Notes: Well, here's Chapter 1. Please note that I am on Vicodin for dental work, so its not my best work...or maybe its better. Who knows? Review and I will!

Chapter 1

Thinking back on the Sunday night, now almost two months ago, that lead to the worst Monday of her life, Cameron couldn't stop a blush from creeping over her cheeks. She'd been over it in her mind; Chase was out of town for a medical conference for three weeks, and she was alone. That was most of it. House no longer had Wilson to occupy his time. The duty of House-sitting had landed in her lap, literally.

And now, several weeks later, she was doing the hardest part of cheating; confessing.

It had been over a month ago. Chase knew something was bothering her the second he got back, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. Now, though, she had no choice.

"Allison? Are you listening?" Robert said, holding the box. Damn him for coming over 3 hours early. "What's this?"

"You can read."

"Okay, I know what it is. How did it come out?" he smiled. "Al, you can tell me! I'm not upset!"

"Its positive...but..." His arms were around her before she could finish. There was a muffled sound coming from his shoulder.

"What?" Chase asked, letting her go.

"Its not yours."

"What do you mean?"

"I was on my period before you left for the conference, and...we...not since then-" Chase looked like he'd been kicked in the chest. "It was the biggest mistake of my life, Robert," she whispered. "We were...really...drunk after a really tough case. I'm so sorry-"

"Who?" he asked.

"You don't want to know."

"I need to know, Al. Please?"

"House." Chase dropped into a chair with a small thud. He put his head in his hands, and sat silently. "Robert?"

"How could you?" She couldn't look at him. Instead she sat in the chair across the table. "I love you...so much, Allison. How could you do this to me?" He stood and quietly put the box in the trash can. "I should go." She nodded. Robert gathered his coat, toothbrush and other items that he'd kept in her apartment, and left without another word.

After an hour of sitting at her kitchen table, Allison made a decision. She would tell House that she was pregnant. She'd try to work things out with Robert later. House needed to know before anyone else.

She grabbed her keys and jogged down to her car. The drive took longer than she thought, as he lived in Plainsboro, and she lived in Trenton. She's expected it would shorter, but because she was delivering this kind of news, she drove slowly, and passed his street several times, trying to make up her mind.

Her mind was made up for her when her cell rang.

"Hello?"

"When you're done circling my street, bring me a Reuben."

"We need to talk."

"Chase just left about 15 minutes before you started your buzzard impression. Just...come up so we can talk." His voice was soft. There was a click as line went dead. She pulled into a spot in front and slowly made her way up the stairs to the entrance of his building. The door opened before she could knock. "No Reuben?"

"House-"

"We'll order out." He ushered her in and softly closed the door. "Cameron-"

"I'm keeping the baby."

"I assumed."

"You assumed correctly," she said, sitting down on his couch. "Chase was here?"

"He came in, yelled at me for having sex with you, told me how he found out, tried to hit me, started crying, and I had Foreman come drag him out to a bar." House sat on the couch next to her. "You sure its mine?" She nodded.

"Pretty sure. We'll test to be sure, but its almost impossible that Chase is the father."

"And you and I were too drunk to think about using anything." She nodded, and a tear dropped from her eye.

"House, I want to be clear; I didn't do this on purpose."

"Never said you did. We were both there. You and I played equal parts in this...thing."

"So, what do we do?"

"You've already said you're keeping the kid, so-"

"What about you? Do you want to be a part of his or her life?" Cameron stood and paced in front of where House sat on his couch. "Can you deal with spit up, and diapers, and...and crying all night? Can you handle me getting hormonal?"

"As apposed to what? You've been one giant budle of hormones from the second I met you!"

"House," she warned.

Greg sighed as he thought for a moment. This isn't what he wanted, and its not how he wanted this conversation to go. It wasn't his fault any more than it was hers. And as harsh as he was to the world, it was his baby to think about. His and Allison's baby. "Do you expect us to get married?" He stood and leaned heavily on his cane, standing over her. He wasn't sure if it was to intimidate her or just simply be closer to her.

"I don't know. I'm not sure what you want."

"Are you still under the delusion that you're in-love with me?"

"This isn't about love, House! This is about a child! We, in a moment of drunken stupidity, created a human life! I really don't see how it matters if I love you or not!"

"So that's a Yes."

"Hou-"

"Allison," he said, resting a hand on her shoulder. She froze. "Think about this baby. You want this baby. I can see it written all over your face. Its my kid, too, and I...want to be there for it."

"You do?"

House swallowed hard and nodded. "I...want to be there for my kid."

"So now what?"

"Um...so...are we going to get married or something?"

