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Author's Note…Ok, so I'm going to tell you a little story. I've been sick for the last few days, and I'm really not 100 percent better, so sorry if this chapter is sub par. I don't think it's that bad. Anyway, enjoy and please review...thanks!

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Gregory House was a doctor. A very good doctor at that. And a very experienced doctor. He had seen, if not performed himself, numerous operations, procedures, and plenty of medical things that were all more gruesome than a simple shot in the back. His rule was to be unflappable and he had obeyed it thus far without a problem. Well, he guessed that that rule didn't apply when it came to people he knew because the minute he saw that epidural go into Cameron's back, he passed out.

And now he had to face her.

With a large amount of stitches across his hairline. He had been too embarrassed to ask and too annoyed to count.

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When Cameron saw the stitches, she laughed quietly over the two little peach heads she held in her arms. One was in a blue bundle and one was in a pink bundle. Perfectly even. "You got more stitches than me today." She paused for a moment. "I only had ten."

House looked at her head.

"Not there."

Apparently, the day had accelerated Cameron's wit and practically reversed House's. House had been dumbstruck since 9:33 that morning when Cameron called his cell-phone telling him that he might as well turn around because her water had just broken and it was not going to be a fun day and hell no did she plan on entertaining. Now, House certainly didn't pride himself on listening to people's direct orders and he most certainly didn't pride himself on turning around in the middle of a crowded Route 87. So, it was onward for him and he had arrived at the hospital just as the anesthesiologist rolled Cameron onto her hip. Now it was late in the evening, and both were exhausted after the very long day they had had.

"What are you going to name them?"

Cameron shrugged her shoulders and brushed back the pink blanket. "Don't know yet."

"Too many choices?"

"Not enough choices. I planned for everything else…my brother assembled the cribs last week, I've got my maternity leave all structured, my sister's coming down next week, but…I don't know. I never really thought of what would happen when they got here. I have clothes for them, and diapers and a changing table, but no names."

"You want some suggestions?"

"Sure," Cameron replied, but she obviously wasn't paying attention. She was too busy stroking the boy's soft baby hair.

"Rebecca and Adam."

"Nah."

"Sean and Kerry."

"Mmm-mmm."

"Pilot Inspektor and Apple."

"And we have a winner!"

"Really?"

"No."

"Yeah. Couldn't do that to your own flesh and blood."

Cameron shrugged. "Nope."

"I bet those kids are going to love me. They'll make me sugar cookies and brownies every week. The spawn of Allison Cameron and James Wilson is going to be like, my groupie. And now I've got two!" Although Cameron glared at House when he mentioned Wilson, he continued. "You know, if you want, I'll let him know for you. I won't go into it, just…keep him in funk."

Cameron bristled. "No. Don't tell him. But can I ask you another favor?"

"I'm not giving up internet porn. If you want, I'll stop watching it on your computer, but that's as far as I'll go."

"House…!"

"What! A man's got his desires! And they must be fulfilled! And if it's through po…"

"House!" Cameron scolded. "There are newborn babies right here!"

"Fine, fine. Mama Cameron is no fun. What's the favor?"

"Never use the word funk again. Ever."

House rolled his eyes and held out his arms. "Do you mind if I-"

Cameron gave him a little smile and tilted her arms a bit. House leaned over and gently picked up the boy. At first, he fussed a bit but he was content after a while and actually dozed off in House's arms. It was the most adorable, most bizarre, sight Cameron had ever seen.

And she had seen a lot.

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The Next Day… (House went home that night)

House idly sat, throwing a red tennis up in the air to himself. Wilson was opposite him, engrossed in a patient file. Work had been his status quo for the past nine months. For him, it was all about personal survival rates now. This patient he was especially devoted too. Heather Roberts was a twenty-eight year old single mother who was battling Stage I Melanoma. He really should have assigned the case to the young doctor that had just started working on the floor, but Wilson kept it for himself. Maybe, just maybe, if he could save this woman, it would mean that another one would be safe.

Suddenly, a slightly distorted version of Satisfaction rang through the air. Wilson jumped up as if he had been zapped but House calmly took his cell-phone out of his pocket and began talking into it. "Hello?"

Wilson rolled his eyes. "No cell-phones in the hospital."

"But I've got such a good record of following the rules, I'm sure Cuddy will let this one slide…you did?"

"Did what?"

"Not you…no, I was talking to someone else, never mind Ca-Al, just keep talking…"

Cameron shifted in her hospital bed. "You're with him? If you want, I can call back later."

"No, no."

Wilson sighed. "No, what?"

House rolled his eyes. "Wilson, not you."

Cameron inhaled sharply. "You are with him. Listen, that's uncomfortable for everyone-I'll call you back later."

"No, just talk."

"Fine. I picked out their names. Shania Zoe and…" Cameron's voice faltered slightly then picked up again, stronger than before. "And James Jr...JJ."

House remained silent and slowly walked out of the room. "Are you sure about that second one?"

"I'm positive."

Positive.

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House made his way back into the office. He had a decision to make, and he was going to do it right now. Really, if he wanted to, he could wait days, months, years even before coming to a verdict but he had always been a now-or-never kind of guy. He lowered himself onto the seat as if he were carrying a heavy burden. He knew of a heavier one.

"Cameron had the babies."

Wilson blinked. "What?"

"Did you not hear me? You're a father, you dope. A boy and a girl. James and Shania. They have your eyes." And with that, House got up and left. In a matter of minutes, he was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

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Author's Note…Sorry, that wasn't my best chapter. Actually, that was probably my worst. I just couldn't figure out how to get it down, so this is the end result. Ok, please review…anything's accepted! Thanks!