A/N: I was feeling super active today, at least in writing, and decided to post another chapter.

Thanks as always to my amazing reviewers. I hope you like this chapter.

"Hello this is Dr. Gregory House can you give me contact to Dr. Emily Rossetti?"

"Umm let's see. Ah, yes, do you want me to pass you through?"

"Yes."

"All right here you go."

House stood in the bathroom, and held his cell phone tightly up to his ear. The trash lay open on the ground, the pregnancy test lay on the table. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and tried to think straight, but his thoughts seemed to jumble up in a mess.

How could he not have known? How could he, the notorious Dr. Gregory House not see that she was pregnant? Was he losing it? Or was he just in complete denial? He hoped for everyone's sake that the latter option was true.

Of course it had occurred to him more than once over the day. Her dizzy spells had nothing to do with her throwing up, and he knew it, he knew it and he let it slide. Or did he? He wasn't quite sure anymore.

He tried to tell himself to calm down, he wasn't hundred percent sure, she had taken two tests and got two outcomes, one was right, but which one?

He already knew the answer, of course he did, but he wasn't going to tell Cuddy that the test was positive and then it would turn out that she wasn't pregnant. He couldn't do that to her again, so in complete panic he called the first person that came to his mind. The irony of it was that he hadn't heard from this person in fifteen years, but before he knew it he had dialed the number.

"My, my, to what do I owe the pleasure to get a phone call from none other than the infamous Greg House?" Her jubilant voice rang in his ear, and brought him back to reality.

"Good to hear from you too Emily. I actually need to ask you a favor."

"Huh, that's a first. What can I do?"

He was so grateful that she didn't ask questions like; 'why the hell are you asking me a favor when we haven't spoken in fifteen years'. It was actually as if they had spoken the day before.

"How accurate are pregnancy tests?"

"Ha, I did so not suspect this. Did you get some poor little innocent thing pregnant?"

"No. Now tell me."

"Couldn't you just have called the company?"

"And what? They would have told me some well rehearsed lie about their statistics and how much more accurate their tests are above every other company, so no I couldn't."

"So everybody still lies." It was a statement not a question. "Well I don't know what to tell you, today they're fairly accurate. I have heard about several people who weren't pregnant even though the home pregnancy test said otherwise. However with today's tests I think that if there is a positive test there is a great chance that it's correct."

"But what if there was one negative and one positive test?"

"I think if that's the case you should take a blood test and see what happens, and of course you should contact a gynecologist."

"Why the hell did you think I called you? You haven't changed your profession have you?"

"Oh common Greg, aren't you working at a hospital. There must be a decent gynecologist there."

"Yeah but she can't go there."

"Why?"

"Cause she's also a doctor there, and we can't exactly be discreet there."

"Oh she's a doctor. Who is she? Do I know her?" She said exuberantly.

"Don't think so. Now can you see her or not?"

"Sorry but my schedule is full. I can't possibly squeeze another patient in."

"What, you can't do me this one favor?"

"Hey this is what happens you write several books and bam you find yourself overbooked till the next century."

"I'm not just sending her to anyone, I'm sending her to you. Common you must be able to squeeze her somewhere in between."

"Wow it seems like you really care about her. Are you sure this is Greg House, or is this someone who sounds exceedingly like him and is having a blast in messing with my brain?"

"You owe me Emily." He reminded her. She huffed and he heard rustling of paper before her much more annoyed voice returned on the phone.

"Friday one o'clock, and don't be late!"

"No worries. See you then Gingerhead."

"Don't call me that, and bring a sandwich with you in the meantime. You owe me lunch."

"Bye."

"Sure."

He flipped his phone shut and sighed. He really didn't know what he was doing, he was actually surprised how level headed he actually was, compared to the circumstances.

He sighed and opened the door carefully and peered into the darkness of Cuddy's bedroom. He could see her small form under the covers and the soft sound of her breathing. He tip toed into the room and closed the door behind him.

He stood by the foot of the bed and watched her sleep.

He wasn't sure how he should break the news to her, he wasn't even sure whether he should, but it wasn't fair to her to keep it a secret from her. He wondered whether she had already realized the truth herself. She was very aware of her body, and she must have experienced some changes.

She turned in her sleep and mumbled something unintelligible.

The sound of her cell phone ringing rang through the air. He sneaked a look in her direction to see whether she had woken up and to his dismay he saw her hands move to her face tiredly. He scurried to her suitcase where her vibrating iPhone rang loudly.

"Hello."

"Is this Dr. Cuddy's phone?"

"Yeah."

"Can I speak with her?"

"No she's not well right now…" He felt a hand on his arm and looked at a very much-tired Cuddy gesturing for him to hand her the phone. Reluctantly he handed it to her but showed her his clear displeasure. She only patted his arm and answered.