"Dr. Cameron," called a voice. Cameron groaned to herself and pasted on a smile for House's little ducklings. Thirteen and Kutner were walking toward her. "I was told to bring you this, and see if you had some, quote, "Idiot who needed something more than an Ibuprofen to cure, because we're bored." Unquote." Thirteen handed her a sandwich. "Not sure why I have to feed you, but You know House."

"Better than anyone," she muttered to herself. "Tell him we have simple cases that, quote, "A Monkey with a bottle of Motrin" can cure."

"I'll let him know."

"Also...tell him Thanks for the sandwich." Thirteen smiled and nodded as she walked away. Kutner waved silently and followed.

"And, what, pray tell, was that about?" a nurse asked, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "House feeding you?"

"He had me helping on a case all night, and I skipped breakfast."

"Mmmmhmmm."

"I'm going through some stuff, okay Loretta?"

"Like that sweet little piece of surgical ass?"

"We broke up," she said softly. A few tears fell before she could push them back. "Last night." Nurse Loretta sighed and rested her hand over Cameron's. The older woman's dark skin made Cameron's hand look tiny and frail.

"It'll be okay, sweetie. Right guy'll come along, and Dr. Perfect-Hair won't be anywhere near your heart." Cameron laughed through a small sob.

"Dr. Cameron," Cuddy's voice called from the hall. There was a quick clicking to her heels. A woman on a mission. "Can we speak in your office, please?" Cameron nodded and followed the other woman into her small office.

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"You can tell me why my best surgeon won't come near the hospital, for one."

"He...I...House...Well, see, yesterday I-"

"Chase just found out yesterday?" she hissed. "I am trying to run a hospital, and you and House with your little sex-capades are making my life miserable! Chase called in sick, told me that he needed personal time to deal with some terrible news. I can only assume that since you are here, House was in at 7:15 am in the clinic, that you two are trying to get on my good side-"

"I'm pregnant! Okay? House...basically proposed last night, 10 minutes after I told him. Chase is the least of my worries."

"Not quite what I expected to hear..." Cuddy's face was white, and slowly turning red as the reality of the situation sank in. "Are you out of your pregnant mind! Did he drug you? Marrying House is a form of suicide, Cameron-"

"Stop it!" she hissed at her boss. Her eyes narrowed. "I have enough on my plate to deal with, not counting my boss chewing me out."

"You have enough to deal with?" Cuddy threw her arms up in defeat. "UNBelieveble!"

"What do you want from me? Do you want me to resign? Apologise to Chase? Work more clinic hours-"

Cuddy glared at her, thinking of the added complication. "Oh, you're not allowed near the clinic!" Cuddy sighed. "Of all the people...House? You really are a masochist."

"Dr. Cuddy, I think you should leave. We'll continue this discussion later." Knowing she gave too much away, Cuddy turned on a heal and left.

He wanted the office quiet. He knew Cameron and/or Cuddy wouldn't be too far off, followed by Foreman. No one can keep secrets in hospitals. "Okay, people, go find me a case." House dropped a stack of referrals on the table. "More importantly, find it away from my office." As soon as the current hatch-lings waddled from the office, Cameron stepped in.

"Is Cuddy in-love with-" Cameron started, eyebrow raised. House snorted.

"Yeah. She may look like she hates me...but she draws little hearts on her prescription pad that say 'L. C. plus G. H. equals Luv.' Why? Jealous?"

"She may be." House's face fell.

"I meant you! She knows?" Click Click Click..."Crap."

"HOUSE!" came the voice of Angry-Cuddy, along with the echo of her heels. The door swung open and the Dean of Medicine stopped, obviously not expecting to see Cameron there. "How did you get here before me?"

"Stairs?" Cameron squeaked. Cuddy closed the door, locked it and drew the blinds closed.

"I am only going to say this once. There will be nothing unprofessional in this hospital. If Chase quits, you're both fired. This is a hospital, not a soap opera. You make nice with Dr. Chase," she said to Cameron. "Get back to the E. R." Cameron stepped out of the room, but didn't go far. She listened carefully at the door. "House, I warned you-"

"I didn't do anything-"

"Welcome to the orderly staff-" she said, smiling, until his cane crashed into the wall. She froze.

"I didn't tease her! I didn't make her cry! I didn't even brag to Chase!" he yelled. "All I did was do the right thing; asked the woman to marry me. Just because you want to be a single mother of a test-tube baby doesn't mean its right for everyone!"

"What is this going to accomplish? You're only going to break her heart, and the baby's!"

"How-"

"You're marrying someone you don't love to be with a kid you don't want, House! You don't love Cameron! You don't even like her!" The room was silent as House looked away from Cuddy. "You do like her."

"Cuddy-"

"Do you love her?" House was silent. "You're in-love." Cuddy didn't know what to say. She stared at him, feeling heart break of her own. She quickly bottled it down and looked at her hands. "You're in-love with Cameron."

"Don't go mushy on me. I may vomit."

