Hi everyone,

I apologize for the LONGGGGG hiatus. I'll try not to let it happen again. Be reassured that this story is still very much alive and well.

-Dave Lippman will come back throughout the story

-This chapter focuses on House/Cuddy.

Where we left off:

After dinner, House welcomed the solitude. His leg was sore after a long and busy day of standing and walking, and he wanted nothing better than to sit in the whirlpool and let the warm water and soothing jets relax his aching thigh.

After his bath, House changed into his boxers and poured himself a Johnny Walker Black on the rocks from an airplane bottle he found in the mini fridge in the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Room service," a high-pitched female voice said.

The knocking got very persistent,.

Annoyed, House threw a robe on over his boxers and limped to the door, ready to chastise room service on their inability to follow simple directions such as getting the right room number on an order.

"You have the wrong..." he started to say, but his voice caught in his throat.

"...room number..." he finished out, slowly. His mouth gaped open in absolute shock.

Standing stoically in front of him was Lisa Cuddy, wearing nothing but a long beige trench coat with a silver buckle, and black knee high leather boots. Her curly raven hair was down, let loose around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

Wordlessly, Cuddy opened her jacket, revealing nothing underneath except fishnet stockings and lavender g-string panties that she knew House loved.

Cuddy smirked at his inability to comprehend what was happening.

House felt himself immediately get hard. He glanced down at his hard cock before looking up at her again.

"What are you - get in here," he growled in a low voice, as he pulled her over the threshold and looked down either side of the hallway, before grinning and shutting the door.

Chapter 93

As he let the door shut behind him, House finally took in the sight before him.

Immediately, his hands were on Cuddy's face stroking her warm cheekbones as he kissed her fully on the mouth. The kiss was gentle and full of longing. His hands moved down and pushed her coat down so that it fell off her shoulders.

Their mouths never separated as they hungrily yearned for one another's presence. Cuddy's hands moved swiftly to untie House's robe and he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. House moved his hands slowly down her body, caressing every inch. His hands halted at her hips as his thumb caressed the side of her protruding belly as he worked his hand inside her panties.

Finally breaking off the kiss, House pulled back, searching her eyes silently.

"Hi," he whispered.

"Hi," she echoed back, matching his tone.

"Surprised?" she asked softly.

"Very."

Cuddy removed her jacket entirely as House let out a low whistle, causing her to blush deeply.

"You like?"

House gave her a lingering once over as his hand cupped her breast. "You bet your ass I do. C'mere!" He readjusted his hand on her hip, pulling her as close as her growing belly would allow.

Breathing in her scent, he kissed the side of her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone, moving across her chest and up to the opposite side. Nibbling on her ear, he whispered quietly, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you," she echoed back softly.

House faced her and guided her towards the bed before lowering her carefully onto her back. He then slowly removed her boots and tossed them on the floor.

Grabbing two pillows from the floor, he handed them to Cuddy, who scooted back against the headboard, cushioning her back. Climbing onto the bed after her, House splayed her legs apart, working his hand into her panties while he removed his boxers with his other hand.

As he caressed her locks of pubic hair, House pinned himself on either side of the outside of her thighs and removed her panties with his other hand. She lifted her hips to assist him.

Tossing her panties on the floor, House splayed her legs wider apart and dived between them, his tongue lapping at her clit. Being mindful of her bruise, he moved his hand to rest on her belly, his fingers splayed. Cuddy moved her hand down to rest on top of his.

Very skillfully, House continued to move his tongue around her clit and lap between her walls, moving faster as he heard her gasp of excitement. He grinned.

Cuddy arched her back as she came close. She whimpered, as she could not take it any longer. House continued, loving the fact that she was losing control.

Stopping, House moved so that he was above her, and eased himself carefully between her legs.

"Fuck," she whispered. She opened her eyes to see House raising one curious eyebrow.

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly.

House chuckled. "Caught by surprise?"

"A little," she responded.

