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Cuddy followed House into her living room. Sarah was asleep and House had waited until well after nine before making his appearance. For a while, Cuddy thought he wouldn't show. But, then the knock sounded and there he was.

House sat down in her arm chair and Cuddy made her way over to the couch. She seated herself on it, her eyes on House. He was watching her, cane extended across his lap.

"Where do we begin?" Cuddy asked him.

"Why didn't we ever try?" His eyes were locked on hers.

"Okay." Cuddy raised her eyebrows. "I guess that's as good a place as any." She paused, trying to find her words. "Well, you didn't... don't want kids. And if I had found someone within the first couple of years after Sarah was born that wanted to be with us and wanted to have children, I would have wanted that possibility of having another baby." She stopped for a moment in her thoughts and then continued, "I couldn't just put those thoughts aside. Besides, at the time, your Vicodin habits were-"

"Yeah," he cut her off, nodding. "I remember."

"House, she can't get hurt," Cuddy told him.

"I don't plan on hurting her," House replied sincerely.

"Plans don't always work." Cuddy stood from the couch and walked away from him. "I never planned on telling her any time soon that you were her father." She waited and then turned. "Why did you do it?"

"Piss you off." House shrugged from his seat.

"No." Cuddy shook her head at him. "You hand in blank paperwork and sleep in the Clinic exam rooms to piss me off. This wasn't about pissing me off."

House stood from the chair and crossed to her. "I just said it."

"That's it?" She stared at him. "That's the only explanation you can give me?" House shrugged again and stopped in front of her. Cuddy kept her eyes locked with his. "If you really want to be a part of this, you have to be honest with me."

"Honest with you?" House repeated. "When have I not been honest with you?"

Cuddy raised her eyebrows at him. "Is that a serious question?"

House took the pause between them as the opportune moment to slip his hand around her backside and bring his lips down to hers. Cuddy stiffened, but found herself unable to pull away. House drew back slowly, his eyes on hers.

"Honest enough for you?" He breathed out.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked him. "Why now?"

"Why not?" he replied.

House kissed her again and then moved on. Cuddy remained tense in his arms, but didn't fight.

"Because I have a child." She offered as he sucked on her earlobe. "And we've moved past this." Her breathing began to become shallow. "And I'm your boss." His kisses trailed down her neck. "And there's a child involved, House..." He nibbled at the base of her neck. "Greg..." And suddenly, she couldn't bring another word to her lips.

His cane still gripped in his hand, with his free one on her hip, House attempted to direct Cuddy to the couch. She stopped once the back of her legs hit the thick fabric of the furniture. She shook her head, breaking from his kiss.

"No, no," she whispered, her hands placed on his chest. "Bedroom."

They engaged in a strange dance to the bedroom, lips and hands roaming, silence between them as they passed the hushed bedroom of the sleeping child. House still hadn't abandoned his cane, which made it more difficult for him to hold on to Cuddy. However, Cuddy maneuvered him down the hall with an ease he hadn't expected. Although, the present actions were also quite unexpected as well.

House had her pressed against the closed bedroom door as he leaned on it to support himself after their trek down the hallway. Cuddy locked the door quickly as House caressed her neck with his tongue. She gripped onto his arms tightly, her nails digging in. He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply.

Cuddy moved him towards the bed as he unbuttoned her shirt. House sat down on the bed before resting back. Cuddy straddled his left leg as she bent over him and kissed him. He pushed her shirt off and threw it to the floor.

"God, you're beautiful." His hands skimmed down her sides and rested on her hips.

Cuddy smiled and brought her lips down to his again. One of House's hands roamed back up her body and found itself in the mess of her hair. His other hand trailed lightly upward and to the snaps on the back of her bra.

"Mom?"

"Shit," Cuddy mumbled, her mouth pressed against House's.

"Mom. The door's locked."

Cuddy climbed off of House quickly. "I'll be right there, sweetie."

"Tell her you're getting lucky," House whispered as he sat up.

"Get in the bathroom," Cuddy commanded in a whisper as well.

"What?" House stared at her.

"Go." Cuddy put her shirt on and quickly began buttoning it.

"No," House replied.

"House," Cuddy warned, shooting him a look.

House climbed from the bed and limped to the bathroom, his cane left resting on the floor. Cuddy made sure her shirt was on and correctly buttoned before she opened the door.

"What is it, sweetie?" Cuddy looked down at the child in pink pajamas. "You should be in bed. Come on."

Cuddy took hold of Sarah's hand and tried to lead her from the doorway. Sarah stood grounded.

"I want to sleep with you." Sarah stared up at her mother with misty blues.

"What?" Cuddy stopped trying to lead the child.

"I don't feel good." Sarah's free hand went to her stomach.

"What's the matter?" Cuddy's concern was evident in her tone.

"My stomach hurts," Sarah whined.

"It was probably from all that sweet stuff at the party," Cuddy said. "Come on. We'll get you something to drink."

