Sorry for the delay, guys. Here's more Huddy.

Chapter 88:

The patient was stable, but far from getting any better. House did not want to go into the hospital early Saturday morning, so that morning, the differential diagnosis session took place in the Cuddy/House residence.

It was eight in the morning and House, Cameron and Foreman were well in the midst of throwing out possible diagnoses for Colin, their sick six year-old patient. Since there was no whiteboard available to work with, Hose dug up a large piece of poster board found in Cuddy's home office that was used to write the symptoms on, plus possible diseases.

"Optical atrophy and diabetes insipidus," Foreman read off the poster board. He leaned back against the couch, "But he is only losing his peripheral."

"Peripheral neuropathy would explain the eye problem," Cameron piped up.

"But not the deafness," Foreman replied.

"And not the urine issues," House added.

"But it does explain the pituitary issues," Cameron pushed, determined to make a stab at the diagnosis.

"Did you hear Foreman? It does not explain the kid's deafness! He's the neurologist here, not you."

"He's also been drinking enough water to pee every five minutes and yet, the bag remains almost empty," House added.

"Could it be a genetic thing? Family history of deafness could lead us to something," Foreman asked.

"He's got the diabetes thing already, which is odd. That early of an onset..."

The three of them continued throwing around different diagnoses for their patient. Half an hour later, House stood, frustrated. They were hardly getting anywhere.

"Keep going," he told them, before grabbing his cane and limping down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Opening the door, he saw Cuddy standing by her closet wearing jeans and a bra, her hair still damp from the shower.

"Hey." He limped over to her.

She smiled warmly at him. "Hi. Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you out there. Seems like you are making good progress."

House leaned down and kissed her. "Not enough.

"And now that you've made me feel like a horrible hostess in my own home...," Cuddy began as she pulled a loose fitting dark blue v-neck shirt over her head

"Oh come on, it's just my team."

Cuddy wandered into the bathroom to towel dry her hair. House followed, coming up behind her and placing his hands low on either side of her hips, working his hands into her jeans.

"Stop! You have work to do!" Cuddy reprimanded.

"Says who?" House asked, as he swept her curly locks away from her neck and lowered his lips down to graze the skin.

"Says me!" She pulled away from him

House scowled and palmed her ass with his hand before limping out of the bathroom.

"Who said you can sit in on the differential?" House asked, accepting a mug of coffee from Cuddy as he sat down in the armchair in the living room.

Cuddy smirked as she passed a mug of tea to Cameron. "Didn't know I needed to ask anyone since I'm the one who signs your paychecks," she responded cheekily.

"Touché,"

"So I'm guessing this case isn't going so well?" Cuddy asked, settling back against the couch beside Cameron as she scanned the symptoms.

"No," Cameron told her.

"You get a family history?"

"So you think it's genetic too?" Foreman asked her.

Cuddy shrugged. "I wouldn't rule it out if it were me." She looked over at House. "And don't put all your energy into this case. You have Vegas."

"Which I am prepared for. This kid on the other hand -"

"Any family history of deafness?" Cuddy interrupted, ignoring House's remark.

"The mom's sister was deaf," Cameron replied, "The report said C.O.D. was natural causes." She paused.

"At fifty three."

Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Or something else...so, family history is there..."

"Mom's sister also had high blood pressure."

"Yeah, diabetes in a kid this young, plus all the other unexplainable symptoms is just...odd," Cuddy replied out loud. "You said only peripheral loss?"

"So far," Foreman told her.

Getting frustrated, House slowly stood and grabbed his cane. "Keep going," he told Cuddy and his team as he paced in front of the coffee table, thinking.

"Wait, you said earlier about this kid not having control of his bowels, right?" Cuddy suddenly asked.

Foreman and Cameron both nodded, peering at her curiously.

"Has there been any other loss of muscle control, partial or otherwise, anywhere else in the body?"

"His grasp seemed weak, but that could - " Cameron started.

"Any shortness of breath?"

"What are you getting at?" Foreman asked, peering at her closely.

"A healthy kid doesn't suddenly start losing his vision at six years old and also should not have GI problems or an onset of diabetes," Cuddy reiterated.

"One of my first cases at a hospital out in Michigan when I was fresh out of medical school was a boy about seven, maybe eight years old. Almost the same symptoms but presented with hardly any muscle weakness and no irregular bowel problems aside from a stomach ache."

