Author's Note: Thank you guys for all of the reviews! I've always been jealous when I've been reading someone else's story and they have, like, two hundred reviews. But 100! Wow! Sobs I love this part of my job. And what's really cool is that I seemed to get to everyone on the last chapter. Everyone liked it and no one had a complaint. THAT was amazing. I've never been more flattered in my life. On to the next chapter!

Allison groaned as she heard Lotty start to cry. She rolled out of bed and walked drowsily down the hallway to her nursery. She just reached the doorframe when she heard a voice coming from the room. Recognizing it, she pressed her back against the wall as she heard her husband quietly talk their newest daughter to sleep.

"And then I told Uncle Foreman… who's really stupid… that mommy was right on the diagnosis. He didn't like that too much and decided to play a prank on daddy. He hid all of daddy's toys and wouldn't tell him where they were until he apologized. So your super mommy managed to pry the information out of him and gave daddy back his toys. My favorite game is the one where you kill the Martians."

She heard a gurgle and could tell that House was smiling at her.

"You need to learn how to sleep through the night, little one. Your momma is veeeeeery tired and she can't keep getting up and when I get up too much on the middle of the night too much, I can't put down my ducklings as much as I want. And when daddy is know as the terror of the hospital, and lacking sarcastic comments is bad. You see, your mommy loves my wit and when I can't deliver, she gets disappointed."

Allison had to muffle a laugh and she heard the soft tinkling of Lotty's mobile as House set her back into her crib.

"That's a good girl. You get lots of sleep so you can terrorize the hospital like your brother and sister when you get older."

She heard him grab his cane off of her changing table and begin the walk back to the bedroom. She watched as he tried to hide his surprise when he saw her leaning against the wall. It wasn't often she surprised him anymore and she wanted to remember this for a long time.

"Hey," he said softly.

She just smiled in return and beckoned him towards their bedroom. He followed and after shutting the door softly and checking the baby monitor, he turned back to her.

"You startled me."

She smiled at him and crawled under the covers.

"You don't do that often."

"I know," she told him. "But I couldn't help but listen. Am I too boring to talk to your day about?"

He shook his head at her. "You know you're not. She smiled though, when I tell her how much fun I had. I think I should publish an article about comprehension in young children. I could make a killing. We could be like Donald Trump and his new, younger wife. I'll give you half when we split so you don't have to worry."

She smiled and he cherished the way her laugh sounded like tinkling charms. He had been getting soft lately but what really bothered him was the fact that he was okay with it. He had always upheld the reputation of being a miserable old bastard when all he wanted was what he had now. He had a beautiful, YOUNGER wife, three children, a newborn, and all of his financial problems were taken care of. He could die happy.

He noticed the look that she was giving him.

"What?"

She shook her head. "You looked like you were thinking deeply and I didn't want to interrupt it. You know how I love it when you're being thoughtful."

And it was true. For Christmas, he had given her a beautiful gold chain with a birthstone baby for each of the children. He had also given her a baby pink one for the new soon- to- be- born Lotty. She wore it all the time and had even purchased one with his birthstone in it. He had scoffed at it but she had caught him shining the charms later on that night.

"You're doing it again."

His voice pushed her out of her memory.

"Doing what?"

"You're re-shelving all of your memories and if one accidentally slips like it did last time, you're going to be in trouble, missy."

About a month ago, she had fallen asleep at work and dreamed about the time he rented out an entire movie theater for their two-year anniversary to see the first movie they had seen together. What she hadn't found out until later was that Foreman and Chase had seen fit to record her out loud talking and play it at the next annual Casino Night. They had both received good whacks with his cane and had to apologize by doing all of House's clinic hours for the next month. Cuddy had agreed with this policy since a hysterical immunologist was not something she wanted to see again and extended the punishment even further by making Foreman do all of House's hours and Chase do all of Allison's hours. They had also bought them a night on the town and to this day, House kept a voice recorder in his office for good backlash.

"I won't, don't worry."

He studied her for a moment and then crawled into bed with her. They settled down together and House's voice broke the silence, heating her head with his breath.

"Do you think she'll be like the twins?"

She paused. "Would that be a bad thing?"

"No," he argued slightly. "I just want a child who takes after you. I think some peace and quiet around here might be nice. I love the way the twins terrorize everyone but I think you might be lonely sometimes without anyone around who's like you."

She smiled into his chest.

"That's why Wilson and I talk so much."

He chuckled at this and then there was quiet.