Cuddy led the child down the hall a bit and into the kitchen. Sarah removed her hand from her mother's and waited as Cuddy reached into the cabinet and pulled out a glass.

"Can I still sleep with you?" Sarah asked.

Cuddy filled the glass with water and then turned to her daughter. "Of course, honey." Cuddy handed the glass to Sarah. "Here. Drink this."

"Hey," a deep voice came from the hallway.

Cuddy and Sarah both looked to the doorway. House stood there, cane in hand, a smile on his face. Cuddy's lips pressed firmly together while Sarah brightened into a smile.

"Dr. House!" Sarah exclaimed. "What are you doing here!"

"What are you doing?" Cuddy glared at him.

House kept his eyes on Sarah. "Hanging out with your mom."

"In her bedroom?" Sarah peered suspiciously at him.

"Yep," House answered.

"You locked the door." Sarah set her glass on the counter. "Mom doesn't let me lock the door when I have friends over."

"House was just being silly, Sarah," Cuddy attempted to explain. She then looked to House. "He always does such silly things."

"What time is it?" House asked.

Sarah looked at the digital clock on the microwave. "Ten."

"How about we watch a movie?" House suggested, brightening his tone.

"Yeah!" Sarah exclaimed.

Cuddy stared down at her daughter. "I thought you had a stomachache."

"I do." Sarah pouted. "And I can't sleep."

"Come on, Mick." House gave a nod. "Your choice."

Sarah hurried from the kitchen and headed for the living room. House entered into the kitchen and Cuddy glared at him. He stopped just in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Cuddy hissed.

"What?" House asked innocently. "If I can't see your tits, I might as well get to see them in a movie."

Cuddy placed a hand on her hip. "Yeah, because singing guppies have such amazing ti-"

"Dr. House? Is this one okay?" Sarah stood in the doorway and held up a DVD with a red and blue guppy in a fishbowl on the cover.

"Fantastic." House gave her an exaggerated smile and a thumbs up.

"I'll put it in!" Sarah hurried back to the living room.

Cuddy raised a pointed finger. "If this backfires-"

House cut her off by leaning in and sucking on Cuddy's bottom lip. He drew back, leaving Cuddy lost for words, and limped from the room. Cuddy picked up Sarah's glass of water and followed after House.

"Don't think you'll keep getting away with stealing kisses," Cuddy hissed in his ear as he entered the living.

House smirked and sat down on the couch, his right leg next to the armrest. Sarah hurried to the couch and sat alongside of House. Cuddy set the water glass on the coffee table and sat next to her daughter. She placed an arm around the child, not realizing until she did it that her arm was now pressed against House. House smirked again and Cuddy frowned in return.

The opening began, a sound that Cuddy could identify in her sleep. She wished she didn't know for a fact that she watched this movie one hundred and seven times. Sarah leaned against her mother, her hand resting just above her mother's knee.

Halfway through the movie, Cuddy had her eyes closed and was listening to the dialogue while unfortunately picturing the film in her head. She felt two fingers graze over her bare arm. She shivered slightly and looked over. House pointed to the child.

Cuddy looked down and saw that Sarah was asleep. She looked back up at House and gave him a tight smile. Carefully, Cuddy removed herself from the child. She then lifted the girl up and carried her into the child's bedroom.

House stared after her, surprised by Cuddy's strength. He stood from the couch and almost fell as his thigh gave way. He clutched the couch and rubbed his thigh. After a moment, he lifted himself back up and then shut off the movie. He began towards the hallway, but stopped when he saw Cuddy watching him from the doorway.

"I didn't know male guppies could hit such high notes," House said and Cuddy frowned at him. He smirked in return. "So, do I get to see your tits now?"

Cuddy shook her head. "No. It's late."

"All the more reason for me to stay." House crossed to her.

"No sleep overs," she told him.

"I know," he replied, stopping in front of her.

"You know?" Cuddy's eyebrows drew together.

House gave a shrug. "Interrogated your daughter."

"House!" Cuddy exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "About sex?"

"No." House rolled his eyes. "I'm better at interrogating children than that."

Cuddy folded her arms across her chest. "That's reassuring."

"What happens now?" House asked her.

Cuddy eyed him up and then shook her head. "I don't know."

"I want you." House placed a hand just behind her hip and pulled her into him.

"Greg." Cuddy placed her hands on his chest and stepped back. "Don't say things like that. Is this... only about me? Or is this about her, too? Or is it both?"

"Both," he answered without hesitation.

"Really." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Yes," House affirmed.

His hand was burning her backside. Cuddy took another step back, causing his hand to fall to his side.

Cuddy drew in a breath. "We're going with James, Claire, and the kids to the park tomorrow at two. You should come."

House's eyes brightened a touch. "You mean it?"

"If you want a chance, I'll give it to you," Cuddy replied.

House nodded. "I'll stop by tomorrow at quarter of."

"Okay." Cuddy led him to the front door. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," House responded and let himself out.