Sorry for the delay in the update, I've been busy with work; new job requires more focus than old one, and I have no computer at new job, so no writing during the day. Sorry! I'm getting a lap top for Christmas. Thanks to everyone for the kind comments! They are always welcomed!

This chapter is for my best friend, Tricia, who laughed so hard she damn near fell out of my computer chair last night. It made me fall in-love with writing again, and reminded me why I write! Tricia, this one's for you!!

Also, there's a cookie in here for you TV fanatics! Can anyone find it? Hint: similar quote from another show. Winner gets a sneak peak at Chapters 3 and 4.

Chapter 2

Six months.

If you were to ask someone how long it took to care about life again after the death of a loved one, James Wilson would answer Six months. He'd taken a leave of absence to spend some time with his family, and put to rest everything he felt for Amber, so he would be able to give a damn about the dying people in his office. He wasn't up to feeling bad for them yet, but he could at least give a damn for them rather than envy them.

Wilson felt from the moment he walked into Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital after being gone for 6 months, that something had changed. Hell, perhaps, had frozen over. Maybe there was a pig fluttering about. Brenda was talking about House and Cameron, and an upcoming wedding. Another nurse said something about a baby. Six months wasn't that long, he'd thought, but apparently it was.

A few nurses were casting sideways glances at him as he waited for the elevator, whispering to each other. About him, perhaps. He heard House's name, and Cameron's along with his own. The ride up that followed was silent. Completely silent. He almost wanted to know why, but decided to go directly to the source.

House.

He felt his stomach tighten as he came upon the office. He stared in for a moment, not sure of how to even talk to the man. He had such hatred and anger in him. House had been the cause of so much pain in his life, that he almost turned and walked away.

Until House's blue eyes met Wilson's brown ones.

"House?" he called into the glass office. "What, pray-tell, on God's green Earth is going on?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, don't fake innocent," he hissed. Wilson decided a change of tactics was best. "You...I can not believe you! This is insane, even for you."

"You know?"

"Yes!" Wilson lied.

"Liar," House said, going back to bouncing that damned ball off the wall of his office.

"Okay, I don't know. But I've heard rumors."

"Well, lets set them to rest. You should be the first person we officially tell. About a month and a half ago, Cameron gave me a little tiny bit of news, but its growing bigger, every day."

"She's pregnant? Its not a rumor?"

"She's 4 months along now. Sixteen weeks and one day. You can see it when she'd naked. Straight out of Alien."

"One accident leads to another with you, apparently." His voice was full of bitter hatred.

House felt the pain in Wilson's voice. He had, after all, been one of the basic building-blocks that put it there. "Wilson," he called from his desk. Wilson paused at the door. "I...need a best man. Three weeks from Saturday." Wilson didn't turn to face him. He was still and silent for a moment before he uttered one word that sounded to Greg House like a scream, even though it was barely above a whisper.

"Sorry."

He left the office, and Greg couldn't stop staring at the glass door. James Wilson, who had been there for him through countless medical problems, relationship problems, and Cuddy-related problems, was stepping out of his life. He'd known it would happen sooner or later. But he'd be damned if he would let Wilson off the hook this easily.

House grabbed his cane and followed the younger man to his office. "Wilson," he called knocking.

"Go away, House." House felt anger inside rising. He shoved the door open and stepped in. "Are you deaf now, too?"

House had found what he needed inside himself to say what he was about to say. He didn't know from where, but he'd found something. Her grabbed Wilson by the shirt coller and lifted him from the chair so their eyes would meet. "If you ever call my kid an accident again, I'll..."

"You'll what?" Wilson didn't really care. "Hurt me? Go ahead. Kill me? Fine, you'll be doing me a favor. Annoy me? You're already doing that." House shoved him back into the chair.

"Whatever the hell is going on with me and you is between me and you. Leave Allison and our kid out of it," House said in a dangerous and low voice. Wilson felt a shiver go up his spine.

"Fine," was all he said. He went back to his paper work and ignored the man standing over his desk. "Need anything else? Want to kill my dog? Its a beautiful Sheltie, and I love her, too." He held up a single finger while he pulled his wallet out. He flipped through and handed a picture to House. "Her name is Goldie." House looked at her. Her name was Goldie, but she was amber-brown. He put the picture back on the desk and left the office.

For the first time in his life, Greg House was defeated by surrender.

"Dr. Cameron," Nurse Loretta called into the on-call room. "Dr. Perfect-Hair looking for you!"

"Tell him I'm more or less dead," she moaned, pulling the blankets over her head. "If there is nothing you need from me, put in a wake-up call for July, 2012." Loretta laughed.

