Cameron sighed as her hand slowly drew patterns on House's chest. The morning light peeked through the closed drapes and filtered onto the bottom half of the bed. There was enough light in the room to make her ring shine like the Holy Grail as she moved her hand. The small prisms of light reflected off the sharply cut diamonds and onto the walls. His hand slowly came up and covered her; stilling it from the M.C. Esher designs on his chest.

"So I take it that you either have a fascination with shiny objects or you love your ring."

She moved her hand and looked up at him.

"I thought we established that last night."

"No," he teases, " Last night we established the fact that I am the god of all sex gods."

She laughs and slowly sits up, wincing as she stretches her back. House notices this and frowns.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I think I might have pulled a muscle or something."

He grinned and she shook her head, laughing. She grabbed her robe and headed off to the shower. They had a meeting with the Wilson's for breakfast and Cameron was looking forward to it. When the bathroom door had swung shut, he grabbed his cane and made his way to the kitchen to start some coffee after putting on some boxers. When she appeared in the kitchen, clean and dressed, he took his turn. Half an hour later, they were seated at a booth, drinking coffee across from Julie and Jim. Julie wouldn't stop pressing them for wedding details and Wilson didn't seem able to control her.

"So," Julie gushed, " Do you want a big wedding?"

House looked over at Cameron, uncomfortable. She decided to take the lead since they had managed to discuss a few things last night.

"A small one. Just a few close friends."

"I guess you don't have to worry about living together. Are you guys going to stay in your townhouse?"

"Yep. It's certainly big enough."

"Oh," Julie said, disappointed.

"What?"

Julie's face fell a little more. "I guess that answers my question about kids."

House choked on his coffee and once his airways were clear, popped a Vicodin. Cameron shot him a concerned look and he face Wilson.

"Please verbally disarm you wife before I get out my bazooka."

"What'd I say?" Julie asked, confused.

Wilson patted her hand sympathetically.

"Absolutely nothing, dear."

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House could feel her eyes on the back of his head. He rolled his eyes and shut off the game. Tivo would pick it up anyways.

"Either I have a monster booger or you want to talk."

"I was just thinking about Julie's question earlier."

"We talked about having a small wedding. You change your mind?"

"Greg."

Her tone made him turn to her.

"We both know that I would not be the best father. Can you see me changing diapers or nuking bottles? It would be a disaster and you know it."

He watched her face crumble and literally saw her withdraw into herself.

"Allison-"

"No. You're right. A disaster. I'm tired and I'm going to bed."

She went into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. He was going to be very alone tonight. A bottle of Scotch was in order.

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He knew her morning routine by heart. The second the shower stopped, he hauled himself off of the couch and waited. Seven minutes later, he walked in on Cameron. She was at the sink with her diaphragm in her hand and looked at him, startled. She could only stare as he snatched it out of her hand, popped the pills one by one into the toilet, and flushed.

"Greg!"

He turned to her and invaded her personal space.

"I thought everything over last night. What person in their right mind would let me take care of a child!"

"Greg, I-"

"No, let me finish. No one, that's who. But I failed to realize that it wasn't just me. You'd be the balance that would turn the kid out even."

Her eyebrows indented as she tried to get what he was saying.

"You and I balance each other?"

"Exactly!"

"And you flushed my pills, why?"

His only answer was to pull her close and give her a kiss so passionate, her knees wobbled and she had to hold onto him for support.

"That's not an answer," she breathed heavily. "I don't get-"

"I," he interrupted again," Am going to get you so knocked up that you won't be able to see straight. Then when you complain, I'm just going to say I told you so. So, I believe we have some activities to continue. Come woman! And bring my Vicodin. I have a feeling that I'm going to need it."

Grinning slightly, she grabbed a full bottle and allowed herself to be led into the bedroom. What a way to tell her. But hey! Actions did speak louder than words.

Thank you all for the reviews. I can't wait to get more and you all flatter me so much that my ego is huge! I can't wait for the episode tonight and I try to post and update as much as possible but I'm typing faster than I write. Lol. Enjoy and the next chapter should be up tomorrow or the next day. Peace -Amanda