Just wanted to clear up some continuity errors here: I wrote this chapter long before Cuddy's sister's name was revealed in the show and I didn't want to change it. (I believe I wrote it early 2011, might have been right before 'Bombshells' aired, don't remember…this fic has gone through so many revisions it's not even funny. haha). Anyway, in this fic, her sister's name is Katherine.

Also, my apologies for anyone who didn't want a mushy chapter because this is ALL good Huddy mushy fun. :D

Chapter 40:

At about five pm the same day of John Greene's interview, the double doors to Cuddy's office opened quietly, and shut softly a moment later. The soft light of the floor lamp cast a dim glow around the room, enhancing the oak wood desk, where the hospital administrator sat focused, typing away at her computer, as she occasionally glanced down at the 11x17 spreadsheet that was in front of her on the desk.

She was so focused on what was she was doing that she failed to notice the thud of a rubber sole tipped cane hitting the carpet as House made his way across the room to the desk.

Keeping his eyes on the woman in front of him, House noticed that her eyes looked tired and her face showed signs of exhaustion from the long work day.

"Hey," he said quietly, while keeping his eyes on her.

Startled, Cuddy jumped slightly, and tore her eyes away from the computer screen and towards the man who had her heart.

She smiled, happy to see him. "Hey," she said softly, letting her eyes travel swiftly down his face for a split second before moving back up to look into his eyes.

"You look tired," he commented as he sat down in one of two chairs that were in front of the desk, as he surveyed her closely.

Cuddy exhaled and took her hand off the mouse. "I am," she admitted softly, as she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, exhaling softly..

"Then stop and let's go home," House replied, his eyes on her, ready to gauge her immediate reaction.

"I can't," she told him, shaking her head, "I have so much to do. I have to get things ready for the fundraiser party tomorrow night; I have a meeting to prepare for…I have –"

"Stop," House cut her off.

Opening her eyes, Cuddy fixed the man in front of her with a questionable look.

"You're pushing yourself, "House said, locking eyes with her. "Stop," he repeated again.

"Easier said than done," she muttered, casting her eyes back to the screen as her hand found the mouse again.

"You're taking on too many things in one day," House told her.

"Once again, easier said than done," she muttered.

Ignoring her last statement, House stood up and moved swiftly around the desk, so that he wasn't separated by the piece of furniture. Leaning on his cane, he said, "Everything that you are doing right now, you can do tomorrow. It'll still be here when you come back." He paused, waiting for her to say something.

When she didn't, he continued. "Remember what Joe said today," he said, gently.

He watched the mouse on the screen slowly freeze, and then very slowly, move up to the Close icon, and click it after saving the document. Once the Spreadsheet was closed, she shut down the computer.

"Happy?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Yep," House answered. "Now, if I hadn't come down here, you would have probably been still working on that for the next two hours," he stated knowingly.

"You don't know that," Cuddy stated, without turning towards him as she stood up after retrieving her black briefcase from underneath her desk.

House wiggled his eyebrows. "Wanna bet?"

"No!" Cuddy said, as she started to pack up her things.

"Because you know I'm right," House stated.

While she was straightening up her desk, House moved her chair out from behind the desk and stood directly behind her. Leaning his cane on the edge of the desk, he placed both his hands low on her hips and spun her slowly around to face him.

"So, did he get the job?" he asked, referring to the interview that she conducted earlier that day.

Cuddy let a small grin form on her face before answering him. "I cannot discuss potential hires with my current employees," was all she said.

Smirking, House came within inches of her face. "I'll just have to call Wilson and ask him then," he said, as his light icy blue eyes traveled down her face, taking in her features.

"You do that then," she said, with a grin as she turned back around to continue tidying up her desk.

Grinning, House pressed up against her backside, palming her ass with his left hand, causing her to intake a breath and jump slightly.

"Greg! What are you doing?" she whispered, scolding him, "there are people out there!" She directed towards the glass doors where doctors' and nurses' were walking by. The last thing she wanted was to see her employees watching her butt get palmed in public.

"Having fun," replied House, as he lowered his mouth to the side of her collarbone and sucked lovingly, sweeping her raven black hair in front of her shoulder to expose the maximum amount of bare skin.

"Right now is not the time," she hissed under her breath, as she spun around to face him.

Chuckling softly, he silently admired the light pink flush that appeared on her cheeks when she got huffy.

She eyed him with an incredulous look. "What are you laughing at?" she stated in a low voice.

"Nothing," House lied quickly.

Cuddy gave a little snort of disgust and turned back to face her desk.

House smirked, letting his eyes travel down to her perfectly shaped ass.

"Stop looking at my ass," she chirped, without turning around.

