House-of-insanity: House proposing to you, interesting plot twist…but no.
Randa05: Ok I'm not sure exactly how sick I'm going to make Angie, but I can tell you she probably won't die…if that helps.
Cavechick: Sammie crazy! LOL, ok we'll just say they've been dating steady since the last story; it talks a little bit more about the relationship in this one.
Mollisk & Nikelodean: Indeed, Angela is great! She has some wicked comments sometimes!
Chapter: 2. Little Bombshells
Now I cannot speakI lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
-Redundant, Green Day
"I've got it!" She screeched to her uncle, far louder than necessary. Seeing who was before her, upon opening the door, Angela had formed a puzzled look on her face. "Hey, Al, what on Earth are you doing ringing the doorbell? You realize you live here, right?
"Yeah I-I don't think I want to come in just yet…and, I wanted to talk to you, actually." Cameron answered, fumbling with her words. She appeared to be shaking ever so slightly; she fidgeted with her hands and look like she had been crying.
"Yeah, of course, ok, let's step outside for a while and we can talk." Angle grabbed her sweater, from the armrest of a nearby chair and walked outside. She put on the sweater, not bothering with the zipper, she gently took Cameron by the elbow and steered her to the sidewalk, slowly strolling down the street. "Ok, so talk to me, what's going on, why don't you want to go home?"
Allison Cameron slowed her pace greatly, but didn't stop, "it's not that I don't want to go home…it's just…not yet, I need to think about some things and like I said I wanted to talk to you."
"Alright, talk to me." Angie said, between coughs.
"Are you ok?" Allison said concerned, resting a sympathetic hand on Angie's shoulder.
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine, but your not, so talk to me." Angie stated calmly, urging Cameron to continue.
Cameron brought both hands down to her sides, swinging her arms gently in order to distract herself from her nerves. She drew in an unsteady breath, "I'm pregnant."
Angela stopped dead, her expression blank, "Oooh…huh?"
"I'm pregnant!" Cameron said louder and hopefully clearer.
"Right, ok…and it's definitely…but your not going to…and you've…" Angela tried to say; for the first time she wasn't really sure what to say.
"It's Greg's, I'm definitely keeping it and I haven't been to the doctor's yet." Cameron quickly said, happy to get it all out.
"Oh." Angie giggled; she started laughing and kept on laughing until Cameron stopped her.
"What? What is so funny about that?" Cameron snapped slightly irritated that she was laughing at her and her situation.
"Greg, Later on he'll have to deal with the hormones, mood swings and cravings, he'll go insane." She explained linking arms with Allison swinging around, walking back to the house.
"I'm not sure when to tell him, I mean when's a good time to tell someone something like this?" The ladies dropped their arms, and Cameron looked down at her feet as she walked.
"Anytime after tonight should be fine. You should probably wait a few days, until your used to the idea yourself."
"Right, that seems smart." Cameron nodded.
"Duh it's smart, I said it after all! So when did you find out, for sure that you were pregnant?" Angie was smiling now, this would be good, she'd finally have a cousin and watching her uncle Greg go crazy would be pretty entertaining too.
"Today, at work, I had to run some tests, as usual, and…decided to run one more. After I found out I talked to Cuddy, she's the only one that knows." She said answering Angie's curious question. It felt really good to talk about this with someone, since she learned the news she had been uneasy and nervous.
"Okay lady, we're back now and your eyes are all pink and you look funny, and you're going out to dinner so you got to look good, so let's go pretty you up." Angie stated very chipper, but very insistent, pushing Cameron towards her car. She seated her in the passengers seat, grabbed make-up from Cameron's purse and dropped it in her lap. Allison applied her make-up, fixed her hair and Angie told her she looked quite lovely.
"I oughta go get Greg, just wait here, I'll get him and than you can go." Angela skipped on over to the house, walked to Greg's bedroom and knocked loudly on the door.
"Huh, who's that?" Greg grunted, he sounded startled like the knocking woke him up.
"It's your niece, stupid!"
"Oh…you can come in."
She entered carefully, noticing that House was sitting up in bed wearing his dress clothes.
"Just sitting up contemplating the meaning of the term 'dress'? Oh Greg you fell asleep and now there are little wrinkles on the back of your shirt! And tuck in your shirt, what are you, a hobo?"
"You know I'd be sarcastic and jokingly call you my mother, but you're far worse than she is!" House called out to her, gingerly putting on his shoes.
"You be good and nice or I'll call grandma and tell on you! She probably doesn't even know you're proposing, she'd love to here about that!" She smiled a wicked smile.
"Ok, ok! I surrender, I'm at your mercy." He had both shoes on now, and had thrown both hands in the air in a melodramatic fashion, than reached over for his cane.
"Good that's what I like to hear, but your cute little date's out front so go and surrender to her."
"Ok I'm going, but you're staying here to do the thing, with the thing, for the thing…right?" House narrowed his eyes, speaking about his stealthy scheme.
"Not quite, you're going to dinner, you'll talk, tell her how you love her, I'll be here making dessert and then I'll go home, you'll come back serve the dessert and propose."
"That's exactly what I said."
"Yeah, but the way you said it made it sound like some conspiracy."
He cocked his head to the side, "it's not?" He turned and hobbled down the hall and out the door.
"You're hopeless!" Angela hollered after him.
At the restaurant the hostess took them to their reserved table and told them their waiter would be out soon. House leaned over and pulled out the chair for Cameron to sit down. She was surprised, but pleasantly surprised. A tall, polite waiter came to take their drink orders, and very soon delivered the drinks and took the meal order. House knowing the food would take much longer than the drink decided this was a good opening to start his speech.
"Allison I-" He stopped, fell silent.
It hit him, the speechlessness. What was he going to say? What should he say? He couldn't simply say 'I love you', it wasn't enough, he needed more, she needed more. It was redundant and unfair. He knew exactly how he felt and he needed her to know. He collected his thoughts and tried again.
A/N: Ok I hope you liked this chapter, it was kind of hard to write because I kept forgetting what I was doing, not the best short term memory! Well, thanks for reading, hope you liked it and I hope you'll review!