"What?"

Wilson rolled his eyes and went back to glaring at his knees.

"Wilson," House tried again. "Who?" Wilson scrunched up his brow, a defiant expression set onto his features. "Cuddy?" House asked incredulously. "No way. There is no way Cuddy is pregnant. Who would be insane enough to…well…you know. And how did you-" House stopped dead, choking on his words. He stared at his friend, clearly trying to convince himself otherwise. "You…you didn't." Wilson closed his eyes, and leaned forward to rest his head in his hands.

"I did," he whispered. House sat back, completely stunned. Wilson. Cuddy. It was too much for him. The mental images he was getting were too much for him. He got up abruptly and went to the window, listening to Wilson's unsteady breathing from behind him.

"I don't believe it." House was in a state of what he was sure was permanent shock. Sure, Wilson could be construed as a pig, but Cuddy? Cuddy was too smart for this. And how long had it been going on? He had so many questions to ask Wilson, but he wasn't really sure he wanted to know the answers.

"It was an accident," Wilson said lamely. House spun around, his eyes wide.

"Oh, yes. Because since this was an accident, no one will care nearly as much!" He knew shouting was unnecessary. It was. But Wilson had brought an entirely new meaning to the word 'disgusting.' Extremely loud voices seemed like a good idea.

"House, please." Wilson had gotten to his feet and the glare had returned. "Do not tell her. If she knew that I had told anybody…Just for once in your life, be nice to her. Don't ruin her reputation."

"Won't hurt yours too much either if I keep my mouth shut," House commented scornfully.

"I'm serious, House." House finally nodded when he saw the nervous look on Wilson's face.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Thank you." Wilson shot House another worried glance before he left. House popped a few too many vicodin and sat back in his chair. He had known that one of these days Wilson was going to screw up badly. .But this? This was ridiculous. House glared at the spot where Wilson had been sitting moments before. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' he thought.

"House?"

He looked up, surprised to see Cameron standing over him.

"Oh, Cameron. I didn't…didn't hear you come in." He balanced his cane over his good leg.

"Is everything alright? I just saw Wilson…He looks like hell." She twisted the ring on her thumb subconsciously, leaving a green trail.

"Yeah," House replied half-heartedly. Cameron didn't believe him. She lifted an eyebrow, prompting him to tell the truth. "I'll tell you later," he said quietly, glancing at the door behind her. "Wilson might-"

"Alright. Should I come by your place after work then?" She smirked down at his shocked expression.

"Sure…that sounds…that sounds good." Cameron's smirk grew into a genuine smile as she turned and went into the conference room, once again leaving House alone.

When House saw Cuddy on his way out after work, he could hardly be blamed for staring. He kept his mouth shut, which didn't do much good since she noticed his eyes lingering on her stomach.

"Can I help you?" She snapped. House stared at her condescendingly for a moment before shrugging and pushing through the doors. He wasn't so sure he liked this Pregnant Cuddy. She was mean.

Cameron showed up at his apartment about three minutes after him, her laptop bad still slung over her shoulder.

"You must be convinced that this is some hot piece of gossip," he said, smirking at her. She returned his smile a dumped her stuff in a pile at the end of the couch.

"It must be, considering that you stayed in your office the rest of the day and Wilson didn't come by once." She thought a moment before adding, "And Cuddy didn't come by to demand clinic hours either…My God. What did you do?" House glared at her.

"Why do people always think I've done something?" She only had to raise her eyebrows to deflect any further grumbling. He limped past her, sat in his chair, and waited until Cameron was comfortable on the couch before he continued. "OK, What I am about to tell you is HIGHLY privileged information. Wilson only told me because he's weak." He sighed and looked down at his fingers. "Wilson was a naughty boy."

"Oh my God, Cuddy's pregnant?" she gasped. House stared at her in disbelief.

"How did you figure that out? It took me all of twenty-two minutes."

"It's true, then? I mean. Really. What's gotten into her?"

"Wilson, apparently," he answered, smirking. Cameron gave him an unimpressed look and threw a pillow at him.

"Cuddy just doesn't do things like this. And…Wilson? I…I don't believe it."

"Yeah, well, you can't say anything. OK?"

"I swear it," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "So, what are they going to do?"

"I don't know. Wilson needs to accept the fact that he has screwed up. By then the kid will be graduating from pre-school, so I guess it's up to Cuddy." House had effectively told his friend's secret and was now bored. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, flicking through the channels. Cameron rolled her eyes at him and his incapability of compassion. She got up and went to the kitchen to heat up some left over lasagna.

"So," she called from the fridge. "I've been thinking about that benefit." House froze. Maybe if he stayed perfectly quiet, she'd drop it. "Next weekend?" Damn.

"Why?" he asked, as nonchalantly as possible. She came back into the living room with two plates of lasagna and some forks.

"I don't know. I just thought it might be fun to get all dressed up and-"

"What?" House broke in. "Go dancing?" Cameron could feel the hurt in his voice.

"No…no. That's not what I…" She sighed. She knew when to drop it. "Never mind. You're right. It's a stupid idea." House would have loved to just ignore her disappointment. That's how he would normally handle the situation. But the way her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly twisted up a familiar feeling in his gut.

Oh. That's right: guilt.

"Look," he groaned, setting his plate in his lap. "If you want to go…" Cameron looked up expectantly. He cursed every one of the tears he saw her blink back. "I guess we can go," he mumbled. She hopped up and went behind him, wrapping her lanky arms around his neck. She pretended she didn't feel him tense under her.

"It won't be that bad," she said coyly. "I promise. We can make it fun."