An: Bon fete. A new chapter. House comes home, and some other stuff. 9 days! OMG, I saw this episode still, wow, House. Just, wow. Damn it! 9 days needs to go by faster!

Cuddy was in the clinic talking to a nurse, "I need you to order a-" House wrapped his arms around her from behind. "This had better be Greg."

House laughed, "You're magic!"

Cuddy put her hand on his, "I need you to order a blood test for the patient in exam room 1."

"Yes, Dr. Cuddy." The nurse walked away.

"Can we go have sex in your office?" House whispered in Cuddy's ear.

"No." She turned in his embrace, "I missed you."

"You too." He tried to kiss her.

She held her fingers to his lips, "Not right here. Come to my office with me."

"You said no sex though." She led him to her office.

"I want you to be with me while I work. If you come to my office you don't have to work."

"Sold." He held her office door open, "I want to do something tonight."

"You never want to do anything. What happened at the conference?"

"Nothing. I want to make sure you're happy."

She pulled him by the shirt, "I will always be happy, as long as I have you. We can just stay in if you want."

"I want what you want, if you want to go out, let's go out."

"What should we do?"

"How about dinner? We could go Elements."

"OK. Why didn't you tell me what time you were getting back? I would have come to get you."

"I wanted to surprise you." He kissed her and left. She looked at him, Did something happen? It had to be something at the conference. Cuddy went back to work, still thinking about what could be getting under her man's skin. Stacy came in near the end of the day, "Hey. Greg's back."

"He came and saw me. Do you know if something is wrong with him? This is going to be the strangest reason some one would think there's something wrong with their fiance, but we're just strange. He wants to take me out tonight, and he wasn't trying to grab my ass."

"He didn't say anything to me. What do you think is wrong?"

"I'm not sure, he just seemed, I don't even know. I think something happened at the conference. If he says anything, you know, about it, could you tell me?"

"Of course. Where are you two going?"

"Elements."

"Nice. Do you think he did something stupid?"

Cuddy laughed, "God I hope not, but I wouldn't put it past him." At 6, House walked into her office, "You ready?" He asked.

"Yep." They drove directly to the restaraunt, when they were seated and looking at the menues, House said, "We probably shouldn't have come here."

Cuddy looked at him over her menu suspiciously, "Why?"

"Cause you like this place and I'm me." They both laughed.

"Then you have to be on your best behavior, don't you?"

"Kill joy." Cuddy looked at her ring, "Second thoughts, or admiring?"

"Are you kidding me? I have been waiting 7 years for our schedules to be empty and us to set date. No way in hell I'm changing my mind."

"Keep in mind that you said that on the day of the wedding, and every day after that."

"I'm not changing my mind," she took his hand. "Do you still want to have a baby?"

"No," he looked her straight in the eye, she looked hurt, confused, and disappointed. "I want to have 2."

Cuddy's mouth was slightly open, "Really? You want..."

"Yeah. When we start ignoring them, they can keep each other entertained." He smiled.

"You are out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you ignore them. Have you picked a best man yet?"

House groaned, "I still don't understand why we can't just do this simply and in private." He smirked, "I mean, that is how we do everyth-"

"Have you decided?" The server asked, cutting off House's inappropriate dinner conversation.

"Yes." Cuddy answered, glad for the change of topic. They ordered, and ate, not talking about his best man. Cuddy knew they would somehow come to something that was in no way appropriate for an evening out. So instead, they talked about the hospital, the conference, and Wilson. When they got home, House groaned, "We have to call our parents, don't we?"

"Sorry. It's a good thing we waited to tell them. 7 years is probably a new record for being engaged. I hate when they come, or we go. I have to take off my ring..."

He picked up her left hand and looked at the ring, "You get to call your parents first." She rolled her eyes, "Hey, you like your parents."

"Your parents like me." She countered.

"...Your mom likes me. You just don't want to call because you know your dad'll flip."

"Psh, I don't care." House gave her a 'Yeah right' look. "...Give me the damn phone."

He kissed her cheek, "It's in the bedroom." She stuck out her tongue, and walked into the bedroom. Ding dong. House looked at his watch, 8 "Who's that?" He opened the door, "Wilson. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sorry, is this a bad time?"

"No! Actually it's a perfect time. Come in." House moved so Wilson could come in. "You saved me from talking to my parents and listening to my future father-in-law trying to turn his daughter against me."

"Greg, come on-" Cuddy walked in from the bedroom, "Oh, hi." She went to stand next to House.