"He's all flustered. The nurses are starting to gather to look at that perfect little back-side." Cameron laughed into the pillow and uncovered her head. "Come on, doctor. House is more than likely the root cause, and you and I both know you're the only who can come close to controlling him."

"Send his majesty Dr. Perfect-hair in." Cameron struggled to sit up, squinting at the invasive light. The door swung closed for a few seconds before is opened again.

She squinted against the light, just able to make out green scrubs. "Can you put a leash on him, or something?"

"What did he do?"

"Ruined another surgery! Walked in with that damned rat!" Cameron laughed. House was always coming up with new ways of getting surgeries cancelled, but only for the good of the patient. "Put him on my shoulder, told him to take a crap on me. Damn thing actually shits on command! I couldn't operate..." Cameron laughed harder. "Its not that funny."

Cameron was holding her sides, laughing at the mental image of Steve being dropped on Chase's shoulder, and the look he must have had in his eyes. Funnier still, the smile that Greg would have had; he knew what was going to happen, the arrogent bastard!

"Cameron! I'ts not bloody funny!"

"Yeah it is. Why'd he do it?"

"He wanted to prove some damned point."

"Was he right?" Chase put his hands on his hips. "He was right, and you're embarrassed. Get over it. He's not treating you any differently than before, so don't expect me to jump in because you can't play nice."

"But-"

"Oh, Grow the hell up!" Cameron pulled the blankets back up to her shoulder. "Just because we're engaged doesn't mean he'll be nice to the world."

"En...engaged?"

Allison Cameron hadn't prepared herself for this conversation. She thought he'd heard. "Yeah," she said slowly. "In a few weeks."

"So, you wouldn't marry me, I had to fight with you for almost 2 years just to get you to date me, and the first time I'm out of town, you screw House, get knocked up and you're going to marry him?"

"Rob..."

"I really was nothing to you. Good to know, Al. Y'know, you were everything to me. I would have done anything...anything to make you happy, and you really don't give a damn. I hope that kid doesn't fall in the same category as I do." Chase turned to leave.

Allison, being pregnant, wasn't as quick on her feet as she once was, but she still was able to stop him from leaving with a hand on his shoulder before he was able to get too far. "Look," she breathed. "I am so sorry that you got hurt, Chase. I'm sorry."

"That's supposed to make everything okay?"

"No," she said softly. "But maybe it can make it easier for you to move on." He scoffed at her and looked away. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, or House, or even be nice. I'm asking you to move on, Chase. You and I were never going to work out. I think you know that, too."

"You sure its his kid?"

"Yeah."

"I want a test when its born."

"Already did a prenatal; baby is Greg's. Kicks the crap out of me all night and everything. I think I had a craving for Vicodin, too." Chase tried not to smile, but it was a little funny. "I know I was wrong, and so was he. You didn't do anything wrong, Rob."

"So, naturally, I'm the one who suffers?"

"I'll talk to him, maybe he'll ease up on the torture for a few weeks."

"Thanks Al."

"Okay, minions. We haven't a case, we haven't a patient, why are you here?" House asked, not looking up from the sonogram that Allison had left on his desk. It was officially Baby House. His stomach turned over three times when he read the name on the sonogram; Cameron, Allison. 'Baby House,' was in her handwriting. 'It has your eye-sockets.' They weren't living together, nor were they married, and he was already rubbing off on her. She knew the gender of the baby, but this picture didn't show it; she'd tell him later.

"You're getting married tomorrow," Kutner said, wicked grin forming. "Thirteen is kidnapping Cameron, and probably dragging Cuddy along for a girls night, involving large amounts of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream, and braiding hair."

"You, my friend," Taub said, pointing both index fingers at his boss. "Must have a bachelor party."

"My parents-"

"Are being picked up by my wife and taken to their hotel."

"Foreman-"

"Hiring the..uh...entertainment." House smiled and looked down.

"Wilson?"

Tension in the room thickened and Kutner found his shoes to be interesting suddenly. "Sorry," Taub filled in. "We tried."

"I have too much to do." He didn't want to celebrate without Wilson, to be honest. It felt like an empty gesture. "Good effort, though."

"Nu-uh," Kutner said, eyes darting up. "I handed Foreman over a grand for a stripper who wouldn't look like a dude, you're going to enjoy her copious amounts of cleavage."

"Schmuck," Taub snickered.

"You're paying House's bar tab, schmuck."

"Well, how much can one man-" House grinned, Taub closed his eyes in realization. "Ohhhhh...man. Are you sure you don't want to just split it evenly?" House was able to laugh over the two. They were really holding their own as a team, better than his last one. Hell, they were friends without the sexual tension that was there between Chase and Cameron.

"When do we leave?"