"I wouldn't push her if she was like you."

Tears forming in her eyes at the feeling she was experiencing, she could only nod. They fell asleep with quiet in their minds.

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Morning was quick and painless. Get up, eat, struggle the twins into their clothes, drop them and the other children off at the day care, then go upstairs and get a cup of hot coffee. Allison wasn't supposed to be back yet but she told him earlier that night that if she waited any longer, his stuff would become a nice shade of pink. Not wanting to look like Wilson, he had steadily agreed to allow her to come back. She was only to do paperwork, but she had made a deal with him saying that as long as she took it easy, she wouldn't have to do all of the housework around the house. It was a foolproof plan to her and he like doing the cooking so it made all of their lives a little easier. Before they could head to the elevator to head up a floor to their office, Cuddy came peeling around the corner. House began clicking the button to get the elevator to move faster but Allison had a feeling that it didn't work lie that.

"You have another lawsuit."

House rolled his eyes and tapped his cane on the floor.

"Is that all? Because if so, you have to learn when making a dramatic entry is appropriate. Like Wilson behind you for example."

Cuddy turned around and when she didn't see Wilson, she turned back around, puzzled. Her puzzle expression turned to annoyance, however, when she was confronted with the image of a grinning House and apologetic Allison being shut into the elevator. When the doors completely closed, she gave an undignified shriek of anger and made for the stairs.

Meanwhile, House was grinning like an idiot.

"Did you see her face? How many times can you pull the same trick on the same person? Should I count? I bet it'll be an hour before she tries again."

Allison knew better than to argue and simply nodded. She wasn't going to fight about something he had been doing for years. If she fought with him, then it would only lead to him sleeping out on the couch. Besides, if she talked to him about it right now, then he would see Cuddy coming down the hallway. He turned to her and grinned. His grin slowly slipped away as he studied her face.

"She's right behind me isn't she?"

Allison nodded and House reluctantly turned around. He was met with the glaring eyes or the scariest woman in history. Well… Allison could give her a run for her money when he had declared an official prank day after seeing it on That 70' Show. Boy was she mad!

"You ran away from me!"

"I run away from you all the time. What's the difference this time?"

"I was trying to talk to you!"

"I was trying to ignore you!"

"It wasn't just about the lawsuit!"

"For the last time, woman. I will NOT SLEEP WITH YOU!"

"JULIE is having her BABY you moron!"

House stood still for a moment and then shifted the pressure from one leg to the other.

"What? But it's a month and a half too early!"

Cuddy smirked at being able to get his attention finally. "Julie was rushed in about an hour ago and Wilson is going stir crazy because Allison was supposed to be answering her cell. She wants her in the delivery room and she won't let Wilson in because she thinks that as a doctor, he'll freak her out with all the possibilities that could go wrong."

House paused for a moment and then after giving Allison a quick kiss, he raced towards the elevator again. She turned to Cuddy and sighed.

"I'm needed?"

Cuddy nodded and she trotted off in the direction that her husband had ran… limped, whatever.

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It was a boy. Alexander James Wilson was now three minutes old. House walked in with Wilson and he pulled Allison over to him. Allison smiled up at him through her sweaty bangs. Julie had made her work out with her to help the contractions.

"You okay? The baby?"

"I'm fine, the baby's fine, and Julie's fine. But I don't think that Julie wants to go through with this ever again. She's already said that she gives me much more credit than she did before because I've done this twice with one birth as twins. I told her that it gets easier if you have someone WORTHY of her anger to direct it to. She laughed at that and told me I was being funny. I wasn't joking."

House chuckled and she hugged him.

"I give lots of credit too."

He looked down at her, confused.

"I thought giving birth was bad but I was grossed out the entire time I was standing next to her! It's not funny GREG!"

He had started to laugh and she swatted him on the arm. Wilson motioned them over and they gazed down at his new son. He had blonde hair and blue eyes He was perfect. House leaned over and gazed into his eyes.

"Hey, little man. You try and hit on my daughter and I'll squash you before you can say 'oncologist'."

Julie looked over at Allison and the two of them shared a smile because they had already discussed this. It would be a wild ride but it would also be worth every minute.

Sobs I know you all are sad because there's only one chapter left but please be patient. I won't post it until next week because I have a specific idea so I need to be careful writing it. Please review and let me know. If you have any ideas for the finale, let me know that too so I can consider whether or not I'll add it. Peace be with you and thank you all for supporting me!