Disclaimer: No matter how many times I try to buy them, they just aren't selling.

Author's Note: I meant to put this in the last chapter, but forgot. The Laurie House is a REAL historic inn three miles outside of downtown Princeton. I just had to put it in. ;-)

Chapter Twenty Five

May was, surprisingly, a relatively calm month. Cameron's dress had been chosen, all of the invitations had been sent out, and almost all of the details had been hammered down. Overall, things seemed stress-free outside of work.

At work, Cuddy's stomach was starting to swell. She wasn't a very happy camper when it came to the changes that her body was going through. She'd disclosed to Cameron that she felt fat, ugly, and annoyed most of the time. Cameron told her that she looked beautiful, and reminded her that Wilson did nothing but talk about her and the pending baby. It seemed to settle the dean of medicine's nerves to know that someone continued to find her attractive. House commented that her "fun bags" looked better than ever, and received a slap on the arm with a file folder.

By the middle of the month, Cameron wasn't feeling well. At all. She was having moderate vertigo, severe nausea, and terrible migraines. They'd just finished treating a patient with similar symptoms, and she wondered if she hadn't somehow contracted the disease. The problem with that hypothesis was that she didn't have any of the other symptoms.

They were in the middle of a differential session when she held her forehead in a hand and realized that she hadn't concentrated on a single part of what had been said. This was ridiculous. She needed to rule out one of the possibilities.

Finally, she looked at House with tired eyes. "I need a pregnancy test," she said plainly, not caring that she'd interrupted the differential session.

House blinked a few times before looking at Foreman and Chase. "We'll be right back." He glanced at the board as Cameron stood slowly. "Start him on prednisone and we'll take it from there." He and Cameron left the room, and he walked alongside her on their way to the clinic. "I was wondering when you were going to cave," he said with a smirk.

"Oh, shut it. It could just be a bug."

House nodded to Cuddy as he opened the door to the clinic. Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, you two. No sex in the clinic."

"Please? It'd be really kinky." House watched as Cameron gave a weak smile and nodded for her to go to the empty exam room. "I'm taking some of her blood. Part of it goes to a vial for me to wear around my neck, because I'm just that creepy."

"And the other part?" Cuddy asked impatiently.

"Pregnancy test."

Cuddy grinned. "I hope it's positive this time."

"You would. I'd rather not have two pregnant women rampaging around this hospital."

"And if it is positive?" the dean asked curiously.

House paused, tapping his cane on the floor. "I guess we're going to have to buy some baby clothes and whatnot. Name it. Figure out where the hell we're going to live, since my apartment is blessedly child-free."

"James has room," Cuddy suggested with a smirk.

"Then maybe you should move in with him. You know… Since you're having his baby and all." He gave her a snide salute and went to the exam room that Cameron was in.

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The test results were on House's desk by the end of the week. Cameron looked at the envelope and chewed on her bottom lip. She'd picked it up and set it back down multiple times, not sure that she even wanted to open it. What if it was negative again? She'd had such bad luck lately…

House opened the door to his office and caught Cameron setting the envelope down again. "It's not your HIV test, you know. You got pissy enough when I opened that… I wasn't about to open the results to your preggers test."

She smiled and looked at the envelope, wringing her hands in front of her. "I can't do it," she said with a small laugh. "I can't open it. If it's negative again…"

"It isn't the end of the world," House told her, rolling his eyes. "So we have more sex. Do that cycle … thingy…" He picked up the envelope and Wilson walked into the room. He shoved the envelope at his friend. "Open that."

Wilson frowned and looked at the envelope. "It's addressed to Allison Cameron…"

"Open it," Cameron demanded.

The oncologist quirked an eyebrow in confusion, but followed the commands all the same. He read the sheet of paper in the envelope and grinned. "So… Is your baby gonna be a Gerber baby?"

"It's positive?" Cameron whispered, her hand going to her mouth.

"I think so. At least, it says it is…"

"I'm pregnant?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"You're pregnant," Wilson responded with a small laugh.