House leaned down and kissed her on the lips, his hand caressing her inner thigh. Breaking apart, he glanced lovingly down at her, admiring every inch of her face and body.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Hi," she whispered. Her hand caressed her stomach as she felt her son wake up.

House kissed her again as she reached up her hands and pulled him lower, her hands around his neck, her fingers running through his hair.

"Hi," he replied softly.

"I love you," she whispered.

Shifting slightly so that his bad leg wasn't taking all of his weight, House slowly entered her. She gasped, her eyes closing once more.

Their hips grinded in unison as they began to make love. House pressed his palms against the headboard for support as he rocked his pelvis against hers. His hand moved down and caressed her belly while she wrapped her arms around his back.

"Greg, ohh," she cried out. She threw her head back. House continued to pump into her.

"Fuck," he cried out as he too neared orgasm. "Lisa, you feel so fucking good," he groaned as they continued.

Finally pulling out of her, House rolled over onto her back next to her, out of breath.

Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her close as he continued to catch his breath.

"That," he said, once he had caught his breath, "was totally worth the wait."

Cuddy turned her head, glancing at him sheepishly. "Definitely."

House brushed his lips against her shoulder. "I love you too," he whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe.

They lay in silence, House stroking her arm as she lay with her head on his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his belly button.

"You did well today," Cuddy finally spoke up.

"Thank you." House smirked. "When did you come?"

"About an hour before the presentation."

"Was it a spur of the moment thing or..." His voice trailed.

Looking up at him, Cuddy grinned and replied, "I knew I was coming since Monday."

"And you kept this a secret from me?"

Cuddy's grin became wider as she chuckled loudly. "Yep. Stan was in on it."

"Oh, you're bad." His hand found her ass and he slapped her ass cheek.

Cuddy giggled. "Hey!"

"That's for keeping me in the dark," House growled before lowering his head, brushing his lips against hers.

When they broke apart, Cuddy smirked. "I think you left a mark on my ass."

"You deserved it," House replied, cheekily. "Did you eat?"

"Not since this afternoon. Did you?"

"Yeah. Stan and I ate before. You want to order something from room service?"

"Sure, as long as I can eat while admiring you naked," she giggled.

House spanked her again and turned away to grab the menu off the side table.

Cuddy's high pitched laughter suddenly turned to a sharp cry of pain as she felt her son kick right against the bruise on the side of her stomach. Immediately, she rested a hand on her stomach and winced at the pressure.

House whipped around, an immediate look of concern on his face. "What's wrong?"

"He just...kicked my bruise," Cuddy gasped out softly, her eyes still closed, a grimace on her face. She winced as she felt another kick.

"Want me to do anything?"

Cuddy opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes watering. "Don't think you can," she replied, as she tried gently to rub the side of her stomach in an effort to make the baby shift positions.

"Just has to...move on his own," she whispered as she grimaced.

Resuming his position on the bed, House laid a hand on her stomach and gently caressed the skin. "Just try and relax," he whispered in her ear.

Cuddy moved her head to lay on his chest and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. She grimaced once more as she felt a fourth kick and squeezed House's hand.

"Relax," she heard him say. "Think he's hungry?"

Cuddy didn't respond. Very slowly, she shifted onto her back, hoping the movement would help.

"He might be," she finally answered. She glanced down at her bruise, gingerly laying her hand on it, wincing at the contact.

"Easy," House said, watching her. "You probably should put ice on that for a few minutes. I'll get you some." He went to stand but Cuddy grabbed his hand and he looked back at her questionably.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," House replied, squeezing her hand. "Sure you'll be okay for five minutes?"

"I'll be fine."

"Want me to get you a salad?"

"Probably best, yeah."

"Has he kicked you since you shifted to your back?"

"Not yet."

House squeezed her hand a second time before turning and grabbing his cane.

He slipped on a robe. "I'll be back," he told her, as he limped out the door in search of an ice room.

After fifteen minutes had passed, Cuddy opened her eyes and reached her hand up, running her fingers through House's hair.

Jerking awake, House lifted his chin from Cuddy's shoulder.

