Theoretically, my chapters should be getting a bit longer, just so I can get this all out without going over 50 chapters. : I hope you all like this one, and thanks so much for your reviews! They keep me going.

The inconsistent drone of the television was doing nothing to distract House. He knew that he would have to tell Cameron about their pending weekend plans soon, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The fact was that he himself wasn't so sure how he felt about it yet. He had known that Wilson was planning on marrying Cuddy, now that they had their daughter, but knowing Wilson and furthermore, knowing how Wilson's past marriages had turned out, he was finding that he was a bit uneasy about the whole thing. Cuddy had come to him earlier in their relationship, confiding in him her worries about the dangers a marriage to Wilson could hold. He had at first been surprised merely by the fact that Cuddy was going to him for help rather than Cameron, but it also dawned on him how strange it was that she was thinking about marriage at all. That was before Wilson had asked him for his best wishes, before everything had changed so dramatically.

Cameron came out from the bathroom, toweling her wet hair. She knew that there was something he wanted to talk to her about, but she assumed that it was about the news about his mother she had not-so-gently given to him that morning. Tossing the damp towel in a heap on the floor, Cameron lowered herself into the armchair.

"OK," she said slowly. "What is it?" House looked up at her, confused. "What do you need to tell me?" House paused a moment, ordering the words just right in his head. They had to be elusive enough that she wouldn't be shocked into giving birth. House stopped as that thought ran through his mind; there were so many jokes that wouldn't be funny anymore.

"They're getting married." Oh yes. That was subtle.

Cameron's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, and it was several moments before she could speak. House imagined that this was exactly what he looked like when Wilson had told him.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"What part of it don't you understand?" he snapped tetchily.

"No. It's just…wow. I really didn't think they'd get around to doing that."

"Well…we should go shopping. I'm sure you'll want a pretty dress…" House took a sip of his beer. He hadn't been to a truly formal occasion – even a semi-formal one – for so long, and he was beginning to see why; he didn't really like all the planning.

"No it's all right," Cameron said easily, pulling her feet up on the chair. "I'm sure I can find something to wear. "

And that was that. House was surprised at how easy it been, but didn't dwell on it. He didn't want to think too much about what had driven Cameron to be so supportive of the Wilson-Cuddy marriage. He didn't want to think that she was soon going to be applying the very same beliefs to their ownsituation. He just didn't want to think that far ahead yet.

"I've been thinking," House said suddenly, gripping the handle of his cane tightly. "About what you said?" Cameron held herself perfectly still. House had willingly brought himself to talk about their conversation that morning, and she was convinced that any movement on her part would scare him into not talking. "I'm taking next week off. To go see her." He stopped, chewing on his bottom lip. "I want you to go with me." Cameron's initial reaction was surprise; surprise that House would want to bring her along on a trip that would potentially leave him fragile. But she quickly feigned nonchalance, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"I can do that," she said calmly. House nodded his head curtly, acknowledging that it was a done deal. They quickly slipped back into their usual routine of sitting around watching T.V., occasionally griping about how bad this plotline was, or how unrealistic those breasts looked. It was a typical evening, which House was thankful for. Things had been changing too quickly lately. He needed some routine.

Saturday morning started out the same as any other: Cameron was out of bed before seven, hurling into the toilet, and House was right behind her, holding her hair out of the way. She was thankful for that, but it didn't quite quell the strong guilt that she had for waking him up. Then, as House sat behind her on the edge of the tub with Cameron sitting on the floor between his knees, massaging her shoulders, they both remembered what their plans for the day were.

"Shit," House whispered. Cameron's head lolled back into his lap, so that she could clearly see the expression on his face.

"It won't be that bad," she said gently.

"Yeah. That's what you said about the benefit last October." Cameron winced, remembering the events of that dinner so many months before "And we all know how that turned out."

"I said I was sorry," she said softly. House glanced down, shocked by the sadness in her tone.

"I don't blame you, you know." He really didn't. How was Cameron supposed to know that Emily was going to show up that night? He combed his fingers through her soft hair, wishing that she would laugh and just brush it off.