He smirked, incredibly turned on by the fact that she knew what he would be doing when it involved a certain part of her body.

"You know, Dr. Cuddy," he began, in a low seductive growl, as he pressed up against her from behind, as he wrapped his arms around her middle and gently stroked her belly, "you anger is quite a turn-on for me."

Choosing not to respond, although a small smile crept upon her face, Cuddy ignored him, and continued to pack her briefcase.

A light knock caused Cuddy to look up and around at the double oak doors where Nurse Brenda was standing on the other side. Cuddy waved her in with a hand.

"Sorry to bother you Lisa, but your sister is on line two."

The head nurse watched as her boss's eyebrows shot up immediately.

"My sister?" Cuddy asked, as if she heard the nurse incorrectly as she fixed her with a questionable look.

Brenda nodded her head. "Line two," she confirmed, before turning and leaving the office, closing the door softly behind her.

"You sound surprised," House finally said, after a moment of silence, as he brought her chair back behind the desk so she could sit down.

"I am," she said, looking at him, and finally sitting down in her chair. "I mean she's my sister, but we don't talk that much, maybe once every six months just to catch up. We're both just so busy…"

"So…maybe now would be a good time to 'catch up'," House suggested.

Cuddy reached for the phone, clicking off the hold button, bringing the phone to her ear. "You sure you don't mind waiting?" she asked him.

House shook his head. "No, I'll just go back to my office…Come up when you're done…"

Cuddy nodded and turned her attention to the phone. "Lisa Cuddy speaking…hey Kate, what's up?"

Katherine Cuddy smirked from the other end of the line, and said, "Nothing much, big sis…or should I say 'baby momma'…"

Cuddy smiled warmly, immediately ready for this conversation. She chuckled softly as she said, "I'm guessing Mom told you?..."

She readjusted the phone against her shoulder, listening to her sister's overexcited response with a warm smile on her face. As she watched through her glass doors as House limped out of the clinic to go back up to his office, she couldn't help but think how lucky she was to find him. Throwing her own thoughts aside, she refocused on her sister's voice through the phone, ready to fill her in on the past few months of her life.

It was almost a quarter before seven when Cuddy made her way up to House's office. She had been on the phone with her sister for almost an hour, finally ending the conversation when she thought of House's reaction when he found out she was still at the hospital and not at home resting with her feet up.

Upon entering the conference room, she saw House writing on the whiteboard in front of him, while Foreman was talking and Cameron was sitting at the glass table scanning over the contents of the manila folder that was in front of her.

Foreman immediately stopped, but Cuddy waved him on with her hand."Keep going, Foreman," she said, as she leaned up against the glass wall and folded her arms across her chest, surveying the man who had his back turned on them, "He does his best work when he's feeding off someone."

Upon hearing Cuddy's voice, House stopped writing, but didn't turn around. "Aren't you supposed to be home by now?" he told her, still facing the board.

"Well, I was," Cuddy replied, "but my sister wouldn't shut up."

Reaching into his pocket, House pulled out the car keys and tossed them lightly over to her, which she caught one-handed. "Go home," he said softly, locking eyes with her before moving his eyes down to her small protruding stomach.

"Are you-" she started to ask.

He shook his head. "Not until later. My patient just spiked a 104 degree fever and is having episodes of bloody diarrhea," House told her, returning his eyes back up to her face as he limped closer to her.

"I'll get someone to bring me home," he continued as if reading her mind. "Go home," he whispered so only she could hear, "you need your rest."

She swallowed and looked up into his icy blue eyes as they showed immediate concern for both her own body and for their child growing inside her womb.

"Okay," she whispered, bringing a hand to rest on her stomach, for just merely seconds ago, she had felt the baby within her stir from a light slumber.

House let his eyes travel down to her stomach for a split second, wanting to rest his hand over hers, ready to feel his son shifting in his mother's womb, but he didn't.

She seemed to pick up on his hesitation of showing such a personal moment in front of his team and moved forward so she could grab his hand without his team looking. Placing his hand on her belly, she watched his mouth curve upward into a small grin as he felt the child inside her womb kick against his hand.

After a few moments, he cleared his throat, as he brought himself out of his thoughts. "I don't want to be here all night," he said, bringing his eyes back up to her face.

"Right," Cuddy said softly, "I'll leave the front unlocked." Turning away from him, she addressed his team. "Are you two coming tomorrow night to the New Year's Eve fundraiser?" she asked Cameron and Foreman, who both nodded.

"We won't be there till later," House commented.

Cuddy turned her head sharply towards him, surprised at his comment. "Care to tell me the reason behind that comment or are you just going to keep me guessing?"

House smirked. "Ever hear of never drinking on an empty stomach?"

