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House was bored.

Really bored.

Really really bored.

"Time to bother Cuddy."

He hoisted himself out of his chair and began the similar route he always took to irritate the devil. A swish of the door and a plop in the usual chair later had Cuddy pointing a perfectly arched eyebrow at him.

"Yes?"

House took a glance around the room, focused back on her, and made his announcement. "I wanted to talk to you about the fact that I'm going to have a baby."

The arched eyebrow raised a little higher.

"You're not even showing!"

"Ha ha," he groused. "And if I have a problem feeding it I know where I can find enough milk to feed a family of ten."

Cuddy sighed and returned to her paperwork. After about five minutes of House not moving, she glanced back up at him.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

Silence confirmed her question.

"Good grief, House," she said unbelievingly. "How would I know what to tell you? Am I a mother? And-"

House's super ball to the forehead shut her up.

"I just figured that with your extensive history with being a wet nurse, you'd be able to give me a few tips on kids."

Cuddy glared at him and rubbed her forehead. "Why? It's not like you're going to be breast feeding the kid.You have to leave now. I have paperwork like crazy and I don't have time to tell you to stop bouncing your balls on my face… and I'm going to stop there."

A tentative knock on the door interrupted their talk and Cameron poked her head in.

"Am I interrupting something?"

House grinned. "Dr. Cuddy here was just about to tell me to stop bouncing-"

"Not at all Dr. Cameron," Cuddy growled. "Please, come in and sit down."

Cameron closed the door behind her and took a seat next to House. Cuddy leaned forward.

"What can I help you with? Do you need House to leave?"

Cameron shook her head. "No thank you. I just wanted to talk to you about seeing what kind of prenatal care I have under my insurance policy with the hospital."

Uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"I still can't believe that House knocked you up."

House shook his head too. "Why is it always the man's fault?"

Cameron looked between the two of them.

"Do I need to leave?"

House shook his head. "I'm going to go close myself up in my office and when you ladies are done talking about women things, come and find me will ya? And I'll take a reuben, no pickles. Thank you."

He grabbed his cane and once the door was closed, Cuddy turned to Cameron.

"That man is going to be a father? You're insane."

Cameron smiled.

"I think that's why the idea is perfect."

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"Okay people. Since Cameron has so nicely labeled everything, I want everything in their proper places. Don't touch the piano or I'll fire you and don't touch the scotch because it's mine and I'm stingy. Also, anyone not where they should belong will be personally hung in the lobby at work by their pants and forced to wear a sign that says 'somebody wuvs me'. Understood?"

The nods of his new ducklings was enough for them to start. Cameron stood back and watched from a sun chair with a little umbrella on top. It was November and cloudy. House had refused to let her do anything except be a 'pregger piece of lobby art' as he so delicately put it. After huffing at him, crying, and then him finally admitting that the first real hormone swing scared the crap out of him, they collected the interns and came to his…their… condo. A bang of piano keys had House sprinting towards the door with speed he normally reserved for dodging Cuddy.

Wilson turned to Cameron. "Someone's going to get fired aren't they?"

"Yep," she confirmed. "But not until after we're done moving everything in. He'll want to get the most out of them. Wish he'd let me pick up something."

House appeared by her side out of thin air, startling both her and Wilson.

"You can pick up some food. I ordered a few pizzas from Pizza Hut."

Cameron spun around. "Is it because I'm the woman? HUH? Are you really that sexist?"

"No," House said carefully. "I'm asking you to go get the pizza because anyone else would take their sweet time getting back here and I know you don't like cold pizza. I figured that you would want first dibs anyways because you're eating for two now."

She eyed him. "Breadsticks?"

"A whole order just for you with extra sauce."

"Good."

She stalked off towards the car and only when she had peeled off to get the food did Wilson look at his friend.

"Please tell me that was a hormonal mood swing and that she's not that bipolar."

A nod confirmed Wilson's question. "A little soon but she's dating me so it obviously had to come sometime."

"How are you going to calm her down when she gets back?"

"I had the people spell 'Cameron' with pepperoni. I know she'll look in the box to grab a piece."

Wilson had to shake his head. "I don't believe it."

"After last week's mood swing, I started making a list."

A crash was heard inside the house and House went back inside. About ten minutes later, Cameron came in with all the pizzas and gave House a quick peck on the cheek.

"Thank you."

After two hours of lugging everything, everybody collapsed in the living room. Bitch turned to midget man and frowned.

"I don't see how this has anything to do with our jobs as a doctors."

Midget returned her frown. "We have to kiss his ass so he chooses us. If we have to help move boxes for the woman he's screwing, then I'll move boxes."

A clearing of the throat interrupted their whining. Cameron stood in front of them with her arms folded over her chest and a toe tapping. House stood in the backround with Wilson, having heard everything and waiting for Cameron to do something.

"You two have royally pissed me off ever since you got here. You've touched the piano, broken some of my glasses, and now you insult me? You're both fired. Get out."

Bitch glared up at her.

"You're not our boss. You can't fire us."

Cameron cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really?" She turned to House. "Well?"

House shrugged. "The woman I'm screwing says you two are fired so you two are fired. I guess the sex is really that good."

Both mouths drop when he turns back to Wilson and starts talking about football. They grab their stuff and leave, Bitch spitfully kicking a box on her way out. Cameron sat down next to Number 13.

"You, however, I like. If House fires you, I have a job for you."

The only female intern left smiled at her and House groaned as they became friends. "I hope this one doesn't develop a crush on me too. Oh! Maybe we can have threesomes!"

"I don't think Cameron would like that," Wilson tried to point out but House just ignored him.

After everyone had left for the night and Cameron had sufficiently cleaned up everything to her liking, they made their way to bed. An awkward silence had been filling the room for about ten minutes now. House sighed and rolled over.

"Go to sleep."

"I can't," Cameron insisted. "It's weird being in a new place."

Another sigh from House and she heard shifting. The next thing she knew, she was being pulled into a pair of strong arms. He had her laying on her side pressed up against his. His arm wound under her head and stayed against her back.

"Ummm..."

"Just be quiet and go to sleep. I have to have enough energy to evade Cuddy tomorrow and if I can't then I'll pull you from the ER to do my clinic hours. Hush."

Warm and sedated, she eventually fell asleep never knowing that once the first tiny snore came from her mouth, House had his hand in her hair.

Rolling his eyes in the dark, he mumbled "Great. Now I'll have her cooties."