"This is Wilson." House wrapped his arm around her. "He was the doc I was talking to at the conference. This is Lisa Cuddy."

"Hi." Cuddy stuck out her hand, Wilson shook it. "I think you've earned a drink. Not many people can be around Greg for long, not to mention come and see him." Wilson smiled.

"Thanks babe." House said. She hugged him.

"I actually just came to say hi." Wilson said. "I might move here, depends on a few things. Well, it was nice to meet you Lisa, House." They shook hands, and Wilson left.

Cuddy turned to House, "We still have to call our parents."

"Damn! You didn't do that already?" He sighed, "OK, let's go."

Cuddy dialed her parents number, Ring ring, ring ring. "Hello?" Her mother answered.

"Mom? Hi, it's Lisa."

"Lisa! How are you and Greg?"

"We're fine, actually we're better than fine. We're-We're getting married."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, "AAHH! Chris! Chris! Get in here!"

"What? What happened?" She heard her father yell.

"For Pete's sake Christian!" Kate yelled. "Put the bat down! Lisa's getting married!"

"To?" He asked.

"Greg of course!"

"...She on the other end?" The was some noise, then Christian said into the reciever, "Lisa?"

"Hi Dad," she said tiredly. "I heard what you said."

"Baby, I just want to make sure you want this."

"I've been with him over 6 and a half years!"

"And it took him this long to propose!"

"No, Dad!" Cuddy was getting really upset. "He propsed the night of my graduation from Michigan! He loves me! So whether you like it or not, we're getting married 5 months. Tell Mom I love her." Cuddy hung up.

"Chris!" Kate Cuddy hissed at her husband. "Why would you say that?"

"...He's too old for her."

"Yeah right. If she had someone her age, you'd be saying he was too young, and he couldn't take care of her. Face it, you just want her to bring a Jewish boy home."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, of course not, but you need to stop when she found what she wants. So what if he's a little old for her? He makes her happy."

Cuddy sat on their bed, fuming. "Lise, it's OK. One of my future in-laws likes me, and you love me. Long as I got you, and you're happy, it doesn't matter what other people think. Your dad is just freaking out that his little girl is getting taken away from him by a 40 year old atheist."

She smiled at him, "40?"

"Shut up."

"He didn't get like this with Julia, well, I guess I wouldn't know if he did, I was at school."

"Too busy partying and blacking out to remember to go home." She socked him on the arm, "Ow!"

"Don't be such a baby, and call your parents."

House started grumbling, but took the phone and dialed his parents' number. Ring ring ring, Ring ring ring. "Don't pick up, don't pick up, don't pick uupp." He whispered quietly. Yes! Voice mail. The recording of his mother's voice had just ended "Yes!", when she answered the phone.

"Hello?" She answered cheerily.

Dammit! he mouthed. "Hi, Mom. Uh, it's me."

"Greg! You haven't called in a long time! How's Lisa?"

"She's good."

"Understatement!" Cuddy said into the reciever.

House put the phone to his shoulder, "Did you want me to do this or not? Then shut up, and let me do it my way." He put the phone back to his ear, "Uh, Mom. We're getting married."

"Honey! I am so happy for you! Let me talk to her."

"She wants to talk to you," he gave the phone to her. "See, she knows not to call my dad into the room when I tell her good news."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Hi...Yeah, finally...Oh it's beautiful." She looked at her ring. "Yes...Oh, I wouldn't do it justice, you'll just have to see when you come for the wedding...5 months, May 22nd." Cuddy laughed, "I'm sure John will be thrilled." House rolled his eyes. "Alright. I'll see you then...Bye."

John House was less than excited. More confused, "Why?" Was what he said when his wife told him that their son was going to marry his girlfriend. "She's, I don't know. Out of his league."

"John. She loves him."

"Which brings me back to 'why'."

Blythe sighed, "Oh John."

House was laying on the bed, Cuddy was laying next to him on his arm, he had his other hand on her stomach, and she was running her fingertips back and forth over the back of his hand. "Why do you hate your dad so much?"

She felt him tense, "Why?"

"I don't know. I just want to know."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You can talk to me." She turned and put her head on his chest, "It's not like I'm going to hold anything against you. I would just like to know why my future husband and father of my children hates his father so much." House remained silent. "Please talk to me. You know you can trust me. Please."

