A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to update! Thanks for sticking with me. I have a slow week so I should be able to get another chapter or two up by Friday. Enjoy!!

Chapter 14: Dropping Bombs

It was three weeks after Halloween and the hospital buzz about House and Cuddy had just started settling down. Of course, this news came via Wilson as no one dare say anything to the boss lady or the arrogant, jackass, of a diagnostician.

They still arrived at work separately and left separately but managed to spend almost every night together. House would visit Cuddy in her office two or three times a day which actually wasn't any more unusual than normal and Cuddy would find one or two excuses to check up on House. Everything was going smoothly in their relationship. That was until Cuddy missed her period.

She hadn't realized it until she got to work that Monday and opened up her outlook calendar. Her period should have arrived on Saturday. Her cycle often wavered so normally she wouldn't have thought much about it but in the four weeks that her and House had been together, they were having a lot of sex, and all of it unprotected. For whatever reason, neither of them had brought up the conversation. Cuddy just assumed that if she had so much trouble with in vitro in her earlier-to-mid thirties then what was the chance of her getting pregnant now that she was forty.

Is that what House thinks too? Maybe he assumed I was still on birth control? Is he going to be pissed off? Is he going to think I am trapping him into something he doesn't want? I'll probably lose it anyway, should I even bother telling him now or should I wait a few weeks. He knows how much I want this, but what if he runs?

A million other thoughts managed to run through her head. She knew it was early but she decided to take a pregnancy test anyway, maybe all the thoughts were for nothing. She knew that this early a pregnancy test might come out negative but she could still be pregnant because her HCG levels were not that high yet. Also, they were much more concentrated in the first pee of the morning so she decided to wait till tomorrow. She swiped a test from the clinic and threw it in her purse.

A few hours later the door to her office swung open and in strolled House. "Cuddy, I think you need to hire some more nurses."

"Why? Is it because all the nurses hate you for being an arrogant, asshole" Cuddy said with a grin

"No, I wouldn't want you to hire new nurses for little old me. No, you need to hire them for Wilson" House responded.

"Wilson, why? The nurses all like Wilson"

"Because" House began, "they all used to like Wilson but he has slept with all the hot ones. Now I think he is all depressed because he has no one to sleep with. When I describe in detail out sexual activities he just stares at me dumbfounded, like he is all depressed. It is really starting to ruin our lunchtime conversation"

At this comment Cuddy got up from around her desk and got in House's personal space saying in a yelling whisper "You better not be telling Wilson and details about our sexual activities!"

"Cuddy! He is my B.F.F.!" House fake yelled "If I can't tell him then who else am I going to tell"

"How about NO ONE!" Cuddy was raising her voice a little because she just realized that there was a good chance House wasn't kidding and he was really relating their extra-curricular activities to Wilson.

"You mean I can't tell people about how when I do this" House began to rub his thumb on Cuddy's nipple through her blouse "you can't stay mad at me very long"

Cuddy looked at House with an angry look but she couldn't hide her eyes as she attempted to stay mad at him. She grabbed his shoulders and turned him around before lightly pushing him towards the door "Out! Now!"

House turned around and headed towards the door, he peaked his head back and said "see, it is useful knowledge!"

Cuddy was smiling from ear to ear as he walked out. She loved their little banters, but as she watched House walk away towards the clinic, a wave of fear tore through her.

What if this is too much for him? If I had to chose between a relationship with House and the chance of having a second child, what would I chose?

When the nagging thoughts got too much for her, she grabbed the test and ran into her bathroom. She waited patiently for three minutes, without peaking, and then looked at the window. There were two lines. The second line was faint, but there it was. A huge grin spread across her face and the realization hit her. She was pregnant with House's child.

Later that evening

House strolled into Cuddy's place as she was still in the nursery with Rachel. Rachel was actually already sleeping in her crib but Cuddy was preparing herself for the conversation she was about to have with House. She had gone through many attempts in her head of how to break the news but that wasn't the real problem. It was how he was going to react that had Cuddy in a nervous fit.

Finally she exited her hiding spot and found House on the couch with his feet in her coffee table. He had a beer in his hand and he was flipping channels in the TV. She slipped in next to him and he turned and kissed her on the cheek.

Cuddy grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. House turned and stared at her with a pouty face. When he looked in her eyes he saw a seriousness that he rarely saw. "Can we talk?" she asked.

"What! What did I do now?" he stammered.

"You didn't do anything" she explained "…well, I guess that isn't really true. I mean you didn't' mean to do anything, and you're not entire to blame, I just…"

"Cuddy, you're rambling again. Just spit it out already"

"House, I think….oh crap, this is weird. House, I think I'm pregnant"

Cuddy just dropped a very big bomb on House but the silence that followed was deafening. He didn't even look at her, instead he was staring straight ahead at the blank TV. Cuddy was about to explode with anticipation.

Does he hate her right now? Is he going to leave, and not return? What do I say to him? Is he mad, happy, sad?

House swallowed hard as he processed the information. Of course he knew this was a possibility but he didn't really think of it as a legitimate possibility. He was practically fifty years old!

I'm going to be a father. What do I do? Is this what Cuddy wanted out of this relationship? What happens now? Does she take my sperm and live happily ever after?

House slowly turned her head and looked at Cuddy. Her eyes were filled with tears. One slowly escaped the corner of her eye and began to run down her cheek. House watched its migration as if there was nothing he could do to stop it. Finally, he found his words "Why are you crying?" he softly whispered.

"Because" Cuddy took the time to chose her words carefully "I don't know how you feel about this?"

"How do you feel about it?"

Of course, and instant deflection. Well, her it goes

"Nervous, scared, happy, worried, and confused. I am feeling every emotion at once. I really want to know how YOU feel about it."

Without even the slightest hint of sarcasm House explained "I'm nervous, scared, happy, worried, and confused too."

Cuddy ran over the words in her head and found a glimmer of hope that she could cling too. "Are you really happy?"

"I'm happy I was able to give you something you have always wanted."

Cuddy had started to reach for his cheek when he suddenly stood up. "I think I need to go home."

He was practically sprinting to the door when Cuddy caught up to him. She grabbed his arm as he was opening the door. "Greg, I love you"

He kissed her cheek but didn't respond. He walked through the door and closed it behind him. Cuddy leaned against the closed door for support as she broke down in sobs.