"Hello. Yes, this is she." She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"No." Her tone changed.

"Yes I understand."

"Of course, all right I'll see you then." She shut off the phone and threw it on the bed carelessly.

"What was that?"

"It was the hospital board, they want a meeting tomorrow."

"Those bastards." House muttered and sat down beside her. He took her hand in his and traced patterns over her palm.

"Did they say what it was about?"

She bit her lip and shook her head.

"No but I have a pretty good idea."

House didn't say anything and kept his gaze turned downwards.

"It's so strange." She suddenly piped up. House looked up.

"What is?"

"That you haven't said anything."

"What am I supposed to have said?"

"How strange this has been. Don't you think it's a little bit too much of a coincidence that I fainted after two days of puking at the same time? I thought that you would have suspected something by now."

He stopped tracing her palm and let go of her hand. He sighed and buried his head in his hands.

"I have." He muttered, and looked up.

"I have been suspicious, for a while, but I couldn't…I didn't want to hurt you, and you've been distracted, and in pain. I didn't want to mention anything in case it wasn't anything, but…" He paused and stood up.

"But what?" She whispered.

He didn't utter a word and walked into the bathroom to retrieve the pregnancy test, he walked up to her and handed it to her.

"I found this in the trash earlier." He murmured.

She looked at him with an unreadable expression on her face then looked at the stick and let out a sharp breath.

"Oh God, oh my God." Her words came out in a sob. She turned her head up to meet House's, a small tear ran down her cheek.

The next thing he knew she had jumped up into his embrace, and squeezed him to her tightly. She sobbed into his shirt, and he just held her.

"I knew it. I knew it." She whispered.

She let go of him and stared at him teary eyed.

"We're going to be parents." She suddenly breathed out disbelievingly.

"Cuddy." He approached her carefully. "The test isn't hundred percent accurate, we have to take a blood test before we decide anything."

She nodded her head but couldn't quite hide her happiness. He wished that he could feel celebratory right now but he couldn't let such emotions carry him away when there was still a chance that she wasn't pregnant.

She smiled at him understandably; she took his hand and squeezed it.

"I know, House." She said meaningfully as if she knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

"I love you." She said sweetly.

"I love you too." He muttered softly. She touched his cheek affectionately.

"Everything will be all right."

He didn't say anything to her statement but hoped that it would be true.

"I'm going to call Dr. Evans to get an appointment."

House froze slightly and coughed awkwardly. He hadn't quite thought how to tell her that he had already taken care of that.

"Uh yeah, about that. Don't you think that you should talk to someone outside Princeton? You know someone who doesn't know us. "

"Why? Dr. Evans is perfectly fine." She said and picked up her phone from the bed. He snatched it skillfully out of her hands, and put his hand behind his back.

"What? House what are you doing."

"Okay don't be mad." He raised his finger up in warning. She folded her arms together and stared at him pointedly.

"Only if you have given me a reason to be."

"I sort of called someone when I found the test."

Her cheeks flared up and he could see her explode.

"You what?" She said lowly, her voice was almost lethal.

"Okay, in my defense I called her because I had to be sure." He said warily.

"You had to be sure of what?"

"That you wouldn't get hurt. You are sensitive towards this, and I wanted to make sure that the test result was true. Like I said before we aren't sure."

"But you could have told me before you called someone. Who did you call anyway? Wilson? Because I'm not okay with that."

"It wasn't Wilson."

She looked at him utterly confused.

"I called an old friend of mine. Her name is Emily Rossetti and she's actually a gynecologist. I really don't know why I called her but her name popped into my mind and I…"

"Hold on." She raised her index finger to silence him. "You know Dr. Rossetti? How?"

"We were in Johns Hopkins together, you know, before I got fired and all."

"So you actually called one of the most successful doctor to date and got an appointment?" He nodded his head hoping that those news would at least cease her anger.

"Without consoling me?" She flared up. He started to find the possible escape routs just in case. But Cuddy was on fire and took the nearest object she could find, which, thankfully for him, turned out to be a pillow. She slammed the pillow on his arm angrily. His face scrunched up in pain, the blow had been surprisingly hard.

"Why can't you ever be honest with me House?" She screamed.

He dodged away from the next blow and managed to jump on the other side of the bed, and took his own pillow as a weapon.

"Don't you run away from me." She bellowed harshly, and stormed towards him.

"Then listen to me." His voice muffled when a pillow hit his head.

"Ouch! Goddamn it woman." He managed to grab a hold of her leg and tackled her on the bed. His leg was throbbing but he ignored the pain and pinned Cuddy down, holding her arms above her head.

"Let go of me."