Cuddy rolled her eyes at his statement as she turned back to Cameron and Foreman, and said, "Well, since Greg here said that we're making a late entrance, so be it."

Turning back to face House, she said, "Let me know when you're on your way."

He nodded. "Remember what we talked about," he told her quietly.

She responded with a curt nod of the head, and did likewise with the other two doctors' in the room.

As she stepped out of the conference room, Cuddy turned back and saw House facing the board again, his mind reeling of possibilities for his sick patient. She smiled to herself as she thought how brilliant that man could be, yet be so afraid to open up to the world and show a side of himself that is non-egotistical and genuine.

After kicking her shoes off upon returning home, Cuddy went into the bathroom that was just off the master bedroom, and turned the water on to fill up the two-person Jacuzzi tub that sat next to the shower. Changing out of her work clothes, and stripping naked, she climbed into the tub, letting the warm water bring a sense of relaxation after a long stressful work day, as she slowly submerged her body under the warm water.

Cuddy placed both her hands on her stomach, which was growing with every week she progressed in her pregnancy. Now that she was slightly more than halfway through her pregnancy at 21 and a half weeks, she noticed that her belly button was making the transformation from an 'innie' to an 'outie'.

Gently stroking the middle of her belly, she leaned her head back against the cushioned headrest and closed her eyes, taking a deep relaxing breath through her lungs, trying to ignore the ache that was going through her lower back, sustained from sitting all day. Releasing her breath, she continued to rub her slightly rounded stomach with her fingertips.

She had to admit, Parker was right. Yes she loved her job and it always took priority, but right now that was slowly changing as her life took a new crossroad. Now that she was on the way to becoming a mother, there were certain things that she had to not necessarily give up, but cut back on in order to succeed in her part of motherhood.

Cuddy's thoughts shifted to her younger sister. Kate and her were close when they were younger, being just five years apart in age. Right before they graduated college, however, they seemed to be content with going their separate ways, talking occasionally and only seeing each other over break during holidays; hence, it was Thanksgiving Lisa's sophomore year of medical school when she brought Greg over for the first time.

While her parents' pleasantly enjoyed his company, Kate was less than happy at her sisters' choice of a boyfriend. "You just watch. He's going to end up knocking you up and then ditching you for some other 'Flavor of the Hour'," Kate had once said. Other than that one, Lisa didn't hear Kate vocalize her opinions much, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that she wasn't fond of her sister's choice.

Recalling her earlier phone conversation, Lisa wasn't even quite sure if her sister even knew who she was dating. If Kate did, she would have certainly brought it up. But then again, Kate did know that her sister was pregnant, so she would have to know. Maybe she just didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say. There were a thousand reasons, Cuddy thought, why her sister may not have wanted to bring up Gregory House; it's tough to pinpoint just one reason.

Cuddy was brought out of her thoughts as she heard the bathroom door open. Opening her eyes, she saw House's outline in the doorway.

"Hey," she whispered, looking at him as he advanced further into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Silently, giving her a small loving smile, House stripped naked and laid his cane down next to the Jacuzzi. As he carefully climbed into the warm water, Cuddy leaned forward to give him room to sit down behind her. Once he had submerged the lower half of his body underneath the water, he reached forward and laid a hand on her hip, guiding her back down towards him.

She settled herself in between his legs and leaned back against his bare chest. He responded by wrapping his arms around her, gathering her close in front of his body.

"Hi," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe as he slowly traced her skin with his lips all the way to her collarbone. His arms were wrapped around her waist; his hands gently stroking her stomach.

"How's your patient?" she asked him, lolling her head back as she enjoyed the feel of his lips on her neck.

"Better," House replied, still lazily grazing his lips over her collarbone, while he inhaled, getting lost in her scent.

Suddenly, he stopped, bringing his mouth away from her collarbone, as his eyes got wide.

She craned her neck to look up at him. 'What's wrong?" she asked, vaguely curious as to why he stopped so abruptly.

He brought a finger to his lips, and took her hand in his own, placing it on her stomach.

"Nothing," he whispered, smiling shyly as he moved his hand beside hers on her stomach. A second later, they both felt their son give two kicks.

Cuddy's breath hitched in her throat as she felt tears come to her eyes. "Greg…" she whispered, as she moved her other hand up to wipe away the tears that had started to fall from her eyes.

Smiling softly, House moved his mouth to her ear. "I love you," he whispered quietly.

Turning her body slightly to face him, she moved her hand up to caress the scruff on his chin. "I love you too, Greg," she whispered, as her voice strained, as she choked up with emotion partly due to the pregnancy hormones raging through her body.

Cupping her cheek with both of his hands, he stared into her eyes as his thumb and forefinger grazed along her cheekbones, wiping her tears away that were falling silently from her eyes.