"Still don't know what this has to do with anything," House interrupted impatiently.

"This boy's vision just kept getting worse and worse, just like your patient," Cuddy continued, ignoring House's interruption. "He came in again after needing stitches from falling off his bike and he was losing far too much blood for a simple fall. Excessive bleeding. We found an ulcer."

"What's this have to do with our patient?" House demanded, "He's not bleeding!"

"Will you shut up?! I'm getting there!" Cuddy shot at him.

"So what was the final diagnosis?" Cameron asked her quickly, shooting her boss a dirty look.

"Wolfram's syndrome."

Silence.

Foreman who stared at the symptoms, spoke first. "That's taking a stab in the dark, but you may be onto something here...House?"

Cuddy looked over at him.

"That could explain the partial loss of function, urinary tract problems and the diabetes early onset," House finally muttered, staring at the symptoms. "If he inherited that specific gene..." He stopped, lost in thought.

"Go run his DNA. Look for any gene or mutation that tells us something is wrong. Then test for Wolfram's," he finally barked, directing at the two doctors on his team.

"House, that could take all day!" Cameron exclaimed.

"Or two," Foreman added.

"And the kid might get worse, in which case, he might not have all day. You two, on the other hand, do, so go."

"You enjoyed that," House deduced, as he followed Cuddy into the kitchen after letting Foreman and Cameron out the front door.

Cuddy said nothing as she dumped the dirty coffee mugs that she was carrying into the sink.

Failing to read her body language, House limped beside her and smirked, watching her closely as she washed the dishes.

"Tease," he added, lightly smacking her ass with his hand, causing her to squeal loudly and jump.

"Hey!" she cried out.

Grinning, House moved behind her, placing his hands low on either side of her hips. "Tell me you enjoyed that," he growled in her ear.

"Fine, I enjoyed it a bit," Cuddy answered him, still not giving him the satisfaction.

"You're lying," House replied, as he wrapped his arms around her belly from behind, burying his face in her curls.

Failing to hide her smirk, Cuddy chuckled softly.

"See? See?" House demanded. "All lies! You enjoyed working that case. I knew it!"

"Are you done feeding your ego?"

House scowled and moved his hand back to her hip. Lowering his head, he grazed his lips against her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, planting feather-light kisses on the skin.

Placing the dishtowel down on the countertop beside the sink, Cuddy wiped her hands before turning around.

"Maybe," House answered her as he readjusted his hands on her hips before pulling her close so that her belly was nestled against him.

Cuddy gripped his biceps tightly, cupping her fingers around the toned muscle before leaning her head forward, inhaling his scent as she rested her forehead on his chest.

House lifted her chin with his finger and planted a soft kiss on her mouth.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispered.

"It'll only be for five days," House reassured her, but he knew it was going to be hard for both of them. They had never been apart for more than two days at a time.

"And besides, I'm not leaving right now," he joked.

"True."

"And besides, I have porn."

Cuddy smacked him on the arm. "I can't believe you just said that!" she scolded him.

"Don't go any further," she added when he had opened his mouth. "Please."

House grinned. "Those hot babes don't compare to you anyway," House replied, as he went to kiss her again.

"I was impressed with the Wolfram's," he added.

"Let's not count our chickens yet," Cuddy told him, "But thanks. And keep on brown nosing me. See what that gets you..."

"Still, it was an impressive possibility," he replied, referring to her diagnosis, as he lowered his head and kissed her again.

She brought her hands around his neck, caressing the nape of his neck as she slowly deepened the kiss, their mouths slowly and hungrily yearning for each other.

House lifted the hem of her v-neck, working his hands underneath as he caressed the underside of her belly with his hand. His other hand slid up her back as he undid her bra clasp one handed.

"Bedroom?" he gasped, as they both pulled back for air.

"What, is the kitchen off limits?" Cuddy teased, as she playfully bit his bottom lip. She unbuttoned his jeans as she worked her hand inside.

House grabbed her hand and motioned for her to follow him as he limped down the hallway toward the bedroom.

Once inside, Cuddy lightly pushed House to a seating position on the bed and then grabbed a pillow that was behind him. House moved as close to the edge of the bed as possible as Cuddy gently lowered herself down to a kneeling position.

