A/N: Took me long enough. Chapter nine is half done, so I'll post it probably tomorrow. Hope you enjoy, leave me reviews!


Chapter 8

House and Cameron wondered through Target looking for various things that were needed for Charlotte.

"Are you sure we need this stuff," House asked looking at the sippy cups, clothes and training potty in the cart he was standing next to as Cameron looked at clothes.

"Yes, she's getting too big for bottles and I have enough of those for the moment. The training potty is cause I don't have one and she's also getting big enough to start. Unless you want to handle all the dirty diapers from here on out...if so, be my guest."

"Oh joy. What about the clothes? Didn't she come with enough of those?"

"She needs more wintery stuff. I don't want to have to put her in that snow suit every time we go out. She needs more pants and sweaters. And I know it's a little late and I probably will have to go to a baby story, but I want to get a winter jacket for her too. And some stuff will probably be left at your place." She stated glancing back and forth between two different outfits.

"Allison, she's going to grow out of this stuff before she really had a chance to use any of it." He says holding up a few over-all sets that had been picked.

"They're a little big for her now and if she still fits them when the weather warms up I'll turn them in to cut offs."

"Right." He gave her a doubtful look.

"What?"

"Why did I need to come along for this? I could be at home watching my soaps."

"I think that Charlotte isn't the only one that needs a nap." Cameron said pulling a pale purple jump suit from the rack.

"You going to nap with me?"

"Nope, because you're really crabby all the sudden." Pulling the cart behind her, Cameron approached the high chairs. Jason hadn't brought one with him and assumed one would not being coming with whatever he was shipping.

"Haven't you noticed that I'm crabby all the time?"

"Yes, but you're not normally this crabby at me, unless I miss something at work."

"Ok, I understand the need for A high chair, A as in one, but why do you need two?"

"The little that clamps on to the table is for your place. It can be stored in the closet or something. No one has to know."

"Why don't you leave the little on at your place and leave the big one at my place. You spend most of your time there anyway."

Cameron sighed, "Because if we moved the big one to your place, it would mean that we'd be spending even more of our time there. You would have to...prepare for us. You'd have to baby proof and clean."

House groaned inwardly. He'd known that was what was going to happen. He also knew realistically he could clean out his second bedroom to make room, but between his stuff, Cameron's, and Charlotte's there just wasn't the space that they needed.

"But you have so many stairs."

"True, but what are you going to do when the new place isn't on ground level like your place is."

"Let's buy a house," he blurted out.

"Excuse me?" Cameron managed to squeak out.

"A house. You know, something to love and call our own. A backyard that's big enough for toys and a grill. One level, no more than 2 or 3 stairs to get in it. A garage so we don't have to worry about street parking. And you could pick a school district that you like. and if you really want, I'll mow the lawn. Or at least get Wilson to do it."

"This is something we should talk about and not here."

"Are you done then so we can talk?"

"I guess I have what I need for now. Next time though, you can stay home and keep Charlotte with you." She said looking at the child who was practically passed out from exhaustion in the cart.

"I'm going to pull that car up to the door."

"Thank you. Hopefully it won't take that long to get through the line."


House drove them back to his place in relative silence. Once they arrived Cameron carried Charlotte in to the bedroom to finish her nap and then went back out to retrieve some of her purchases, only to find that House had brought all, but the two high chairs in. She decided to leave both in the car until the conversation about living arrangements had been concluded.

When Cameron came in back in to talk to House, she found him in the kitchen placing the newly purchased sippy cups in the dish washer.

"You know some of those have to go to my place. And what did you do with the potty chair?"

"You can have one sippy cup for your place and the potty is in the potty."

"Were you serious when you said let's buy a house?"

"Do I every say anything not serious?"

"House..." He could tell that she was getting exasperated.

"Looks like Charlotte isn't the only one who needs a nap," he said throwing her words back at her.

"Look you're the one that brought this up and I'm trying to discuss it with you. Do you want to discuss it with me or not?"

"Yes, I didn't mean to push so many of your buttons. Really, I just wanted to pop your buttons," He said, wiggling his eyebrows

Cameron rolled her eyes and decided to completely ignore that last comment. "Ok, so can you watch Charlotte while I bring the high chair over to my place? I can't bring her up and then go back for it."

"You're right; it was my idea. Yes, I think we should get a house and for all those reasons I said in the store. And for one more reason I just thought of."

"Which is?"

"If Ronnie thought that place we saw was "child friendly," what are the rest of these places going to look like?"

"And we may find a ground floor apartment, but you may still have to climb more stairs than you want."

"Exactly. If we find a house, there won't be that many stairs and we'll have more space. And Wilson can then have a bedroom for when he gets kicked out, that's where the lawn mowing comes in."

"What makes you think I'll let Wilson have his own room?"

"Cause you're nice like that." He said hugging her.

"I am, am I?"

"Just like right now you're going to take a nap with me."

"Can't," she said pulling away moving towards the living room.

"And why not? You said I needed a nap and now I can't have one."

"Charlotte's sleeping in the bed. And if you want the kind of nap I think you want that can't happen in there."

"What if we call Foreman or Wilson to come baby sit for a couple of hours and go back to your place?"

"What if you wait 'til tonight when we go to bed? Or when Charlotte goes to bed which is earlier. Besides, I don't think Foreman or Wilson would baby sit for a couple hours just so we could sleep together."

"Cameron," he whined, "I don't wanna wait that long."

"I'm sorry, but there isn't anything I can do about that."

"Liar. If you really wanted to, I bet you could think of something."

"Sorry, I've moved to doing laundry now," she said cutting off the tags of the outfits she had just purchased. "Do you have anything that needs to be washed? I can do that now too."

"I can do my own laundry." He said sitting on the couch flipping through TV stations.

"Hey grouchy, do you have stuff that needs to be washed?"

"Yes, it's already in the laundry room." He said not looking at her.

"Cheer up, I never said I wouldn't make-out with you." She said as she left the room.

"Really? Say you know I heard this thing once about the spin cycle."

"Yes, and you have a bad leg." She called from the wash room

"Ahh, but if I take enough Vicodin before and after it won't be a problem and I won't be holding you up."

"You, Dr. House, just want to get laid."

"Yes damnit! Is that such a bad thing? That's what I've been telling you this whole time! It's like some weird withdrawal symptom. I've gone cold turkey."

"You can't be having that since I've been with you all week."

"But we haven't done anything. You know I need you like I need my Vicodin."

When he didn't get a response to that he went to find out what happened to her. When he walked in the wash room he found her sitting on the washer, down to her panties and bra.

"My clothes were dirty. They needed to be washed."

"I think mine may need to be washed too," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.