She tried to wiggle her hands out of his grasp but he was stronger.

"Cuddy, just calm down, you mad woman." He said through gritted teeth. She stopped fighting him back and he could feel her muscles slacken. She looked at him angrily. He always found it funny how her lips turned into a pout when she was angry. He drowned the urge to kiss her, he knew that it wouldn't be well received at the moment.

"What are you grinning at, you big dork." She mumbled groggily.

"Just you. You actually look better." He complimented her.

"Gee thanks. I feel so much better now." He sarcastically remarked.

"Oh please, don't be such a drama queen. I did this for you."

"It's not that…it's just…I feel like you're always keeping stuff away from me and you could have talked to me before you called this woman out of the blue."

"I'm sorry." House muttered. "I just kind of panicked. It will never happen again."

"Uh huh."

"Honest."

She raised her eyebrows skeptically. He smirked wickedly and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss then he moved his bearded cheek against hers and turned his head back and forth so his beard brushed roughly on her soft cheek.

"Ah House! Stop it."

He laughed wickedly and kissed her on her cheek, forehead, and nose then lastly he landed on her mouth. He loosened his grip on her hands that flew immediately over his shoulders. She deepened the kiss, and started to fumble for the buttons on his shirt. His hands traveled down her shoulders and snaked under her tee shirt. She moaned out when his hand cupped her breast, she brushed off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt when the bedroom door burst open.

"Mommy, mommy." Rachel yelled and ran into the room.

House and Cuddy looked up in unison, and sighed out loud. House rolled off Cuddy who sat up and regarded her daughter.

"Hi sweetie."

"Mommy look I drew a picture, wanna see?"

"Yeah." She said enthusiastically. House resisted the urge to roll his eyes; no way that she was enjoying this. Rachel, however, was beaming. She handed her mother the picture and smiled a toothy grin.

"Oh honey this is amazing…uh, what is it?"

Rachel laughed merrily and pointed with one finger at a pink colored figure.

"This is me, and this is you." She pointed again at a taller pink figure.

"And this is Howse." She said happily and pointed at the blue figure in the corner of the paper.

"Look, it has a cane and everything." Cuddy murmured and pointed at the vertical line by the figure.

"How adorable is that?"

House gave her a are-you-kidding-me expression, and sneered.

"Great job Rachel." Cuddy complimented her and touched her hair dotingly.

"Dr. Cuddy." Marina's voice came from the hallway, then the elderly woman appeared in the doorway.

"Rachel I told you not to disturb them." She chastised the girl who looked shamefully down.

"I'm sowy." She murmured.

"It's all right sweetie. Marina you can go home early, I'm feeling much better."

"Are you sure?" She said uncertainly.

"Yes."

"All right, but take care of yourself, and Dr. House you should make her a nice dinner and give her a message, she works like a beast."

"Don't worry Marina, everything's fine."

Marina didn't look too sure but she let it be, and bid them goodbye.

"Bye Marina." Cuddy called after the woman and picked Rachel up.

"Okay let's go clean you up." She cooed and swept into the bathroom.

House sat on the edge of the bed and buttoned up his shirt disappointedly.

Rachel was a sweet kid but sometimes she was pain in the ass, it seemed like she came like clockwork at the worst of times, like at that moment. He wondered how it was to have two kids running around.

House froze at the thought, he couldn't think like that. He shook his head and buttoned the last button frustratingly.

"Okay sweetie, I'll be just outside." He heard Cuddy say from the bathroom then she appeared in the doorframe and regarded him closely.

"Are you okay?" She muttered.

"Yeah."

She put a lock of her hair behind her ear and walked slowly towards him. She sat down beside him and put a comforting hand on his arm.

"Are you sure? I mean, I know that this is hard for you. You have never been too comfortable with kids, and we never planned this and…"

"Hey don't say that. I just…" He sighed, "I just don't want to bring any expectations when this might turn into nothing."

"I know." She murmured.

"So when do we have an appointment with ?"

"Friday at one."

"House I can't just leave work on a Friday." She said upsettingly.

"Cuddy, she's the best. I don't want you to just go to anyone."

"You really mean that." She leaned into his embrace.

"Besides we can make a trip out of it. Rachel has never been to New York has she?"

Cuddy sat up and looked sharply at him.

"She's in New York?"

"Yeah. She works at Mount Sinai."

Cuddy shifted and looked at him irritatingly, she stood up and walked away from him. House sat dumbfound on the bed.

"What was that?" he asked after her.

She turned around and stared at him in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable." She muttered and walked into the bathroom leaving House sitting confused, horny and irritated. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to handle this for the next months. He decided that it was best to not think of such things, instead he stood up and sat by the TV in the living room, enjoying some alone time, while he still could.