As Cuddy lay with the ice pack on her side, House was in the spooning position behind her. "How's the bruise?" he murmured, kissing her bare shoulder lightly.

"Better," she whispered. "I think he stopped kicking that spot." She gently lifted the ice off her side ad keeping it wrapped in the cloth, reached over and set it down on the side table beside the bed.

Settling back against House's body, she felt his arms wrap around her and she leaned into his warm embrace. House swept her long raven hair away from her shoulder as he kissed her neck lightly.

"Thanks for coming to Vegas," he said quietly into her ear.

Cuddy raised her head and turned to look at him. "You're so welcome." House leaned forward and met her lips as they shared a passionate kiss.

"There's someone I want you to meet tomorrow," Cuddy told him once they had broken apart.

"You know I hate meeting people," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"I know. But trust me, you'll like him."

"And who am I going to like?"

Cuddy tsked. "You'll find out tomorrow," she replied.

House moved his hand to grab her ass. "Tease," he growled.

She grinned and settled back against his body. He wrapped his arms around her as they closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep until a knock on the door with room service awakened them again.

On Thursday morning, House and Cuddy awoke and took a nice long leisurely shower together, which if course consisted of some teasing and sloppy fooling around.

Nothing was planned except for the evening cocktail hour and dinner, so House and Cuddy had the entire day to themselves.

After dressing, they headed to the main floor, where they went to Citizens Kitchen and Bar for some breakfast. Cuddy ordered the Granola and Fruit parfait with a side of grapefruit while House ordered the Blueberry Belgian waffle with a side of sausage.

"You won't puke on me, right?" House asked, in reference to ordering sausage.

Cuddy rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh wait, that's bacon. my bad."

Cuddy ignored him.

"So what's the plan for today?" she asked, after taking a sip of her carrot juice.

"Why do you always have to have a plan?"

Cuddy shrugged. "My nature, I guess."

'Well," House began, grabbing her hand that was on the tabletop. "Since we don't have to be anywhere until say, 5 o'clock, I figure we can go to the pool, do some naughty things in the room...I'm pretty sure I can find ways to make the time fly by...maybe go to a strip club..." He let his voice trail off for emphasis.

"Hey, not funny!"

She was interrupted when Dave Lippman appeared in her line of vision.

"David!" she called out.

The pediatrician looked around from conversing with a waitress. He grinned and waved, holding up a finger. A minute later, he walked over to the table where Cuddy and House were sitting.

"Lisa," Dave began, "how are you?" The two embraced.

"Good, good." Cuddy turned toward House in a way of introductions.

"Greg, this is David Lippman. He works at Newark Beth Israel as a pediatrician. Dave, Greg House, as promised."

Dave reached out his hand. "Dr. House it's an honor," he began. "Don't get up."

"Wasn't going to," House said, eying Dave skeptically.

Cuddy shot him an icy glare. "Greg..." she started, curtly.

Dave snickered. "Wow, that was cold."

House extended a hand and shook the fellow doctor's hand. "How'd you get yourself on the list to meet the 'infamous Gregory House' I wonder? I assume you didn't sleep with her." He jerked his head in Cuddy's direction, who looked slightly mortified.

Dave laughed. "We met on the plane ride here."

"Oh, so that's why my ears were ringing," House retorted.

"By the way, great presentation yesterday," Dave told him.

House turned his head. "How much did she pay you to say that?"

Cuddy chuckled. "Don't mind him, Dave. Accepting compliments aren't his strong suit."

'Well, don't let me keep you two," Dave told them. "We'll meet up at the cocktail party later."

"Absolutely," Cuddy replied.

Once they had finished breakfast, House and Cuddy spent a few hours walking the famous 'Vegas strip' sightseeing after House had done his stretches and PT exercises that he promised Laura, his physical therapist, he would do. In the afternoon, House changed into his swim trunks and headed down to the indoor heated pool, waiting for Cuddy to join him after she finished her pre-natal massage.

