seen the bill, and when she'd burnt dinner because she'd fallen asleep and he'd told her that his Uncle Larry was more domestic than she was.

He supposed that it didn't take a psychologist to figure out that he was pushing her away again. Ever since her father had left he'd become more and more anxious about the whole fatherhood gig, and seeing Allison actually in maternity clothes was just bringing the reality home to him on a daily basis. Some small part of him had decided she and the baby would be better off without him.

Problem was the rest of him knew that was rubbish, and that he definitely couldn't get along without her, so he was frustrated, which of course he took out on Allison who had done nothing at all to deserve it.

Luckily Allison was starting to catch on to what the problem was. Since House's mood had started somewhere in the period between her father's visit and her transition to maternity clothes it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. However how to handle the problem was another matter completely. She figured she could ignore it and go back to downplaying the whole pregnancy/baby thing until he relaxed, or deal with the problem head-on. Up until now the first method had been working well, but her instincts were telling her it was time to change tactics.

Later that evening as she sat reading and House watched TV the baby gave her a perfect opportunity. Up until now, the most she'd been able to feel were some strong flutters, but over the last two days there had been an occasional kick strong enough to stop and notice. Of course House was nowhere around during either of the occurrences. Now however he was within arm's reach and his son or daughter was seemingly doing the Macarena.

She reached over and placed her hand on his arm. "Greg, give me your hand," she requested.

Still absorbed in the game he was watching he did so without question, only looking over at her in confusion when she pressed it to her stomach. A moment later his eyes widened and a smile flickered over his features.

"Definitely going to be a Lacrosse player," he murmured in approval. Then he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm really going to be a father aren't I?"

"Unless you plan on running for the hills, I don't see how you are going to avoid it," Allison teased. But there was an undertone of seriousness in her statement that House did not miss.

"Contrary to my terrible behavior of the past week, I am not going anywhere," he assured her.

Allison nodded. She'd known that deep down. "I get scared too sometimes," she admitted.

"Who said anything about being scared?" he huffed.

"Ok, worried," she amended. "And besides the big looming worries that the baby will be healthy and I will be a good mother, there are all the 'little' concerns. Like where the heck is this kid going to sleep, and what day care are we going to use?"

"We need to start making some decisions, don't we?" House sighed.

"I'm afraid so," she replied. "Because this baby arrives in less than five months whether we are ready or not."

"Ok, we should tackle the two you mentioned first. PPTH has a day care center, so you check into that tomorrow. I'm going to get a real estate agent to help us find a place to live," he suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed. "Now after all the fights you picked this last week I think you owe me an evening of pampering and great make-up sex," she pointed out.

"I believe you are correct," Greg said with a gleam in his eye as he leaned in to kiss her.

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A week later James Wilson finally caught up with House to get an update on what had been going on in his life.

"Well, I finally found the third member of our team," House reported. "We only went through a total of seventeen candidates. I must be slipping. Last time it took me twenty six to put a team together."

"Last time you had to hire three," James pointed out.

"True, so I'm not far off my average," Greg said mentally trying to verify the math.

"So who is the new addition?" Wilson asked.

"Larry Shulman, Jewish Neurologist," House summarized.

"Interesting," Wilson commented.

"Yes he is," House agreed.

"So when do they start, Monday?" Wilson inquired.

"Yeah. Allison is looking for a case for us to take so we can hit the ground running," House nodded.

"Speaking of the lovely Allison, she is positively glowing. I'm assuming everything is going well with the pregnancy," Wilson observed.

"Yep. Her blood pressure has stayed down, she's eating for two, and the baby is kicking up a storm," House confirmed and couldn't hold back a grin.

"Damn it, House. You actually look happy too," Wilson teased.

"Crap. I'll need to work on that," House replied. "By the way, we bought a house," he told his friend timing the statement carefully.

James Wilson did a perfect spit take. "You what?"

"We bought a house, in Princeton, just north of here off Walnut," Greg clarified.

"Together? Isn't that a bit of a commitment?" Wilson asked with a pleased glint in eye.

"No more that having a baby together," House protested.

"Oh, you are such a hypocrite. Why don't you just put a ring on that girl's finger?" Wilson chuckled shaking his head.

House suddenly realized he had no answer for that question.

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TBC