Cameron let out an excited squeak and threw herself at Wilson, giving him a tight hug. "I'm having a baby!" she exclaimed.

House cleared his throat. "Is he the father?" he asked snidely.

Cameron laughed and ran to House, pulling his face down to her to give him multiple, small kisses. "I'm having a baby. We're having a baby!"

"I got that."

"Oh, God…" She laughed, holding her stomach with one hand and House's shoulder with the other. "Oh, God, Greg. We're having a baby."

He couldn't help laughing at her excitement. "Yes, Allison. You've said this. Multiple times."

"A baby!" she squeaked again.

Wilson laughed along with House, watching Cameron as she all but jumped up and down. "I think she's happy or something."

"I'm not," House pouted. "We're going to have to get a new place. And baby-bearer here isn't going to be able to help move anything. I'll need the other two ducklings and you to help."

"I can move things," Cameron responded with a frown.

"You can, but you won't," he responded sternly. "So sometime after the wedding?" he asked Wilson.

"But of course." Wilson loosened his tie and sat down in one of the chairs across from House's desk. "So when the hell am I getting my tux? The wedding isn't that far away."

"Ah, shit. I forgot about that." House turned to Cameron. "What color are the bridesmaid's dresses?"

"Uh… I have no idea. I left it to Angie."

House cringed. "She hates me. She'll pick black."

Cameron laughed. "She will not. She doesn't hate you; she's happy for me. I told her to stick to green, blue, or purple." She thought for a moment before sitting in House's chair. "I'll call her when we get home."

Chase and Foreman came into the office, arguing about a set of medical students that they'd been forced to listen to. Chase seemed to think that they had been sharp. Foreman thought they were dumb as a post. House interrupted their argument.

"Now, now, boys. If you're going to fight, use fists. I want Cuddy to have to clean up blood."

Cameron snorted. "That sort of worries me…"

"Don't let it," House said with a shrug. "We'll have a girl."

"You don't know that…"

"I will turn it into a girl if I have to."

"You will not."

"Bet?"

"House…"

"She's aggravated," House said to Wilson. "She calls me 'House' when she's aggravated."

"I gathered as much," Wilson responded with a smirk.

"Gregory."

"Ooh… Saucy."

"Wait," Foreman demanded, holding up a hand. "You two are having a baby?"

"No. She's going to pass a kidney stone in nine months," House responded with a roll of his eyes. "It'll just be a really big one with ten little fingers and toes."

Cameron snorted and nudged his left leg with her foot. "Don't be an ass."

"It's why you love me," he responded. "So! Who wants to go tell Cuddy that we need a case?"

"Not it," Chase and Cameron said at the same time.

"Goddammit…" Foreman grumbled as he left House's office.

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When they arrived home that evening, Cameron sighed happily and leaned against the door after closing it. Everything seemed better now that she knew for sure that she was pregnant. House smiled at her behavior, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"Immensely," she answered with a bright smile, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him slowly. "We're getting married," she whispered in awe. "And we're having a baby, Greg."

He smirked at her as she bit her bottom lip, reveling in the fact that her dreams really were coming true. "And our wedding is going to be perfect," she continued. "And our honeymoon…"

"Two weeks in Europe?" he asked. "It'll be a blast."

"I want to see Paris," she told him with a wide smile.

"Good thing I speak French."

"And I want to see Spain, Greg."

"I speak Spanish, too."

"And Rome!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I want to see everything, and I want to see it with you."

"You're so damned cheesy, Allison," he scolded, pulling her close for a leisurely kiss. "We'll see everything you want to. Make a list or something. In the meantime…" He stroked her hip with a smile. "I think we should celebrate."

"Mmm… I think you're right. I want cake."

He laughed and pulled her toward the bedroom. "Can I get you to settle for something else?"

"Maybe… Is it sexy? And does it involve chocolate sauce?"

He smirked. "It can if you want it to. There should be some in the fridge."

"Hmm. Fridge is too far away," she decided, placing random kisses on his jaw and neck. "Bed's closer."