House exhaled slowly, his arms held Cuddy close to him. She didn't feel unlike a teddy bear, but if he needed one, she was damn sure going to be as big and fluffy as he needed. "...When I was a kid," he tightened his arms even more and put his forehead on the top of her head, "he, you know how I broke my arm when I was a kid?." Cuddy's jaw dropped, she hugged him tightly. "If something wasn't exactly so, or I disobeyed an order, or talked back, questioned authority...I know what you're going to ask, why didn't my mom stop it, what did he do."

"No. I'm not going to ask, if you want to tell me, you know you can, but if you can't, wait until you can."

He sighed, "I don't deserve you."

Cuddy moved so she was stradling his waist, and pinned his arms above his head, "Why do you always say that?"

He looked her directly in the eye when he answered, "Because it's true."

"You deserve every bit of me. Look, this rock on my finger means I decide what you do and don't deserve. What you do deserve is a better father, and two beautiful children with the woman you love, which had better be me."

He smiled, "I'd be an idiot if I didn't."

"That was a very good answer."

"...Can we try to make a baby now?"

"No!" Cuddy laughed. "After the wedding. I don't want to have a belly, I want to look good on my wedding day."

House grabbed her wrists, and rolled on top of her with his knees on either side of her. With his lips centimeters from hers, he asked, "Why do you refuse to believe that you look good all the time? You look better than me." She smiled, then brushed her lips against his. "What was that for?"

"You're being sweet." House sighed and rolled off her.

"You ruined it. Now what am I going to tell people when they ask why you're in such a good tomorrow?"

"You could tell them you gave me mind blowing sex."

He turned his head, "But that would be ly-" he was shut up by Cuddy's lips. She stopped, "I changed my mind, you didn't ruin it." He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it.

Cuddy opened her eyes when her alarm went off, she started to get up, but House grabbed her arm and pinned her to the matress with the right side of his body. "Why did you set your alarm earlier than normal? God's not up yet."

"You don't believe in God," she reminded.

"Don't care." His eyes still weren't open, "Go to sleep."

"I can't." She wriggled under him, "I have to interview for an opening in Oncology." He didn't move, she kissed him, "Now will you let me go?" House sighed, but lifted up his arm.

"You're more tired than you usually are." House said. "Stay in bed for a little while longer, I'll write you a doctor's note."

"The reason I'm tired," she whispered in his ear, "is because you kept me up later than usual."

House smiled, "You weren't complaining last night." It was true, she didn't and she wasn't now, it was just that she was tired. Interviews for Oncology were not actually up to her, but the department head was at medical convention researching new advances.

Cuddy was sitting at her desk, and picked up the next resume in the pile. James Wilson. No. But sure enough, Wilson walked through her door.

"I was told I'm interviewing with you instead."

"Yes you are. This is what you came into town for, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Cuddy found Wilson to be a terrific candidate, and would have hired him in the room if she wasn't basing her opinion on less than 2 minutes before her fiancee did something potientally illegal and that needed her imediate attention. "Well, I must say I'm impressed," reading her pager House 911. "Unfortunately my fiancee has incredibly bad timing. Would you mind waiting a few minutes while I go yell at him?"

"Of course."

"House!" Oh, she's pissed.

House froze, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how mad are you right now?" He turned around to face her, she was pissed.

"11! You can't forge your patient's signature!"

"Technically, Chase did it."

"I don't want your technicalities! Let me make this perfectly clear. Neither you, nor your lackies, or anyone for that matter can forge a signature." She said slowly. "Do you understand?" He nodded. "Good. Now, I have to go tell your newest buddy he has a job." House smiled, Cool.

"Get out of my office," Cuddy yelled at House, "and don't come back you've done the tests! And no forging, I want them done by you, and I want to see them before you do anything else!" They glared at each other a moment, then House stormed out. Wilson had only been working there 2 months and surprisingly never seen that. So when he came down for his clinic hours and saw the 2 screaming at each other, he asked Nurse Brenda "What's going on?"

"House wants a test" She answered without even looking up.

"That's normal?"

"Yep." House came out, red in the face.

"She's impossible!"

"You want to cut out a piece of a patient's brain without evidence." Brenda told him with a 'Stupid' look.

"Shut up Brenda."

"Ooo." She grabbed some files and stood up. "Looks like someone got overruled by their love muffin. Take these to Dr. Cuddy for aproval." she told a nurse. Wilson looked at Brenda with a questioning look, "I know better than to go in there after he comes out." Wilson and House were suposed to go out later, and he was really hoping that House wouldn't be all moody. At 8, Wilson knocked on House and Cuddy's door. It was awhile before someone answered, but House opened the door, still tying a robe, and he had a gooffy smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Are you high?"