Cuddy rubbed her forehead and paced the room slowly. "Well this changes things." House sighed. It felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs. "I'm sorry, Greg, I was out of line." House nodded meekly. "You're...off bed-pan duty. But you'll do your clinic hours, Plus Cameron's AND Chase's!"

"I don't fu-"

"You will do them, because she's not allowed near the clinic for the next 9 months, and I'm not putting you and Chase in there together; he'll try to hit you, and you'll be forced to beat him with your cane."

"If I give you Girl Scouts Honor not to beat him with the cane, can I skip his hours?"

"House," she warned. "I can make your life a living hell for the next nine months, or make them fly by. Its up to you."

Cameron blinked twice, trying to decide if she'd heard correctly. House had feelings for her, and they weren't nausea and head ache. When Cuddy started to warn him again on clinic hours, Cameron made a quick dash down the hall, almost knocking over Thirteen.

She bit down on her lip. This wasn't something she expected at all. House liked her, and that complicated things. Or simplified things. She wasn't sure. One person who would know wasn't at the hospital; Wilson. He was taking personal time off, and she didn't want to bother him. Cameron rounded the corner and hurried to the elevator. House...liked...her. The compartment felt smaller. He had asked her to marry him, sort of, and they were having a baby, and he admitted that he was in-love with her. "Oh, my God," she whispered out loud, fear creeping up her body.

He was in-love with her.

The doors opened and she was on the ground floor. As she stepped out, reality was still hitting her, as was a wave of nausea. She dashed toward the nearest bathroom.

Cameron decided that she wanted to give House some space while he came to terms with everything. It wasn't that he seemed upset, but she knew that he wouldn't tell anyone if he was going through anything personal.

She watched through the glass as he studied the white board, covered in symptoms for their new patient. The coffee she was holding was getting cold, but she was enjoying watching him think.

It had been 3 weeks since he found out he was going to be a father. His stomach flipped over at the thought. "What are we missing?" he said out loud as Cameron wandered into the office with coffee. "What do you think, fairest duckling of them all?"

She studied the board as well. The patients problems added up to nothing, as usual, but she was more focused on Gregory House. Thirteen had been hiding in the lab most of the day, Taub and Kutner were running around like headless chickens for House. He was stressed out. That didn't puzzle her at all. What did puzzle her was that when she was around, he was calm, or at least pretended to be. "I don't know." She looked over and handed him the steaming cup. He sighed and sipped at his coffee. "Did you test for esophageal cancer?"

"No. This is why E. R. doesn't deserve you," he said, grinning. He picked up his cell and dialed. "Test for Esophageal cancer." He snapped the phone closed. "You may have saved his life."

"The patient?"

"Kutner." Cameron laughed. "You've been avoiding me."

"I thought you needed some space...to...think about everything."

"Three weeks worth of space?"

"I figured you'd come to me when you were ready." He glared at her for a moment.

"We should talk."

"We are," she pointed out. House rolled his eyes. "Sorry."

"We're getting married," he said softly. "I don't want my kid to ever think I didn't want him. Nothing worse in the entire world than thinking your father hates you." She listened intently. He was speaking from experience. "I, uh, I'm thinking about putting my condo on the market soon. I have an agent looking for something bigger, close to the hospital, maybe with a yard."

"House-"

"Unless you don't want-"

"I do, but slow down! Okay?" House sighed. She was pulling away, and he was pushing closer. He didn't expect her to be scared. He sighed and glanced at her for a moment. "House, I'm sorry, its just a lot to take in after an 18 hour shift."

"Mm," he grunted.

"The biopsy is probably going to be first thing in the morning, so...why don't we go back to your place and talk?" House raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Don't even go there right now," she said, with a half smile.

"I'm marrying you, you're already pregnant. Doesn't that mean I get a few perks?" His eye-brows wiggled, bringing a smile to her face, and a good laugh.

"We'll see."

House looked through his refrigerator. There were a few boxes of take out, a few types of beer, and an old pizza. "You need to shop," Cameron said, looking in over his shoulder. "Chips will work for now."

"I'm ordering from the deli up the street." Cameron wanted to roll her eyes at his attempt at being protective. "I'll be back in 15 minutes. Don't break anything, and don't let Steve out; he'll hide from anyone but me." He put shoes back on and left her alone in the condo.

The place was quiet, aside from Steve McQueen running on his wheel in the next room. She'd seen him a few times, but wasn't too fond of the creature. He smelled. If House had bought him in a pet store, she'd be more open to him. However, being a rat caught in an attic, Stacy's attic, Allison wanted very little to do with the creature.

She was finally able to look at his home. It suited him. Not the sarcastic ass she knew at work, but the intellect she'd see when the sarcasm faded. He had a sense of humor, and a deep sense of empathy when he thought no one was looking. And he could be kind. He was incredible. But somewhere along the way, he'd been hurt one time too many; his father, Stacy, his leg, Wilson. He'd shut everyone out.