"GREG!" John called into the bedroom. House's eyes shot open. "Get up, Son, you're getting married in 2 hours!"

"Vicodin," he begged, pillow going over his head.

"Son, do you have a hangover?" John asked. Greg lifted on hand out, extended him middle finger, and his dad laughed. "How is that possible? You must have emptied the bar!" House pulled his arm back under the pillow and moaned. "Must have cost quite a bit."

"Taub's taking out a second mortgage to pay the tab. Drugs, Dad," he said, his arm snaked out from the blankets so his hand was smacking at the night stand for his bottle. Upon finding it, he fished two out, uncovered his face and downed them.

Greg became aware that his father had sat on the bed next to him. The closeness was eerie to him. His dad never really was a close person. "Can I see it?"

"See what?"

"I never saw the scar." Greg uncovered his legs and stood up. He lifted the leg of his shorts enough for his father to see the whole scar for a moment before grabbing his cane. Before his Dad could really study it, he let the leg of his boxers cover the top half. "I'm sorry, Son. I...didn't know it was that bad. I had no idea it was that bad."

"Its not my worst scar," Greg said, looking his father in the eye. He turned and left, leaving John with the questions he'd, hopefully, never ask.

Greg took a quick shower, and, oddly enough, shaved. Allison told him it didn't matter, but he wanted to, for her. His mother had hung the tux in the bathroom before he got in there. He saw it as soon as he stepped out of the shower. His heart was trying to beat itself from his chest; married. He would be married in a few hours. To an over-grown stuffed animal who wanted to spend the next day picking out baby names.

Greg dropped down in front of the toilet and threw up. He could hear his dad laughing, and his mom hushing him. Mom and Dad; he was used to saying those words, not being half of them. 'Not to late to run...well...limp like hell,' he thought to himself.

Foot-falls from the hall were closer, and stopped at the bathroom door. "Gregory? Your dad's put on the coffee, and I brought you some Sprite."

"Naked, keep out."

"Get Dressed! Coming in!" she countered. "30 seconds." Greg rolled his eyes and stepped into his boxers and pants. "10-"

"More or less decent." He unlocked the door and took the can of soda from Blythe. "Is he properly sedated?"

Blythe sighed. Greg's dislike of his father was almost as well-known as the doctor himself. Even Blythe couldn't keep the two on talking terms for more than a week at any given time. "He's going to behave himself. He's happy for you, and he's happy for Alyssa."

"Allison."

"Sorry. We're both happy for you and Allison, sweet heart." Greg blushed. "I'm your mother, I can call you sweet heart. You'll understand soon enough." Nausea hit him again, and he made it down to the toilet again. "Drink the soda."

Greg looked up at his mother. "I can't do this, Mom."

"Sure you can, Greg. Put the can to your lips, tilt your head back, and swallow."

"Not funny."

"You'll do fine. Get up, brush your teeth, and get dressed." She smiled down at her son and sighed. "You'll do just fine."

"I look fat!" Allison yelled from the bedroom. Thirteen and Cuddy looked to each other and the back at the door. "What if he doesn't show up?" Allison paced into the living room, dressed, with perfect hair and make-up. "What...what if he doesn't show up at the hall?"

Thirteen looked at Cuddy, who knew now was her time to shine. "I've had him thoroughly beaten into submission; his parents made sure he's ready and there. Probably even shaved." Cameron stared for a second. "He'll be there!"

"I don't think I can do this."

"Why not?"

"I look like a blimp, and his dad is here, so he's even more on edge, and I knowhe's going to have a hangover; Taub and Kutner aren't that good with secrets!" The knocking on her door made her jump.

"Someone order a personal driver?" Kutner's voice floated in. "Cammie, your limo is here." Cuddy opened the door and Kutner entered. For the first time since meeting him, Cameron saw him dressed nicely. "House asked me to drive her, so she didn't have to pick her car up from the reception hall tomorrow."

"We could of driven her," Cuddy said. Kutner shrugged.

"I just follow orders. Anyway, we should get going." Cameron closed her bedroom door and slipped on her shoes. "Wow."

"What?"

"You look perfect, Cameron. He'd be an idiot not to marry you. I had no idea you were so thin!" Kutner said, looking at her in the dress. He'd memorized the lines House told him to say. 'Told her she looks perfect, told her she looks thin, told her House would be an idiot. What am I forgetting?' the thought.

"You aren't just saying that?"

"No, you look amazing." he said, smiling. 'Foreman!' He reached an arm out. "Foreman is keeping him calm at the hall."

"Why? Is he thinking of backing out?"

"No! No, he's not! He's nervous, but its good nervous! I swear!"