House laughed, "Not exactly."

"Well, we were going to go out."

"Oh right. I'll be out in a minute." At the bar, Wilson was dying to ask what House was doing. "You want to know what I was doing, don't you?"

"Well, you answer the door and it looks like you just did some really good drugs, yeah, I want know where I can get them."

He smiled, "Lisa."

"Lisa?" His jaw dropped, "But you guys were screaming at eachother like, 7 hours ago."

"I told you we fight a lot. We usually continue fighting until her shirt comes off actually. Hhmm. Good times. That reminds me, I have to get home." He pulled out some cash and put it on the bar.

"Again?"

"No, she wants me to look at, something, for the wedding. See you tomorrow."

It was a month before the wedding, and House didn't have a best man. Wilson was eating in the cafeteria reading a patient's file, and Cuddy was pushing House towards him. She looked annoyed, and he was whining, "Do it!" She told him, "Go ask him."

"But Mooom!"

"Do it!" House sighed in defeat.

"She insists on this," he started. "Wilson, do you want to be my best man?" He said it fast and it was barely comprehendable .

"Really? Yeah." Cuddy jumped, literally, up in the air.

"Yes! So I can't only have 1 bridesmaid-"

"Which would be Stacy." House said.

"I don't know how Julia would feel about that-"

"But who cares about you're sister? I know you don't like her."

"...But so Stacy's not the only 1 up there, you're getting people from my side as groomsmen." He rolled his eyes, "Hey. You're the one that decided that solving puzzles was more important than making friends. So you will take my brother-in-law and cousins whether you like it or not."

"Yes ma'am."

She smiled, "See, that's why I keep you around. You know how to listen. To me." She kissed his cheek and walked away.

"Stacy I think I'm going to throw up!"

"No you're not." She said calmly. "This is how it is going to work, you will walk down that aisle, stand next to Greg, you both will say I do, go to the reception, then go on your honeymoon and come back pregnant." Cuddy laughed.

"It'll work exactly like that?"

"Exactly. That's how it worked for me and Bryan. Only we skipped the pregnant thing."

"OK. Greg would laugh if he could see me."

"I'm going to throw up." House was not any better, he could almost garuntee vomit.

"If you do that, she won't want to kiss you." Wilson told him.

"You're right." House straightened up. "Please Lise, don't change your mind."

"She's not going to change her mind. She willing to be impregnanted with your spawn, I think she loves you."

"Thank you." He responded sarcastically.

"Oh my God!" Cuddy turned around. "What if it rains?"

"Lisa, you've checked the weather at least 5 times, since 8:00. Right now, it's 9. It's not going to rain."

"Is my tie straight?" Wilson nodded. "Is it really straight or are you just tired of me freaking out?"

"I would not lie to you, and it's a tie. It's fine. It's time to go. Don't throw up."

"Thanks for the tip." Again, sarcastically.

"What I'm here for." House stood at their outside altar, very barely breathing.

"Lisa, I can see him right now. Here's there."

"What's he look like?"

"He has a tie, as requested. He looks as nervous and excited as you do. I'll see you out there." Cuddy nodded to her friend.

"We're up next Dad. I don't want to hear anything negative about him."

"Not today. You look beautiful." Cuddy smiled, Don't cry. "Time for you to make him the luckiest man on earth." He offered her his arm, and she took it. "Nothing to be nervous about." He whispered.

When the wedding march started, House looked down the aisle. He forgot to breathe, she straightened her hair, a small veil covered her face, her dress was long, beautiful, and simple. Beautifully simple? Simply beautiful? Either way, it's just like her. This whole wedding screamed her, and he loved it. Wilson hit his arm with his elbow, House inhaled sharply, realizing that oxygen was need to say 'I do'. He smiled, and even though her face was covered by the veil, Cuddy smiled just as wide, wider if that was possible. She started walking faster than she realized, and her father pulled back on her arm. It felt like an eternity before they were finally at the altar. Cuddy gave her boquet to Stacy, and held House's hand. They absent mindedly repeated after the rabbi. The only part Cuddy actually heard was when he was asking her if she took House in holy matronmony. "I do." He asked the same of House.

"If I didn't, we would kind of be wasting our time here, wouldn't we?..I do."

"You may kiss your bride." House lifted Cuddy's veil, and kissed her in no way gently. He picked her up and spun around in a circle. Even after his 360 he didn't put her down, or separate their lips. House felt someone tap on his shoulder, "House," Wilson whispered. "We want to clap, but you have to break the glass, and to do that you have to put her down."