Except her.

She sat at his piano and touched the keys lightly. His fingers fell there countless times; it was an oject so much apart of him that it felt almost invasive to touch it. She couldn't help herself. Allison Cameron loved playing the piano. She wasn't nearly as good as House, but she could play well enough.

After what seemed like only a few moments, the door opened and she stopped. "No," House said. "Finish." She looked at her hands. "Please. Its good." Cameron continued her song, softer than before. When she stopped, House was on the couch, eyes closed, listening intently.

"Hou-"

"Play it again." His voice was so soft that she wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. "Please..." Her breath caught for a moment. She turned back and started the song over, each note drifting to the man on the couch bringing him closer to her. She was in his world now, and nothing existed outside of the room. She could hear her heart pounding, but wasn't because she was nervous. Cameron didn't notice him move to stand behind her until his hands brushed her hair from her shoulders. "Why didn't I know you played?"

"Its...not something I announce." She shivered at his closeness. "House-"

"Greg," came the soft reply from behind her. "Maybe you should call me Greg."

"Greg," she repeated. It felt strange to say. She remembered small moments from that night; she'd called him Greg then. He'd only called her Cameron. What stuck out in her mind was that he'd kissed her first. "Greg?" Allison looked up at him, trying to read him.

"Hmm?"

"Maybe...you could call me Allie...or Allison."

"What did Chase call you?"

"Al," she said flatly. House laughed. "Not funny. I'm not an old guy who drinks beer."

"Allison," he said, touching her hair. He reached out hand to help her up. "Dinner's getting cold."

The two moved over to the couch where House pulled out two sandwiches, a couple of cookies, chips, and bottled juice. He offered her the orange, but she snatched the apple before he could protest, and she did it with a grin that tugged at his heart. As they ate, he decided to get to the subject at hand. "My parents are coming up. They'll be here in about 3 weeks."

"Really?"

"My mom was booking airline tickets the minute I told her that I'm getting married." He took a big bite of his hot sandwich and chased it down with a gulp of his soda. "Have you told yours yet?"

"I'm working on it." House scoffed. "Look, I'm 12 weeks in, I have 28 more until they need to know!"

"You're getting married, and you don't think they need to know?" he asked softly. She shrugged. "Is it me?"

"No," she said. "Its them. You won't like them. They aren't nice people, and I don't want them...here. I don't want them to be apart of my life here."

"Why?"

"They weren't happy last time. No reason to involve them this time." She snatched a chip from his open bag. "My parents couldn't be happy for me, so I'm not going to allow them into my personal life any more." House tucked her hair behind her ear. "Greg?"

"Hm?"

"Why are you really doing this?"

"Because I ca...can't let my kid have no father."

"That's not what you wanted to say. You were going to say because you care about me," she said, grinning. House rolled his eyes. "You do! You're nice to me, you're nice to other people around me! We've been naked together. Why hold back now-" His lips against hers cut her argument off mid-sentence. The rough stubble burned her lips, but she didn't care. Her entire body tingled like a thousand sparklers were lit at once. He whimpered into her lips as she started to pull away, and looked hurt when she put a few inches between them. "Say it," she whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because that's my DNA-" Her lips crushed into his this time, eliciting another whimper.

"Why, Greg?"

"Because I'm not such a bastard-" Lips cut him off again, this time, her hand tangled in his hair and pulled him closer. She kissed him longer this time.

"Don't lie." His hands were shaking as he pushed her hair back. His hands gripped her gently, and pulled her back to him.

"Because...I..." He was breathing hard, and she kissed him again.

"Greg," she whispered. "I know." His eyes shot up and met hers. "I won't do what Stacy did. I won't break you. Don't push me out. I'm not going to leave you."

He tried to catch his breath, but she was so close. Her shampoo smelled sweet, and she wasn't pulling away from his touch. It was real, and he couldn't say it. "You will."

"I won't."

"One day, I'll say the wrong thing, screw this up, and you'll walk out that door."

"Never."

"Why?"

She kissed him on the cheek. It was soft and she didn't pull away after. She, instead, kissed her way to his ear. "Because I love you, Greg. I always have." He was shaking all over. Allison knew that he could pull away from her if she pushed too hard, or not hard enough. "But I need to know. Why are you doing this?"

"Because.." He took a few deep breaths, trying to force the words from his lips. He was so close. Greg took a final deep breath, put his hand over the baby and swallowed hard. "Because...I...love you."

Thanks for reading, folks! Chapter 2 is in editing at the moment, and Chapter three...isn't written. Give em time, though, and it will be! If anyone has a good love song to recommend to use as my muse, it would help!