Stretching out on a blue chaise lounge, House stared out at the somewhat busy pool before turning his attention to the newspaper on his lap. He noticed a mother in the pool with her son, who looked no more than eight or nine years old. He watched as the little boy splashed the mother then laughed as the woman scolded him.

A few minutes later, he saw Cuddy walking towards him, two towels under her arm.

"Hey."

"Hey," she replied, as she tossed two towels on the chair next to him before bending down and kissing him on the mouth.

"How was your massage?" he asked when they broke apart.

"It was fantastic," she replied.

"Glad to hear it." He sat up. "Care to join me in the pool?" He grabbed Cuddy's hand to assist himself in standing.

Cuddy disrobed to reveal a black and silver bikini, with her bump exposed.

House whistled. "Remind me again why we have to be in public right now."

Cuddy slapped him lightly on the arm. Offering him a hand, together they made their way to the steps that led to the far shallow end of the pool.

Once he submerged his body in the water, House limped over to the side of the pool in the shallow end where he could rest his back up against a wall. He positioned Cuddy in front of him, with her back leaning against the front of his chest, and let his hands rest on her hips.

Cuddy allowed herself to lean back against him, her mind thinking.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, House glanced sideways at her.

"Stop worrying about the hospital. It's not burning down in your absence," he told her, after a few moments of silence between them.

She glanced at him warily. "What makes you think I'm -"

"I can tell," House interrupted.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Ok, Sherlock."

"Your wheels are turning. You're thinking about all the things Brenda could have possibly screwed up because you aren't there...Tell me that's not true."

Cuddy blatantly ignored him.

House grinned and lowered his head, kissing her bare neckline and shoulder. "I love it when I'm right about you," he murmured against her warm skin.

"Are you done feeding your ego?" Cuddy mused, as she turned around to face him more directly, her hands on his waist.

"You need to relax and stop worrying about work. You'll have the weekend to catch up," House reassured her. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Cuddy leaned into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his body. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small boy, the same boy who House was watching earlier, point at them and say to the woman next to him, "Mommy, why is she kissing her dad?"

The mother tried to quiet her son but it was too late.

Cuddy glanced at the woman and smiled, trying to ease the blow of the aggressiveness of the innocent child's words, but the damage was already done. The mother turned a shade of crimson, smiled apologetically and hurried her son off to the other side of the pool.

Cuddy turned towards House, who had remained silent throughout the entre ordeal, staring off to the side. She tried to read his facial expression and tone, but was unsuccessful.

House glanced at the wall clock. "Cocktail party starts in about two hours. We should probably go get changed," he said, refusing to look at Cuddy.

"Right," Cuddy responded softly. She reached out her hand, which House took as he began limping towards the stairs that led out of the pool.

She opened her mouth, but then closed it when words failed her.

As she dried off and slipped her robe back on, all she could bring herself to do was to silently follow in House's wake as they proceeded back upstairs to the room.

Once back in the hotel room, Cuddy headed to the bathroom to take a shower, while House got dressed.

House poked his head in the bathroom. "Mind if I join you?" he said, in a low, seductive growl, as he saw the outline of her naked body behind the glass door of the shower.

Cuddy chuckled and opened the door slightly, poking her head out. "If you want to be late, sure...Maybe later."

"Tease," House yelled as he headed back out to grab a pair of pants.

When he was done dressing, he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Cuddy to finish.

He thought about the encounter that happened earlier at the pool. Yes, he knew he looked older for his age and yes, he did think of people's reactions of him and Cuddy, but never thought that people viewed him as someone old enough to be her father: The thought undoubtedly shocked him enough.

House also wasn't the type of person who cared about what people thought, so it surprised him that he would suddenly dwell upon the fact that some people would view him as his girlfriend's father.

"Someone's far away..."

House looked towards the entrance to the bathroom to see Cuddy standing there, wearing a royal blue, one shoulder strapless gown that hit just below the knee and particularly enhanced her curves and growing belly.

"Do we have to go to the party or can we just stay here and I can fuck you all night?" House replied, giving her a swift lingering once over.

