Hell-oo! Sorry it's taken me awhile to update. You may have noticed that I changed the story's name (duh!). Well I never really liked the name 'Life is Hard' and the new title 'Hard for me' is a song by Tamara Jaber (that's an Australian singer) and I quite like that title, so you can like it or lump it!
So my dearies, here is the chapter you have been waiting for!
The fantabulous, magnifico, territastic...drum roll…CHAPTER 12!
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Women deal with pregnancy in different ways. Some thank God that their prayers have been answered. Some spiral out of control. Some are joyous and ecstatic. Some refuse to acknowledge the growing life in them, and some refuse to go through with such an ordeal.
Allison Cameron wasn't any of these. She was just afraid.
Afraid of what could be, what could happen, what could happen to her relationship with the person she was sometimes so unsure of.
Cameron looked down at her feet. She just wanted to forget. Just for the moment.
She was standing outside House's apartment, and with a deep breath, she tried to forget the impending situation that could be happening to her in the near future.
She heard a soft tune played on the piano, trickling through the door. She smiled and bit her lip.
Not tonight. She thought to herself.
She breathed in deeply, and then knocked on the door. She heard the music stop suddenly, and the shuffle of the piano stool.
After a few moments, House opened the door in one swift movement.
"Well, look-ee here! Dr Cameron! Sorry, but unless you got something more revealing underneath that coat of yours, you're not allowed in," House says smirking at her.
"Is this how you greet all your guests?" Cameron asks walking in and shedding her coat. She looks at him reprovingly.
House sighs "I'm sorry. I usually just kick them out, but you're a special case," he says in a childish voice.
Cameron pouts a bit, but then she smiles and plants a fervent kiss on his lips.
"Hey…oh my god. Look, please if you guys are going to…yeah; just warn me or something will you?" Kimee says, making a disgusted face as she joined the two in the hallway.
"Hi Kimee," Cameron says uncomfortably.
"Yes, yes. Well, I gotta go," Kimee says, grabbing her jacket and purse.
"Why?' House asks.
"Party,"
"Where?"
"Qube," Kimee says smugly. "It's a new club. We're going there for Minna's birthday,"
"Oh your mom would be so glad to hear that! She'll just break my neck in happiness," House says sarcastically.
"So are you gonna go all parent-like on me, and forbid me from going?" Kimee says.
"Then again, you're only hot once, so go for it," House says airily.
"Thank you for your blessing, Dr House," Kimee says triumphantly.
"Don't come running to me once your mom threatens to ground you till you hit menopause," House says as she opens the door.
"Whatever," she says, closing the door behind her.
"Are you sure she should be out clubbing and partying? It's not really safe…" Cameron says unsurely.
"Oh please she'll be fine. She can do Kung fu Jackie Chan-style. So if anything happens, it'll merely be an amusing fight scene where she might get hurt, but defeats the baddie in the end," House says waving his hands about.
"Does that psycho babble work with anyone?" Cameron asks, clearly not impressed.
"No. But then again I learnt it from Lin," House says.
"Lin?" Cameron asks.
"Yeah, Kimee's mom. She's actually really hot, but scary. Cuddy-scary. Hey they could be best friends!" House says walking into the kitchen.
"You know，I remember you once telling me you're an only child. How can you have a niece if you don't have any siblings?" Cameron asks.
"You ask an awful lot of questions," House replies.
When Cameron just looks at him like she's about to wack him with his cane, he makes a half grunt-half sigh noise.
"Well when I said my parents had one kid, I meant one kid besides me!" House says simply.
"You lied to me!" Cameron says exasperatedly.
"Look what's new," House says, shrugging.
Cameron just rolls her eyes.
"So your brother's name is…" Cameron asks.
"Andrew. He's an accountant in some big corporate company," House says.
Cameron nods interested.
"Is he anything like you?" Cameron asks, smiling.
"What, misanthropic and sarcastic? If so, no, not really. He's kinda mellower. He once got into a fight with the parking officer, and broke his nose. Yeah, he's a very composed," House says nodding.
"So he is like you?" Cameron says frowning.
"Well, sorta. Then again, he got married, so maybe not. But Lin is pretty frightening so maybe she threatened him into it. You never know," House says dreamily as he opened the fridge and took out two beers.
"Charming," Cameron says.
"That's why you're here," House says grinning sheepishly.
"Really now? Aren't you all sure of yourself," Cameron says coyly, putting her arms around his waist.
House stops mid-swig of his beer.
"With that behaviour you have earned the privilege of me making dinner tonight," House says.
"What an honour, Greg," Cameron says.
For, maybe the first time in his life, House was, uncomfortable. Like when a kid meets his favourite sports star, but suddenly doesn't know what to say. Shy.
Dr House, ideally, was never nervous. He, ideally, never felt vulnerable or intimidated. Ideally, life would be easier. Ideally, dinosaurs would still be roaming around, there'd be no greenhouse gases, guys could marry several women, women would find their soul-mates who just happened to come from an exotic European country, and we could all fly to the Moon and eat cheese.
But, ideally was never really going to happen.
