A/N: Hey guys ... thanks for all the reviews! I know this story is getting a bit OOC but i try to keep the OOC to a minimum. Anyway here is the next chapter.

Chapter 4

It was Cuddy's 1st day of prescribed bed rest and she already hated every minute of it. She was only allowed to get up to eat or to use the bathroom and a nurse checked on her once a day. She was strictly forbidden to work, even paperwork wasn't allowed.

It was 1pm and she was already incredibly bored, she even thought about calling House a few times to start an argument just to forget the boredom for a few minutes. Although she had started to dial his number several times, she never had the guts to actually talk to him. All the more surprised she was when the phone rang and the display said House. For a moment she pondered about not taking the call, who knows what he wants, but she decided to risk it and pushed the little green button on her cell phone.

"Cuddy!" she said sitting up in bed to get comfortable.

"Cuddy, how is the evil witch and her even eviler offspring?" he tried to hide his concern with a bit to much sarcasm.

"I was already starting to miss your charm House!" this was exactly what she needed.

"Are you flirting with me? Cause I don't want Satan to get jealous!" He loved there banter there weren't many who made a good sparring partner. Cuddy was definitely on top of his list.

"What do you want? I'm supposed to sleep right now!" she lied just to see if he caught her.

"First you are at bed rest and you are not supposed to sleep all day" he inhaled "and secondly where is your spare key?"

"Why do you want to know were my spare key is?" she had a faint idea why, but despite it she asked anyway not sure if she preferred to be right or wrong.

"I need you to sign off on some files and the key isn't where it's supposed to be and I am tired of looking for it!" She was right, she thought, then she heard a loud noise followed by House cursing.

"I own you a new flower pot" he told her while brushing aside the broken fragments of her formally bright yellow flower pot.

"Did you just break something?" she asked.

"If I say yes are you going to tell me where your spare key is?" he was sure she wouldn't refuse now that she was worried he would play havoc with her flowers till he found the key.

With a frown she pondered her options. If she doesn't tell him he will keep looking as long as he finds the key, regardless of her flowers, but when she tells him he will come in and frustrate her even more.

"It's in the ceramic frog!" She told him defeated. "And you will buy me a new … whatever you just broke!"

"A yellow flower pot!" he told her, putting his cell back in his pocket when he opened the front door. He headed straight for her bedroom discarded his jacket on the way flinging it over the couch.

The door to her bedroom was open and he moved in like he owned the place and sat on the edge of the bed. It was obvious that she was bored and he had every intention to change that.

"Hey!" he said softly once he made himself comfortable.

"Everything ok in the hospital?"

"I didn't burn it down … yet!" he smiled at her.

"Yet?" she was worried despite the fact she knew he was joking.

"I brought you something." He put a suspiciously heavy bag on the bed right beside her.

Carefully she opened it and when she saw what was in there a huge smile lit her face up.

"You brought me paperwork?"

"I told you I need you to sign some papers!" he smirked at her. "So how is my girl today?" Her eyes went wide at his choice of address for her.

Grinning he pointed at her belly already moving a hand towards it.

Her cheeks got a nice shade of pink and she moved the blanket out of the way. Gently he put his hand on her belly. The touch made her shiver and she hoped he hadn't noticed it. He was too occupied with her belly and the sudden pressure he felt. "She's kicking me!" he pouted looking at her interrogative waiting for an answer to his unspoken question.

"It started last week I wasn't sure if you would feel it too." She put her hand next to his on her belly. With their hands slightly touching time seemed to stand still. Neither knew for how long they sat like that but it didn't matter. At some point the moment was gone and House pulled his hand back and stood.

"Are you leaving?" she sounded disappointed.

"I'm scheduled for clinic duty in an hour!" at that she laughed out loud.

"You are kidding right?" She always thought he would find himself a nice place to hide and watch his soaps as soon as she left the hospital for a second.

"Yes" he answered truthfully and turned quickly to hide his expression, which would easily give him away. The truth was he would love to stay with her but again he was too unsure to open up just yet. He needed more time to get used to figuring out what all this means. He had always cared for her but the feeling had grown in the last weeks. There was something that had changed, was it the baby? Maybe.

She got worried when he didn't move for at least 5 minutes she had to do something and the words that came out of her mouth surprised her.

"Please stay!"

He still didn't move, not sure he had heard her she tried again.

"House please stay." This time he turned, his expression was different. She looked into his eyes and saw something she hadn't seen there before. He looked like he was 'caring'. As if he was remembering there was someone else his expression changed back to his usual.

"Why?" was all he managed to say.

"You really need a reason to skip clinic duty?" she asked sure about his answer.

"Nope" he grinned at her and sat back down. "Want to watch some TV? General Hospital is on!"

She was glad that he stayed and didn't care about what they did somehow it was just important that he was there by her side. So she switched on the TV and handed him the remote.

"Slide over" he ordered cheerfully, motioning for her to slide over so he had more space.

He lay on the bed next to her with 2 pillows behind his back and switched channels to find General Hospital. "I didn't think it would be so easy to get into your bed!" and was awarded with an elbow to his ribs.

"Shut up House!" she didn't need to say more.

10 minutes of General Hospital and Cuddy was fast asleep. He watched her and didn't move when she put an arm around his stomach in her sleep.

It was dark outside when she awoke with her arm around House and her head resting in the crook of his neck. Carefully she moved away and propped her head on her arm and studied him. His usual expression faded with the help of sleep the lines on his forehead seemed less his whole expression looked softer. He murmured something she couldn't quiet make out, but sounded a lot like Lisa. He had never called her Lisa they never call each other by there first names its always House and Cuddy, never Greg and Lisa. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes looking directly into hers. Blue met blue and a smile crossed his lips.

"Morning!" she greeted him, not hiding the fact that she was starring at him while he was asleep.

"Watching something you like?" he sounded sleepy.

"Hmmm … maybe. You hungry?" she asked as her stomach made hungry sounds.

He thought for a moment "I'll order, you stay in bed!" She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again to remain silent. This completely new 'House caring thing' was starting to freaking her out.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone already dialing a number. She was amazed how he knew what she liked. Ordering way more than they could eat he put his phone away and looked back at her. She was still starring with a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. Those damn hormones she thought. Weak and soft that's exactly what she felt right now. What a cliché.

TBC