Cuddy blushed and brought her black pumps over to the bed, sat down beside him, and put her shoes on.

"I'm glad you approve," she said, standing once she was finished.

"Oh I definitely approve," he replied, pulling her to where he sat, nestling her in between his legs. His hands rested on her hips as he looked up at her.

"You look absolutely amazing, Lisa."

Cuddy blushed deeply, but smiled. "Thank you." She paused. "You seemed in another place before. Everything okay?" she asked softly, not wanting to push anything.

Standing up, House pulled Cuddy towards him. "I think you know what I was thinking about," he said slowly, locking eyes with her.

She reached up her hand and caressed his cheek. "You're certainly not one to let what other people think control your thinking."

House glanced down. "Yeah, I know, but it's not just me. It's you too."

"Greg, do you think I don't know that people talk. You should have heard what I overheard people at the hospital saying when they found out you and I were together, and that I was pregnant...People are going to talk. They are going to say negative things. That's just how life happens."

"You know it's true though. I DO look old enough to be -"

"But you're not," Cuddy reinforced. She gently placed her hands on his cheek, caressing the scruff. "Look at me," she whispered.

She waited until he picked his head up.

"You can't let what people say affect you. And I know you let things roll off your back unless it's personal...so I want you to try and forget about everything that happened -"

Just then, Cuddy's cell phone rang. She walked over to her purse, which sat on the chair, and pulled out her phone.

"Hello?" she answered without even bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"Lisa, it's Dave Lippman."

"Dave, hi!" Cuddy replied, surprised at the call, 'What can I do for you?"

"You're Room 742, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wondering. I'll see you in a minute," Dave replied, then hung up.

Confused, Cuddy brought the phone away from her ear.

'What was that about?" House asked her, as he grabbed his jacket, threw it on, and then grabbed his cane.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Grabbing her shawl off the chair, Cuddy made her way to the door and opened it, revealing Dave Lippman standing there in a suit.

The little boy from the pool stood in front of him, Dave's hands on his shoulders.

"Dave, hey. What's going on?" Cuddy addressed him. House was behind her.

"Lisa, my son would like to say something." He looked down at the boy. "Go ahead, Charley," he nudged.

The boy named 'Charley' looked up at his father and then glanced up at Cuddy.

"I - I'm sorry for what I said earlier in - in the pool," he said in a small voice, his voice quavering.

Cuddy's eyes welled with tears as she heard the child's confession. She bent down so that she was level with the boy's height.

"Oh Charley," she whispered, "It's alright. Thank you for the apology."

"I didn't mean what I said. It was an accident."

Cuddy ruffled the boy's hair. "I know, Charley," she said as she stood. "That's ok."

She looked over at Dave, who grinned.

"You didn't have to do this," she told him.

"I know," Dave replied. "My wife explained what happened and, being a good parent, I did what every good parent would do: I made my son apologize for what he said."

"I also think my wife was more embarrassed that I knew you," he added.

Cuddy chuckled as she dabbed at her eyes. She looked back at House, who still stood behind her.

Limping to the door, House reached out a hand, to which Dave shook.

"Thanks," House told him.

"Ok, Charley, let's get you upstairs so your mom and I can get to this party," Dave told his son. "See you two in a bit."

After she had closed the door, Cuddy finished wiping her eyes.
"Well," she began, "I certainly wasn't expecting that." She gazed up at House and added, "I still stand by what I said earlier though."

House leaned his cane against the door and wrapped his arms around Cuddy's waist. He leaned down and kissed her fully on the mouth.

She welcomed the kiss and deepened it, wrapping her arms around his back.

Finally after about thirty seconds, House pulled back, brushing her cheek with his finger. He leaned down once more, his lips to her ear.

"You're going to be a great mother," he whispered. He let his lips trail across her collarbone as he worked his way back up to her lips, and kissed her again on the mouth.

"Thank you," Cuddy told him softly when they broke apart.

Grabbing his cane, House opened the door.

"Now, I believe we have a party to attend," he said, leading Cuddy out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

To be continued...