"Maybe," she whispered. House's heart fell; she blamed herself. How long had she been feeling this way? House hooked his fingers under her arms and lifted her to her knees. Turning her around so the he could look her in the eyes, he asked,

"Is there something you need to tell me?"

She almost did it. She almost told him all about the baby, about how she was so afraid that he would leave her. But Cameron knew better than that. She still wasn't ready to say anything about it yet.

He seriously thought that she would say something. That's why he had asked, anyway. That maybe, if he seemed concerned enough, she would be able to talk to him. It didn't turn out quite like he'd hoped though.

"No," she answered, shaking her head. The lie seemed to upset her stomach, as she clapped a hand tightly over her mouth, moving in front of the toilet.

"Right," House said dubiously. He ran a hand over her rigid shoulders, until she sat back, wiping her hand over her mouth. There was something in his voice that told he something was up. But that was ridiculous; there was no way he could know. She had made Cuddy swear on pain of death that she wouldn't tell a soul. And though it was getting obvious that this was more than just an uneasy stomach, Cameron was fairly sure that her secret was safe. Fairly safe.


City Hall was a stout brick building,with the appearance of having seen over a hundred years, when really it had only just been built. It was surrounded by maple trees that had already started to lose their vibrant green color. On any other given day, House would not have given the place a second thought. But today…today he would've paid anything to watch it be torn to the ground. He might be able to admit that he was glad that Wilson was doing the right thing, and marrying the mother of his child, but it had been his couch Wilson was on every time a marriage went sour. He knew that most of the time it had been his friend's fault. He was just a little worried thatWilson wouldn't be able to make this last.

Cameron, on the other hand, had complete faith in him. Almost as much as Cuddy did. She tried to calm House, who was gripping his cane a little too tight, and had popped one too many Vicodin before they left on the bike (Cameron driving, of course). But it was a lost cause. He was just going to have to suffer through the whole day.

Wilson and Cuddy were waiting for them in the marble-floored lobby. Cuddy was wearing an emerald green dress, one that Cameron had seen before around Christmastime. Her hair was loose around her face, curling perfectly. Rebecca was no where in sight, which Wilson explained was because they were actually able to find a babysitter. The four of them stood around awkwardly for a few minutes, before Wilson suggested that they go upstairs and get hitched. He was trying to be funny, to break the tension that had grown between four friends, but only came off sounding stupid. Cameron smiled, though more for his benefit than anything else. They took the elevator up, their eyes all trained on the glowing circles above the door, ticking off the floors.

The ceremony was quick and relatively painless. They exchanged their vows, Cuddy's voice cracking with tears. Wilson held on to her hand, helping her finish. Seated on a bench behind them, House was trying his best not to fall asleep. He knew that it was considered rude to be so bored at a wedding, but he couldn't help it. It all seemed so fake to him. He caught Cameron wiping at her eyes every few seconds, but he didn't say anything. She had an excuse to be emotional.

Two hours later, they were stepping out into the sunshine. Cuddy and Wilson now sported matching wedding bands, and could not stop smiling at each other.

"Congratulations, you guys," Cameron said warmly. It was easy to tell how happy she was for both of them. The couple then turned to House, expecting something along the same lines from him.

"Right. What she said," he muttered. Wilson smiled appreciatively, knowing that was the best his friend could do.

"Look, we were just going to pick up Rebecca," Cuddy said. "But then were going to go get some lunch. Would you guys like to join us?" House opened his mouth to decline, but Cameron beat him to it.

"Of course we would."

"Meet you at the pond?"

"Sure."

Wilson and House exchanged a glance, the both of them realizing how much everything had changed.

"Come on," House heard Cameron saying. She was tugging on his arm, trying to get him on the bike. "We have to go home and get changed." She waited until House was straddling the bike behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist before saying, "I told you it wouldn't be that bad."

"Yeah," he scoffed. "Right. That's what you say."

Cameron rolled her eyes, and sped them off in the direction of the apartment.