"Shhh," he whispered, as he touched his lips to hers, catching her in the kind of soft kiss that left her breathless every time. She gave in, opening her mouth wider so his tongue could slip in.

They kissed fervidly for a few moments; their tongues dancing in unison, caressing one another's as they explored each other's mouths delicately.

Moving his hand down past her stomach underneath the water, House gently spread her legs apart with his hand. She turned so she was facing him, on her knees as her hands ran through his hair, fisting his grey locks between her fingertips.

Without breaking apart from her lips, House thrust two fingers inside her, causing her entire body to jerk as she cried out, feeling an orgasm overtake her.

She moaned into his mouth as she felt her body shake as the excitement sent her over the edge.

After about a minute, House broke off the kiss, bringing his hand back up. Wordlessly, he mentioned for Cuddy to stand up.

Slightly confused, she compiled. Before she even had a chance to open her mouth, House slowly stood up and brought a finger to her lips.

Standing in the tub with the water reaching just below the middle of his thigh, House wrapped an arm around Cuddy, pulling her as close to his wet naked body as he could, and engulfed her lips in another passionate kiss.

"How many people," he murmured against her mouth, "can say that they have seen their boss naked and still live to tell it?"

Cuddy chuckled. "Not many," she admitted.

"Mhmm," House said lazily, as he kissed her again, "I'd say slim to none," he joked, as he caressed the underside of her belly. "What'd ya say we split this joint and go eat?"

At this, Cuddy rolled her eyes. "And in plain English, that means what exactly?" she asked, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands caressing her stomach.

Grazing his lips along her collarbone and tenderly kissing her skin, he murmured, "Or we can just stay here…"

Cuddy shook her head. "I'm cold."

House chuckled, as he stared into her eyes. "Well, you're naked, so what'd you expect?" he teased.
He carefully climbed out of the tub and then helped Cuddy to do the same. They dried each other off and after House hung the two towels on the rack, he wrapped Cuddy up in a fresh soft dry towel.

"Better?" he asked, pulling her to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Yup," she answered him, with a satisfying smile on her face.

Placing a finger underneath her chin, thus forcing her to look up at him, House grinned and teased, "Told ya I was still a stud."

"Mhmm," Cuddy said, placing her hand behind his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. "You're my stud."

House growled in approval and engulfed her lips once more in a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, he broke apart and limped over to his shirt and fished out an orange bottle from the breast pocket.

Unscrewing the cap, he tilted his head back and popped a handful of Vicodin into his mouth.

Cuddy stared at him with a confused expression on her face. "Why the hell did—" she started to berate him.

She was silenced when House limped back over to where she was standing and placed his index finger over her lips.

"So I can do this!" He placed his left hand underneath her butt cheek and started to lift her up. She got the hint and wrapped her legs around him and swung her arms around his neck

Using the wall for guidance, House moved towards the door that connected to Cuddy's bedroom.

Once he stepped through it, he leaned against the door frame. Tracing Cuddy's features with his eyes, he moved his free hand to rest on her stomach, rubbing it with his palm. Resting his head against hers, he caught her lips in a soft kiss.

Without breaking apart from her, House pushed himself lightly off the wall with Cuddy still wrapped possessively around him, and ventured towards the bed.

Yanking back the covers, House set Cuddy down on her back on the bed. She responded by wrapping her hand around his neck, pulling him down towards her.

He carefully climbed on top of her, his mouth crashing down upon hers possessively.

"You sure we're doctors' and not an immature teenage couple?" Cuddy joked, tracing his face with her eyes as their mouth's finally separated.

"Mhmm…" House murmured, as he moved his mouth down to suck lovingly on her neck. "Dunno…"

House stopped as he was startled by the ringing of his phone as it sounded throughout the bedroom.

"Don't pick it up," murmured Cuddy from beneath him as she closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of his lips on her skin.

"It might be the team," House muttered, as he continued to plant tiny kisses lazily along her collarbone. Very reluctantly, he rolled off of her and limped to where his phone was in his jacket pocket.

Pulling it out, he stared at the screen. "Wilson," he read aloud the word that illuminated the screen.

"He got the job," Cuddy suddenly said, still keeping her eyes closed.

"What?"

"John. He got the job," she repeated.

House raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

Cuddy nodded, her eyes open as she looked over at him with a smile on her face. "Mhmm…"

"Well, in that case…," House began, as he set the phone down and worked his way back over to where his naked boss was eagerly waiting for him, her curly raven black hair fanned out around her, and eased himself down on top of her once more, "…where were we?"

Yup... definitely mushy... Glad John got the job?

There wil be some major interaction between House and Kate (Cuddy's younger sister) in the near future so stay tuned.