"In a minute." He mumbled back. He felt his wife smile, breaking the kiss, so he put her down. Kiss was over.

"Greg," Cuddy poked her head into House's office. "I might have some really good news."

He looked up, "What?"

"You're busy." It was a statement, not a question.

"A little. OK, alot." he confessed after seeing her face. "I'm not too busy for your news."

"It's fine." She kissed his forehead. "I'll tell you when you get home." She was counting down until he got off work, it was usually before her, but when she went out to the parking lot, she saw his motorcycle. Is he still working? Cuddy went back up to his office, not going in, just looking through the glass walls. He was pacing his conference room, talking to his team, He's not going to be home for awhile. She knew this was going to happen, he had cases dumped in his lap every week that the smartest doctors couldn't figure out, and was the obsessive type. So she went home, held off on dinner until 8, he still wasn't home, at 9, wasn't home, so she got ready for bed. When she was out of the shower, House finally came home, her excitement came, then left when he collasped on the bed. 10:30. Cuddy heard a muffled "Oh!" He rolled on his back, "What was your potientally good news?"

"Well," she loved that he always tried to make time for her. Cuddy laid down on top of him, "I'm-" House's pager went off. "Go ahead." He pulled it out of his pocket, and groaned.

"Respiratory arrest. I'm sorry, I have to go."

She rolled off him, "...I'm late!" She yelled when he started walking away. House froze mid step.

When he turned around, he had that twinkle that he only got when he was really excited or happy. She beamed back. He jumped on the bed, holding himself over her on his forearms and knees, "How late?"

"2 weeks." He kissed her passionately, then rolled on his back, bringing her with him. "You have to go to work." She reminded after a moment of celebrating. He reluctantly left his wife, and didn't come back home until 2:30 in the morning. Cuddy wasn't asleep as expected, he heard sniffling coming from the bathroom that attatched to their room. "Lise?" He looked in, she was sitting on the toilet, hunched over, crying. "Baby what happened?" He hugged her from behind, but she seemed to cry harder. "Lisa, what happen?"

"I'm-I'm...not preg...pregnant." She hicupped out. He sat on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She cried into his chest while he rubbed her arm, trying to calm her down. "Shhh. Sshh." He rocked back and forth, "Lisa, it's OK."

"Greg I was so happy!"

"I know," he whispered into her hair. "I was too. I'm so sorry. My little swimmers didn't feel like swimming I guess."

She laughed, "I guess I'll have to give them a talking to."

"Greg," House was on his way out the door, just grabbing a few things he forgot, stuffing them in his back pack. He was going out of the country to teach, do research, and tell Cuddy what medications she should have at her hospital, he was going to be gone for 4 months. "Greg, this is kinda important."

"I'm sorry Lise, I have to get going. There's Wilson. I love you, I'll be back not nearly soon enough." He kissed her, "Love you."

4 months later, Deja vu, Cuddy was waiting in an airport for House to come back. Unfortunately, there were no chairs she could stand on, and the crowd was huge, Does everyone have a husband coming back? Damn. "Lisa!" She completely forgot she was in a crowded airport, she ran at him, hitting him like a brick wall. He hugged her tight, and spun her once. That didn't mean he put her down. They both had their eyes closed, just regreting all the time he had been away, loving being able to do this again. House's eyes snapped open, he adjusted his grip on her, she looked at his stunned face. Beaming, she nodded vigorously. He squeazed her tighter and spun her again. House put her down, and threw his fists in the air, "I'm gonna be a dad! Whoo! Yes!" After they had been home a few hours, House called Wilson, "You're going to be an uncle."

"Wha...Oh my God! Congradulations!" Cuddy called Stacy, got the same reaction, just a lot more screaming.

Next week they went to get an ultrasound. 2, count them, 2 heartbeats. Boy and a girl. "Ha! I get my baby girl, and you get you little boy."

"I can't believe you want a baby girl." Cuddy wiped the jelly off her belly.

"Why wouldn't I want a little, more easily corrupted you?" She cupped his cheek and gave him a light kiss. "Damn Lise, no PDA." Cuddy laughed at him, "Hey, your rule."

An: M'kay, there will be one more chapter. Cause, come on, I gotta include the Huddy babies. What cruel person would set up Huddy offspring, then not deliver? OK, probably David Shore. Lucky for you though, I'm not him...Lucky bastard.