Disclaimer: I do not own House but I would like to. Thank you to everyone who has given me reviews. I got a lot of 'Go Cameron's' when I wrote the last chapter. No more new chapters until after the New Year so enjoy and I'll be ready to rock. Happy Holidays and have a Happy New Year. Peace and love -amanda

"SHE SAID WHAT!"

House had to hold the phone away from his ear as Wilson verbally exploded. He was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on top of the table.

"I told you what she said."

Wilson could be heard sighing. "Where's Cameron right now?"

"Bed," House explained. " We ate and she kept nodding off while we were watching TV so I sent her to bed. She fell asleep in minutes."

"Slugging people can do that to you."

"I just wanted her to fall asleep because I could tell that her blood pressure was through the roof. The last thing we need is for Stacy's statement to come true."

"Right. Look, Julie and I are going out. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Just as he hung up, the bedroom door opened and Cameron appeared. She flopped on to the couch next to him and put her head in his lap.

"I thought you were asleep," he said softly.

"No," she mumbled. "It was lonely. And cold."

He rested a hand on her still flat tummy.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded and noticed where his hand was.

" I guess you don't want to choose names yet."

He shook his head. " Not yet. You want to go to bed? I'll come with this time."

"Not yet."

She rolled onto her back and pulled a couch pillow between her head and his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair and she smiled, sated for the moment.

"You've made me soft," he said down to her.

She opened her eyes. " Only when we're alone. You still made an intern cry today."

He grinned, remembering how the intern had burst into tears after House had only looked at him. Life was good.

"I set some crackers next to the bed," he told her. " I thought they might delay your trips to the bathroom."

She nodded and they sat in silence. House looked down at her after a couple minutes and saw that she was asleep. To move or not to move. It wasn't like he could carry her. He sighed and settled back. He was going to hurt in the morning.

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When he woke up in the morning, his leg and neck decided to scream a duet together. A hand appeared out of nowhere holding two Vicodin and a cup of coffee appeared next to it. Gratefully, he took the pills and drank some of the coffee to wash it down. Cameron sat next to him and watched him lean back to wait for his pills to kick in.

"You could have just gone to bed."

He opened his eyes and just stared at her until she shifted, uncomfortable in his gaze.

"If I would have gone to bed, you would have woken up this morning angry and upset. Admit it."

Smiling, she leaned back. "I admit nothing. I called into work today and told them we'd be a little late. Blamed it on my morning sickness."

He nodded and closed his eyes again.

"Nice lie."

"It's not a lie."

He turned to her.

"Huh?"

"That's why the coffee's done. I have a new wake-up call."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

She shrugged. "Didn't seem important."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You were praying to the porcelain god and you didn't see the need to wake me up?"

"I was busy at the moment," she replied dryly. " Besides, I'll be giving a repeat performance every morning until it goes away."

She laughed when he made a gagging sound and handed him his cane.

"Go take a shower. We need to be to work in an hour."

He stood up and braced himself, pouting like a little boy.

"You already take one?"

"Yep, now go. And no, I will not take another one."

He sighed and started towards the bathroom. "That's fine anyways," he shot over his shoulder. " I don't want your cooties. You'd just cover me in them."

As he shut the door, she turned back to her coffee, laughing. If the baby took after him it was going to be a handful. She paused at that thought. Did she really want another him running around. The answer was clear.

Defiantly.