House only ever felt like this…well, he had never felt like this with anyone. Allison Cameron was the only one who made him feel like this. Not even Stacy.
He was happy.
He wraps his arms around her tightly, the smell of her hair intoxicating him, her warmth next to him.
Cameron is somewhat taken aback by this sudden expression of emotion, but then again you can never be sure with Greg House. She clutches him closely, knowing she wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. But time always marches on merciless.
I wish it wouldn't though. Cameron thinks sadly.
"I love you," she whispers.
House tenses up a bit, and Cameron thinks she must've scared him.
But, as always, he surprises her.
"I love you too," he says almost inaudibly.
Cameron pulls apart slowly. She smiles sadly. Her heart ached with the burden that weighed it down
"I dreamt about the day you would say that," Cameron says, looking up at him with her ocean blue eyes.
"That's slightly creepy," House says, returning to his snarky self.
"Well, you know me. I'm all about the weirdness," Cameron says shrugging. "Enough talk. I'm starving. What's for dinner? I really fell like potatoes. And carbonara pasta. Hey, what about some garlic bread?" Cameron says, forgetting her little secret.
"Whoa! That's a lot of food for someone your size. Since when did you have the appetite of a pregnant woman?" House jokes as he walks into the kitchen and begins taking out pots and pans.
Although House didn't seem to realise anything, Cameron freezes up. She had almost let slip. Her heart was racing. She hated keeping things from anyone.
"Yeah, well, I've been really busy today, I didn't get to eat lunch," she stammers.
"Well, lucky for you, I'm making my special Thai green curry," House says.
Cameron relaxes a bit. He hadn't noticed anything.
"What's so special about it? The sauce is from a jar," Cameron says, grinning.
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"I'm wiped out," Cameron says yawning. They had just finished watching every known action movie and chick flick known to man, and Cameron looked like she was about to slip into a coma.
"What, you come to my house, eat my food, drink my beer, and you won't even stay up to have a little fun with me on my couch?" House says making a suggestive face.
Cameron shakes her head.
"Sorry. I'm just really tired. Besides, tomorrow we have to get in early for Kimee's little 'charity-dinner-make-sure-everyone-is-going-to-be-there-or-else' meeting. But after the dinner, who knows what you might get," Cameron says, looking at him seductively.
"Do you swear upon that?" House asks.
"I can make no promises," she says playfully as she walks out of the room slowly into the bedroom.
"She isn't tired at all," House says to himself, before switching off the lights and heading after her.
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Cameron roused from sleep slowly, and nausea hit her like a train. She got up lightning fast and ran to the bathroom, just making it to the toilet.
This is hell. She thinks to herself as the contents of her stomach was emptied into the toilet bowl.
"Allison?" House says unsurely from the doorway.
"Greg!" Cameron says, stunned.
"What–?" House starts walking into the bathroom.
"Look, Greg, I can explain…" Cameron says getting up.
"Allison, you don't need a medical degree to know what's wrong," House says looking at her. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"
"Greg…" Cameron says pleadingly.
"Just answer the question, Allison," House says.
"I…maybe. Maybe," Cameron says.
"Right," House says. He nods slowly, and then without saying anything, he turns on his heel and leaves. Cameron hears the front door open, and then it closes with a bang.
Cameron falls onto the ground, tears streaming down her face. She sobs loudly, clutching stomach. She leans against the toilet, crying her heart's pain, weeping her eyes out. Her sadness was more excruciating than anyone could ever imagine. The one man whom she had loved after her husband had just walked out.
After her lament for the love of her life, when her tears ran dry, when her energy ran out, she continued to sit there, staring into space.
Then she hears the sound of the door opening. She gets up quickly and runs to the door.
"Greg! I'm so sorry. I should have told you…Oh," Cameron says as she almost runs into Kimee.
"Cameron," Kimee says, looking at her tear-soaked face and her ruffled hair. "What happened?"
Cameron just shakes her head sadly, her eyes welling up.
"Allison! Tell me," Kimee says gently as she guided her to the couch and sat down with her.
"I…he just left," she says in between sobs.
"What did you two have a fight?" Kimee asks.
"No," she sobs.
"Then what happened?" Kimee asks, putting her arm around her shoulder.
"I…I might be pregnant," Cameron says. Kimee lets out a little gasp. "He saw me throwing up this morning. Hm, great way to break the news, huh? He asked me whether I was…you know and when I told him that I might be, he just left. I didn't want to let him know until I was sure. I... I don't know what to do," she says.
Kimee looks at her sympathetically, and pulls her into a hug. Cameron cries into her shoulder, her whole body shaking.
"Shhh, Al, shh, don't worry," Kimee whispers into her ear. "You two will sort this out. Don't worry, hon,"
"I don't want to lose him. I don't," she whimpers.
"You won't," Kimee says comfortingly. "Look, you know what you're gonna do? You are gonna find him, confront him, and you two are gonna work this out. Ok?" Kimee says pulling apart and looking at her dead-set in the eyes.
Cameron, too exhausted to say no, just nodded.