"We'll save the sauce for another time," he said slowly, hands going to her slacks to get them off of her. "Have I ever told you that I love these little vest thingies that you wear?" he asked, lips brushing against her ear as her pants fell. She stepped out of them, heels still on, as his hands worked at the buttons to her vest. "They're very professional. I just want to get you out of them."

"I figured you'd be one for imagining what's underneath them," she retorted, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off of him. "I almost went to work without panties today," she confessed in a naughty little whisper that sent her breath brushing against his ear.

"Did you, now?" he asked a bit breathlessly. The thought of Cameron minus the knickers at work made his jeans feel more than a little tight.

"Yeah… But I figured…" She got his tee shirt off and flicked her tongue over a nipple, delighting when his grip tightened on his cane. "I figured that I'd wait until I was wearing a skirt." She could tell that the thought was having a huge affect on him, and she loved that it was. "I thought… Wouldn't it be great to see Greg's reaction if I just accidentally spread my legs just enough during a differential?" she murmured into his ear, nipping at the lobe.

"That's naughty," he commented, voice raspy. He dropped his cane to the ground and pulled her against him for a mind-boggling kiss, manipulating them so that she was straddling him on the bed. "I like it."

She actually giggled and winked at him. "Thought you might." She undid his jeans, pulling them off slowly along with his boxers. "I love it when you're naked." She delicately, and hesitantly, brushed a kiss over the scar on his right thigh before resting her chin on his left thigh and looking up at him.

"I love it when I'm naked, too," he responded, needing the clear his throat after speaking. No one should be as sexy as Allison Cameron. "But you're not naked, so it's not nearly as fun."

"I don't think I'm going to get naked this time," she stated with a sly smile, nipping at the inside of his thigh and grinning when he gave a low moan. "I might even leave the heels on."

"God, that's kinky." He looked down at her, pinning her with his eyes and daring her to keep to her promise. "Gonna tie me up, too?"

"Not yet," she answered before flicking her tongue over the tip of his erection. "I think I'll just tease you for a bit."

"Allison…" he growled as a warning.

"You get to tease me all the time," she pouted, caressing him with an innocent look on her face. What a joke; Allison Cameron was far from innocent. "I think I ought to have a turn."

He watched her between his legs as she alternated between kissing him and licking him, and found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She was down there, still in her bra and panties, and Goddammit, but she still had those heels on. Knee-highs would have completed the outfit, but he didn't mind the fact that they were missing. She was sexy either way.

He wondered, for a moment, how she would look when her stomach started swelling. Still beautiful, still sexy as hell. He didn't imagine that she'd gain much weight; maybe twenty pounds. And he'd still want her. He supposed that was a very good thing, considering they were going to be together for a pretty long time. He moaned when she swirled her tongue around him, all of his thoughts leaving him. "Get up here," he demanded in a growl.

She smirked up at him and gave him one last lick before going up to brush a kiss over his lips. Her bra and panties were still on, though she'd finally ditched the heels. He tugged at her panties to get them off and she hurried to accommodate him, sitting on his stomach once the barrier was gone.

"Gonna leave the bra on?" he asked with a lazy grin.

"Yes," she replied, moving down his body until she was right above his erection, positioned to sink onto him. Moving agonizingly slowly, she lowered herself until he was fully sheathed inside of her and let out a low moan.

He gritted his teeth and tried not to buck his hips to hers. But she just sat there, grinning devilishly at him as she tightened her muscles before moving. "Oh, sweet Jesus," he choked out, hands gripping tightly at her hips.

She thought he might be holding hard enough to bruise her, but she would hardly mind. She absolutely loved it when she had him at her mercy; it reminded her that no matter how many times he might snark at her in the office or at home, she could dominate here. She could take control. And he would never mind.

He tugged at her hair, pulling her down to him to capture her lips for a heated kiss, moving with her as she led the way to bliss. This was the life, he'd decided. Hot sex with his hot fiancé who was going to give birth to their brilliant child. Life could be perfect.