"I'm not doing this-"

"He's damn near climbing the walls because we're already late. He's worried that you aren't coming. That's why he sent me!" Kutner took a deep breath. "He wanted to be sure you'd still marry him. He's scared he'll be hanging out at an alter waiting and you won't be walking down the isle."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Cuddy and Thirteen stared between the two.

"Cammie, you look great, and he's in-love with you!"

"Don't call me Cammie."

House stood at the end of the short room, and stared around; Taub, Kutner, Cuddy, Thirteen, Foreman, and about 20 odd nurses and other doctors were sitting patiently on one side of the room, while his parents, and non-medical friends took up the other side. It wasn't a big wedding; his parties were bigger.

Wilson was there, to the surprise of House. He was dressed nicely, and stood in the back of the room. He refused to make eye contact with anyone. Greg knew he was there for Allison, and no one else.

The judge nodded toward the pianist, who started the wedding march.

Greg's heart beat wildly in his chest, his mouth went dry, and he looked to Cuddy. She mouthed 'Don't you dare,'to him and he shook his head. Seated next to her was Foreman and Kutner. Between the three of them, he'd be beaten to a pulp in a few short minutes. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His mother was crying, and his father looked proud. All eyes were on him until the sound of a door opening cause all heads to turn.

He forgot how to breath.

She looked like an angel; he had no idea someone could make him feel like nothing else in the world mattered; she was the entire world for the moment, and she was walking toward him. He managed to stay up-right as she walked toward him. His knees went weak when she took his arm.

He didn't hear any of the judges words, his heart was beating too loudly. When he felt a nudge from Allison, he said softly, "Damn right I do."

The next thing he remembered was hearing "You may now kiss the bride."

His lips met hers, and he felt dizzy. "You look amazing," he whispered before he kissed her again. "You're amazing."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you Dr's. Gregory and Allison House."

Greg looked at his sleeping wife and felt a sense of fear crushing him. Two days earlier, he was single, and was happy. Two months ago, he didn't know he was going to be a dad. His eyes focused on his cane. "Allison?" he whispered. Her eyes opened slowly. He forced himself to relax. "I'm going to really suck at this."

"At what?"

"Being a husband and a father."

"You're better than nothing, House," she said, grinning. He let out a breath of air. "Greg, you're not going to be a bad father.

"We've been married for 14 hours, and I'm still hung over from my bachelor party. I'm a drug addict! What made me think I could do this?" He got out of bed and dressed quickly. Allison sat up.

"Greg!"

"I'm sorry. I can't do this...I...it deserves better than me." He popped two pills and stared at her. She was showing. It was real. It wasn't about doing the right thing now. "You can't honestly say you love me," he whispered.

"Yeah," she yelled. "I can, you ass! I can say, in all honesty, that I love you. Though I have no idea why! You could have backed out any time in the last two months, House. You waited until after we get married to get scared!?"

"Why weren't you on the pill!?"

"I was! Its not perfect! But you had something to do with this, House!"

"I know! I screwed up my life plenty...Wilson's, Amber's, and..."

"Greg."

He looked at his bedroom. It looked like she'd cleaned it, and her things were there. They fit. He didn't want them to fit. "The chances of you coming home to me passed out are 80 percent each night. The chances of me being dead in 20 years are high from drug over-dose, liver failure, the damn bike. Its no life for anyone, and you and your kid are along for the ride. I was kidding myself when I thought this could work." Allison got out of the bed and dressed. "Where are you going?"

She looked up at him for a moment and walked around the place, getting her things together. Just as she got to the door and put her shoes on, House's hand was on her arm.

"Allison-"

She shoved his hand away, took off her wedding ring and set it down gently. "You were right," she said as her hand went to the door.

Epic. Defined as of unusually great size or extent. Failure is defined as nonperformance of something due, required, or expected. Epic Failure: when plain, old, run of the mill failure just won't cut it, there was this. Epic failure.

Epic failure is defined as Dr. Gregory House.

He stood alone his his condo, being married less than a day, holding his wife's wedding ring, looking at his own. He stared. He'd broken her heart. Nothing could rewind 45 minutes to erase his insecurities. "I am such a moron," he said out loud.

Author's Notes: Well, folks, I guess that's all for Chapter 2. Thanks for reading! Comments are welcomed, always, and so are cookies, and jelly belly sassy sours.

I know you weren't thinking that House was going to be perfect. Hell, he's not even going to be good at this...well, so far anyway. Ain't no way in hell he's going to make things easy! Now he's alone again, but does he want to be? Can he at least fix this?

Also, I already have the baby's gender and name picked out, and had it when I started this. Thanks anyway, to those who are suggesting names, and gender...but its already in place.