OK, so I finally got to writing this weekend and have come up with this. I'm not really happy with the ending, so if anyone has any suggestions, I'm up for them! Enjoy!


Twenty minutes later and House had returned, followed by a smiling doctor Cameron recognized as Dr. Marie Kellin. She had her bright red hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and her green eyes were shining with anticipation. She glanced over at Wilson, who was leaning with his forehead pressed against the window.

"We're ready for you now, Lisa," she said kindly, moving towards Cuddy. Kellin was treating her like a patient, rather than her boss. "Doctor House, Doctor Cameron," she breathed, turning to face them. "Thank you for keeping an eye on her, but we've got it under control now." Several snide comments immediatelypopped into House's mind at being treated with such condescension, but luckily Cameron spoke before hewas able to getthem out.

"Good luck, Lisa," Cameron said gently, striding to the side of the bed. "Your baby is going to be beautiful." Cuddy smiled gratefully up at her, but did not seem to have the strength for words.

"Thank you, Greg," Wilson mumbled, placing a hand lightly on his friend's arm. "And Allison," he nodded at her, "thank you for being here too." He let out a heavy sigh, and moved to Cuddy's side. Brushing the hair away from her face, he whispered, "Let'sgo meetour child."

House and Cameron took this as their cue to leave, not wanting to intrude on the couple's private moment. House went back to his office, where the blinds had been drawn, and Cameron followed,taking a spotagainst the wall. A comfortable silence settled between them, save for the almost calming sound of House's cane bouncing against the floor. At first, Cameron had learned to tolerate his nervous tapping and twirling of the cane, but now she was finding that they soothed her.

"She's going to be OK," House said, breaking the silence. He had said it to comfort Cameron, who looked rigid where she stood. She glanced over at him, and her heart melted at the concern in his face.

"I know she is."

A faint smile made an appearance on his face for just a second as he reached for the tennis ball. Cameron stayed in his office for another minute or two, before the quiet between them made her nervous. She went to her desk and worked on sorting the mail, and moved on to charting. House hadn't lightened up on having her do the charting since they got together. She hadn't expected him to though; he certainly wasn't going to do it, and she didn't see him convincing Foreman or Chase to do it for him.

At quarter to ten, a scrub-clad Dr. Kellin came by the conference room to inform Cameron that the surgery had gone well, and that Dr. Cuddy and Dr. Wilson were now the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl. Tears immediately sprang to Cameron's eyes, but she tried to hold them back as she thanked Kellin and poked her head into House's office. His first thought at the sight of her face was that something had gone horribly wrong, but then her lips fell into a greatly relieved smile.

"It's a girl," she said simply. House almost smiled back at her, but his mind was telling him to revert to his uncaring ways. He pushed himself to his feet, and took Cameron by the hand down to Cuddy's room. It had felt like a four-mile trek for the both of them, being unsure of what they would find. But even as the elevator door opened up on the maternity ward, they could hear Wilson's joy filled voice floating down the hallway.

Cuddy was propped up in bed, cradling a tiny bundle in her arms. Wilson had abandoned the chair and was stretched out on the bed next to her, a big grin plastered onto his face. House and Cameron inched into the room, taking in the scene of the happy family. But with the cane, it was impossible for House to be silent. Wilson and Cuddy looked up, startled.

"You aren't going to see her from there," Cuddy said with a stronger voice. Cameron moved first, eager to get a glimpse of the child, while House hung back. The baby's head was covered with her mother's thick black hair, as well as her pale skin. Her eyes were closed, but Wilson assured them that she had his eyes.

"Oh, Lisa," Cameron breathed. "She's perfect."

"Would you like to hold her?"

It was an innocent enough question, but Cameron hesitated. She hadn't held a baby since her own, and it had been so long. There was an innate fear deep in her stomach that she would not know how to hold the tiny girl correctly. The three sets of eyes she felt locked on her had Cameron gently taking the child from Cuddy's arms. She took a few steps back until she could ease herself into the chair. House looked on, a sense of pride washing over him. She looked so perfect, holding this child, as if it belonged in her arms. It almost made him want one of his own, so that he could watch her being a mother.

"What's her name?" Cameron asked as she trailed a finger over a button nose and then the plump cheeks.

"Rebecca," the parents answered in unison.


House was just zipping up his jeans and leaning over to flush the toilet when something in the trashcan caught his eye. It was sticking out of a messy wrapping of toilet paper, looking as though whoever had put it there had just wanted to forget about it. Being as curious as he was, House leaned down and plucked the little bundle out of the trashcan. His heart was pounding as the toilet paper fell away, revealing a flat white stick of plastic, a conspicuous pink line in the viewing circle. House staggered backwards, almost falling into the tub in his attempt to sit. He knew what this foreign thing was, and he knew what it meant.

Cameron was pregnant. He could live with that. He had actually been entertaining ideas of having his own baby. If Wilson could do it, he was sure he could. But Cameron hadn't mentioned anything about it yet, and he was not going to bring it up until she was ready.