"Ok, great. Now, hon, if you wanna deal with something like this you gotta look like Jessica Alba's stylist got hold of you. Come with me," Kimee says cheerfully.
Kimee drags Cameron into the bathroom, and dumps her into the shower. After washing her hair and standing under the water for almost perpetuity, Kimee pulls her back out, and begins to blow-dry her hair.
When Kimee applies her make-up, Cameron sighs sadly.
"You Ok?" Kimee asks.
"What do you think?" Cameron asks.
"Yeah, well, you gotta be strong," she says. She pauses a minute before asking her "If you are pregnant, will you…"
"Keep the baby?" Cameron asks.
"Uh, yeah," Kimee says as she began to put on mascara.
"Without a doubt. I've always wanted a baby. Even if Greg doesn't," she replies despondently.
"So what? If he doesn't want to stay for the long haul you'll just raise a kid on your own?" Kimee asks.
"I don't want to raise a baby on my own. Don't you think I'd rather be able to be with him and have a child? I just don't think it's that simple," Cameron says.
"You don't even know how he really thinks about this. That's why you have to talk to him," Kimee says soothingly. "There all done!" she exclaims, drawing back to admire her handiwork.
Cameron looks at her reflection in the mirror. She's wearing a pair of jeans and light pink top, Victoriana style. Her hair was poker straight and her eyes were covered in sandy beige eye shadow and lashings of mascara. On her lips was a coral lip gloss.
"Oh, Kimee! I feel so much better," Cameron says a little happier.
"You look so much better," Kimee replies proudly. "Now, go, find my son-of-a-bitch uncle and sort this all out,"
"I will," Cameron says bravely and she gives Kimee a small hug.
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"So you found her throwing up in the bathroom?" Wilson asks.
"Yep," House replies.
"In the morning?"
"Uh huh,"
"Then she tells you she might be pregnant?"
"Exactly," House replies, hand by his chin.
"And then you leg it out of there as fast as you can?" Wilson says quite scoldingly.
"You're meant to be consoling me!" House says exasperatedly.
"Can you hear yourself sometimes? Me, me, me, me! Cameron might be pregnant and all you can think about is how this affects you? God, House, start acting like a responsible adult, eh? Then maybe your life might just get that much simpler!" Wilson rants.
House sits ther, too worn-out to say anything. Wilson looks at him empathetically.
"House, I know this affects you, in more ways than one. But you have to think about Cameron as well. She needs you to be there for her throughout this ordeal," Wilson says. "Or is that it? You don't want to face this. You don't want her to be pregnant?"
"That's not true!" House growls. "I just don't know what's gonna happen,"
"So you do want a kid?" Wilson asks.
"Stop trying to analyse me!" is his response.
"I try, I try, I fail, I fail," Wilson says, tired of House's little games.
Just then Cameron pushes the door open and walks in slowly.
"Cameron," Wilson says getting up.
"Hi Wilson. Do you think House and I could have a word?" Cameron asks, not once did her voice give away the mini anxiety attack she was having.
"Uh, sure," Wilson says getting out of there sharpish.
Cameron steps in and stood in front of House's desk, looking at him in the eyes not daring to break contact.
"Kimee was with you, huh?" House asks before Cameron can open her mouth.
"Yeah. Why?' Cameron asks unsure of what to make of his random comment.
"Only Kimee can make someone's hair that straight in such a small amount of time," House says. "Maybe I should get her to do mine," he says as if pondering a real meaningful.
"Greg," Cameron says. "I need to know how you feel about this whole situation,"
"I love you. And I wanna be with you. But if I am pregnant, I will keep the baby, even if you don't want to be a part of it," she says quietly.
"It didn't seem like you wanted me to be a part of it in the first place!" House replies.
"I didn't want to tell you until I was sure!" Cameron says frustrated.
"You still could have told me!" House says.
"Well if I knew this is the way you'd react, how can you blame me?" Cameron says angrily.
"Now's not the time for this to be happening to me," House says.
"What about me? Do you think I planned this? My God, Greg, you are so unbelievable sometimes. I might be having your baby but you're acting as if it's the Apocalypse!" Cameron yells.
"My baby?" House says.
"What? Are you saying you think it's not your baby?" Cameron exclaims. "You think I would cheat on you?"
House doesn't reply, just giving her A Look.
"Incredible! Greg, I love you. How could you think that of me?" Cameron cries.
House looks away from her, clearly signalling the end of this conversation.
"I'm going to see Dr Hunter. My test results should be back Saturday morning," Cameron says before walking out.
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DON'T WORRY! House and Cam will EVENTUALLY sort this whole thing out. I mean they couldn't be the perfect couple forever now, could they? Maybe I should have made the two week time frame longer! I mean, two weeks and already she's knocked up? Too fast, too soon. Let's make it at least a month later after the whole Elevator incident
'Qube' is pronounced 'Cube'. I heard it on Neighbours (another Aussie thing- it's a soap opera type drama).
Also the parts about Kimee's parents and stuff was put there coz I wanted to give more of an insight of Kimee's life, because it's quite important.
Well next chapter will mostly be about preparations for THE Dinner which will be quite an event!
xx Luv ya!