Chapter 28
House sat in his apartment, playing his piano. He was lost in thought. Had he made a mistake? Cuddy was probably expecting so much from him now... no... she wouldn't expect anything. She would just hope, right? That's almost as bad though. He didn't know what to do. He really liked Cuddy, but he still wasn't over his true love.
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Cuddy was already into her 6th month of pregnancy. House couldn't believe it. Time had flown by just like that and he didn't know what he was doing. They'd gone out to dinner a few times. Mostly they just talked about their future child, but sometimes they talked about work, and each other...
House was lost. He didn't want this. Or did he? No. He wanted to make his boss happy, that's all it was. Then why was he about to raise her child? He didn't want the kid to have a bad dad. Simple as that... or was it? Yes... maybe... House couldn't believe what he was doing. In all his life, in all he'd ever done, he'd never thought he'd ever have a child, and now, he was about to have one with a woman he didn't even love... or did he love her?
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Again, House sat at his piano. Wilson had changed House's spare room into a nursery just last weekend. House was reluctant to do anything but help paint. Cuddy had helped him pick out some baby furniture, and now it was all ready. He stood up from the piano to go check out the nursery. Was this really happening?
He walked into the nursery. The carpet, a pale white was soft and plushy against his feet. The walls were a light yellow because he refused to let Cuddy paint his walls pink. The crib was white, and in the corner, a rocking chair sat next to the changing table. There was a dresser, prepared with clothes all folded and put away. House already had bottles and pacifiers sitting on top of the dresser. There were toys lying in the opposite corner, and a few in the closet. All he needed was a car seat and the baby herself. House still didn't know what he was going to do. A daughter? With a woman he didn't love?
House continued to think, as always. He couldn't make up his mind about how he felt about Cuddy. He'd spent so much time with her lately. She was having his child, and yet, he still didn't know. He still had someone else on his mind, in his head. He couldn't get her out, so he finally decided to tell Cuddy. He enjoyed flirting with her as they passed each other in the hall, but he didn't want to be in a relationship... at least not now... or with her...