Here it is, the final part to Seamless. I do have a third installment in the works, so hopefully I'll get the first chapter of that up soon. Thank all of you so much for your support throughout Cracks and now Seamless. Your reviews have definitely helped me push through those awful days of writer's block. And I hope the next fic is up to your standards. Now, on to the very-nearly-mushy and probably also corny goodness.


Rebecca Rae Wilson was most definitely a daddy's girl.

At first, Wilson had been cautious around his daughter. He hadn't been around young children very often in his adult life, but he was quickly making up for lost time. Rebecca was now old enough to spend most of her days at the hospital daycare center, and Wilson made it apart of his daily routine to stop in for at least a half hour. The nurses on that floor would stop on their way through their rounds, watching the two of them through the glass walls with an expression of mixed happiness and jealousy.

Cuddy was glad to be back at work, relieved to see that Wilson hadn't completely run her beloved hospital into the ground. When she first saw House and Cameron sneaking into an exam room, she knew something was different. Cameron had called her in tears while they were in Florida, so she knew about the miscarriage, and she knew that Cameron had no intention of telling House. But she saw in House an uncharacteristic mischievous gleam, and she had a feeling that she knew what was going on. She decided that Rebecca would soon be getting her own playmate.

Foreman and Chase on the other hand, were quite sure of what was unfolding. Unfortunately for them, they had the misfortune to stumble into an occupied exam room, and, to their horror, finding House in the middle of ravishing their fellow duckling. House managed to throw a few snappy words at them, getting them to back out of the room with minimal snickering. He had quickly moved to continue from where they'd been so rudely interrupted, but for Cameron, the mood had been shredded, charred, and then thrown into a vat of bodily fluids.

To say the least, the atmosphere around the office after that was tense and awkward, despite House's constant attempts at lightening the mood – for Cameron's sake.

Exactly thirty-nine days after their decision to purposely try for a baby, Cameron emerged from the bathroom, a subtly playful smile on her face. House had been sitting on the couch, nursing his small glass of scotch, when she grabbed his wrist, urging him to follow. His heart was fluttering annoyingly in his chest; he had seen her going into the bathroom clutching a little pink box. He knew what had been in the box, and he was pretty sure he knew what was awaiting him.

Cameron stopped him just outside the bathroom, pushing him against the wall and placing her lips lightly on the exposed 'V' of skin where he had unbuttoned his shirt.

"I love you."

Her breath was hot on his skin as the words tumbled from her mouth. He thought about returning the sentiment, but Cameron snatched his wrist again, pushing him into the bathroom. He immediately recognized the little plastic stick that was resting on the edge of the sink. His heart started its fluttering again as he turned, catching Cameron's glowing smile.

"I love you."

It was his voice this time that delivered the chills up her spine. He didn't need to look at the tiny plastic fortune teller to know what it said. He took a step forward, resting his cane against the doorframe. Then, his face nuzzled against her warm neck, he let a hand wander under her shirt, his fingers splaying across her stomach.

"Both of you," he added, his breath raising goose bumps along her neck. "Forever."


FIN