A/N: Oh, and I'm going back to school now, so the chapters (I still hope) will be pretty regular in their coming. If not, that's the main reason. Cue the jaws music; lights are going off, walls are coming down…beware…The Fluff Chapter!

Chapter 8: Designation

"Oh, come on! I had just two drinks, Robbie!" Pip drunkenly pleaded. "Oh, fine; three vodka shots, now just one round in bed!"

"No. Bed or you'll be more hopeless than you usually are after you drink all of tomorrow too." Chase said, taking her by the right wrist to their bed.

"Robbie! At least lemme do this…" she slurred while forcing her lips against his, pulling her skirt down as they kissed their way across the room to the sleeping grounds. The moment ceased as she slipped on her heel, knocking them both onto the sheets.

"See? Now you've got the ability to do that." He cried while trying to slide out from underneath her. Not that he was worried about the baby too much, but more the fact that she was pressing down on his chest and it was beginning to hurt.

"God, get off. I can't breathe!"

"Oh, so now that I'm drunk, you can admit I'm fat!" she laughed hysterically. "Pot calling the kettle black: you've been packing on poundage lately, and I can't inhale satay rice like you've been lately." With that comment, she smacked him lightly on the hip.

"I'm pregnant, what do you expect?"

Pip sighed, and flopped down beside him. "Huh, you're right. I guess I'm just gonna miss my athletic Australian boyfriend, and make some room for my big, baby-bellied boy…"she said, suddenly becoming interested in how many buttons on his shirt she could clumsily undo.

"Alright, this calls for drastic action." Chase thought, aiming for the most ticklish point on his girlfriend: the armpits. She shrieked and yelped like a hyena, falling back on the bed in defeat, for now.

"That. Was uncalled for!" she wailed. "You evil little-"

"Quiet. The neighbours hate us already; we don't want to encourage 'em."

"Fine, fine, just no more tickling me, okay?" she begged, while running her hand down his torso.

"It could be the vodka thinking, but I-slash-it thinks you're starting to show."

"Pregnancy doesn't show at three months!" Chase defensively sniffed.

"Some unfortunate mothers do." She smirked; resting her head on the pillows near his shoulder. "Besides, I think it's cute. You're built all the way along, and then, pop! There's this little bump, right here." Pip pointed around his navel.

"You are drunk. We are going to sleep before we wake the whole floor up." Chase said, falling back onto the pillows and allowing Pip to kiss him on the cheek before she snuggled up to him.

Sounding sleepier than she'd been before, Pip knew that she could not win, might as well surrender. "Alright, no sex tonight I guess. I'll go to sleep so our baby's not kept up All Night Long."

Chase smiled and ran his fingers through her hair as her eyes slowly closed. Not being the intoxicated one, he decided to have a double take on what they'd "discussed". Pip wasn't a complete idiot when drunk, more like she loosened up and spoke her mind inadvertedly.

Our baby. Our baby. The idea of it seemed uncertain; House hadn't even got a blood sample off her. "He's probably going to test Cameron, and anybody else who I told him about. Pip would go crazy if anybody told her that what she thought rightfully wasn't hers." He thought.

Yes, that was about right, like now as she unconsciously stroked his stomach. Sweet, but very, very spoilt as a girl. Highly protective of anything she was given, or came to her…

"Hey, did it hurt?" the curvy girl at the bar simpered

"Sorry?" Chase asked as he felt her blonde friend come up behind him. They were onto something alright.

"When you fell out of heaven, Angel!" Pip, five and a half months ago laughed. He knew which of the two he preferred.

Huh, that's how they'd wound up in the same bed after New Year's Eve. Maybe alcohol had fuelled this whole relationship with her…

No. They were happy. They had moved into his apartment, went out on the weekends if they hadn't been out at a bar (only Pip would do the drinking usually), knew each other like they'd been together since high school, and most importantly, he hoped, loved each other. Now, due to some bizarre hormone disorder, were expecting a baby.

Yes, their baby.

A/N: Oooh, that's not too bad for fluff. Now, the big surprise: Is it REALLY Pip's Joey? Last chance to make your bets on who the mother is! Tips can be put on:

Pip

Idnax

Racknell

Nurse #1

Nurse #2

Cameron

Cuddy

Random blonde chick at the bar

Got any ideas? C'mon, I'm curious…