Her long raven curls tickled his cock as she leaned forward, as she grabbed his cock between her lips, skillfully using her tongue up and down the shaft.

A groan erupted from the back of House's throat. "Ohh God, Lisa."

"Move back," Cuddy demanded, taking her mouth off his now erect cock. She placed her hands on his knees and with a grunt, lifted herself up to a standing position.

Doing as he was told, House scooted further back as Cuddy followed. He kicked his jeans and boxers off and pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.

Assisting Cuddy with removing her jeans, House placed two pillows against the headboard and Cuddy scooted backwards, propped up with her back against the pillows.

Splaying her legs open after rolling over her, House nuzzled her inner thighs with his lips, making his way around her groin area. He carefully licked her clit, letting his tongue explore her folds.

Cuddy whimpered softly.

House pulled back after a few seconds and kissed his way up to her neck, planting tiny kisses along her arm and across her shoulder and collarbone.

Carefully, he eased himself in between her legs and slowly entered her.

Cuddy opened her eyes. Gray-green eyes locked onto piercing light blue as House pumped slowly into her.

Lowering down, House captured her lips in a possessive kiss as their bodies still fit in a perfect rhythm.

"I love you," Cuddy breathed quietly, withdrawing from the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

House nuzzled her neck. His hands gripped the headboard above him as he changed positions, still nestled in between her thighs as he was cognizant of her pregnant belly. He pumped faster, grinding against her hips.

"God, Lisa, you feel so good," he cried out, groaning.

Cuddy closed her eyes and relished at his touch.

House waited until he knew she was close and he pumped harder into her one last time before pulling out and rolling over onto his side.

"That was amazing," he finally breathed softly as he caught his breath.

Cuddy smiled and snuggled up to his side. "Yeah," she whispered, as her breathing started to slow down.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, entangled in the sheets. House leaned sideways and planted a tiny kiss on her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. His other hand rested on top of her own on her belly.

"Was that 'You were right in the diagnosis' sex?" Cuddy asked, chuckling.

House grinned. "Maybe." He turned onto his side, propping up on his elbow.

"Tease." Cuddy picked her head up and kissed him.

Rolling onto her back with a groan, she laid a hand on her side and winced, closing her eyes.

"You okay?" House asked, concerned.

She nodded. "I'll be fine."

"Hungry?"

She shook her head. "Food is the last thing on my mind right now," she said, groaning, "But go right ahead."

House gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then rolled out of the bed.

"When Stan's coming?" Cuddy opened her eyes and rolled onto her good side as she hugged a pillow to her chest.

Grabbing his jeans and t-shirt and putting them on, House then grabbed his cane. "In a bit," he told her, "I'm going to make a sandwich. Crazy sex makes me starved."

Cuddy laughed and threw her pillow at him. "Oh stop."

He deflected it and limped out of the bedroom.

Watching him as he limped down the hallway from her spot on the bed, Cuddy smiled to herself as she caressed her belly and leaned back against the pillows.

She was amazed at the changes in House over the past few months. Ever since she had gotten pregnant, she had wondered whether she would have to do it all on her own - whether he would stay.

"You've stepped up in ways I never even dreamed were possible for you," she whispered to herself as she reminisced on how far House had come. "I'm so proud of you."

As she reminisced a short while longer, Cuddy wondered to herself if House would ever consider marriage a possibility. She knew when he and Stacy were together, they had both dismissed the idea. As long as they had each other, that was what mattered. And Stacy never was big on making it official.

Cuddy had always dreamed of marrying young in her twenties and then settling down, but then her career came first, and thus, the thought of wearing a white dress on that one special day dissipated from her mind. Put on hold for a later time.

And currently, she could never be happier.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she let herself down off the bed, dressed and left the bedroom to see what House was up to.

While House and Stan Gisner were discussing their case for the medical conference for the following Wednesday in Las Vegas, Cuddy took some time to run some errands and to go grocery shopping to pick up a few things. On the way back, she treated herself to a much-needed massage.

Driving home, she made plans with Wilson and John for the four of them to get together for dinner that night. As she walked back into the house, she unpacked the groceries and heard House and Stan still discussing their presentation. Deciding it was best not to interrupt their flow, she grabbed her book off the entry table and headed into the bedroom, as she waited for House to be finished with his prep work for Las Vegas.