DISCLAIMER: House isn't mine.

IV-November

"Ha-ppy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday, dear Lucas,

Happy Birthday to you!"

Wilson cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled "Hip- Hip!"

"Hooray!"

"Hip- Hip!"

"Hooray!"

"Hip-Hip!"

"Hooray!"

Lucas was briefly distracted from the glowing lit candle atop the gooey chocolate cake by the applause from the room; but the bright flame recaptured his interest as Cameron, holding her son on her hip, leaned forward and 'assisted' him in blowing out the flame. Lucas's lip trembled as the flame vanished and he looked between Cameron and House with tear filled eyes for a moment before they spilled over.

"Oh, baby!" Cameron laughed, squeezing her tearful son to her for an instant before handing him over to Blythe.

Wilson shook his head as he moved to help Cameron serve the birthday cake.

"He likes fire? Definitely his father's son."

"Thank you," House chirped from behind him, stealing the first piece of cake his wife had just cut.

Cameron laughed and continued cutting up the cake. House had refused Cameron's pleas for a petting zoo; but Lucas seemed to be quite content without it. Cameron left Wilson to hand out the cake to everyone, but took her plate along with Zoe's and Emma's to go sit with the girls.

"Thanks Allie, we were coming," Emma protested sheepishly, accepting the plate.

Cameron grinned. "Please, Lucas would be having his second birthday by the time you got over there," she teased.

Zoe laughed, one hand on her bulging stomach. The girls had all been thrilled when Zoe had announced she and Foreman were expecting their first child, but even more so when Emma had announced her own pregnancy just three weeks later. They were both seven months along now, and huge; and were trying to persuade Zoe that she could not deliver her own child, nor was it practical to deliver Emma's. Zoe was adamant though, as she had delivered every child between them, save Kate's twins Anne and Diana and she was not happy at the prospect of breaking tradition. Foreman, for his part, was staying out of the matter.

"So, do you think you guys will have another baby?" Kate asked Cameron as they ate.

Cameron hesitated, checking over her shoulder to make sure House was busy with Lucas and Wilson before answering.

"Honestly... I don't know. We haven't really talked about it."

"Well, I have to say, Greg's surprised me with the whole fatherhood thing," Zoe admitted. "He adores Luke, I think he'd be open to another one."

"Sometimes I think he would too," Cameron admitted. "Especially since I know he hated being an only child.... well, that's not true. I don't think he minded being an only child; but I think he feels that if he'd had a brother or sister, his father..."

"Might not have been such an ass?" Zoe finished and Cameron shushed her hastily.

"Zoe! John is here!" she whispered in horror. "But yes, to a certain extent."

"Do you want another baby?" Emma asked her.

Cameron smiled softly as she again looked over her shoulder at her husband and son.

"Yeah, I would love another baby. I loved every minute of being pregnant, I love being a mom... and I've always wanted more than one kid."

"So what's stopping you?" asked Kate.

"It has to be Greg's idea," Cameron replied. "As much as he says that I'm the only woman he'd ever have children with, I know he was still terrified of becoming a father. And even though he's mastered the whole parenting thing with Luke, a new baby would like being back in square one," she explained.

Kate shook her head in wonder. "It amazes me how well you understand him, Al. I wish I understood Jeff half as well, and we've been together for five years!"

Cameron simply laughed. As a compromise with House, the party only went for an hour and all the guests went home, save Wilson, who insisted on cleaning up the kitchen. House didn't argue with him, and Cameron's protests were drowned out. House found her in Lucas' room, simply watching him sleep; and he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I can't believe it's been a whole year since he was born," she murmured. "Remember how tiny he was?"

"Vaguely. The memory that sticks out more is the time he peed all over Wilson."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Honestly."

"What?" House answered innocently. "You can't tell me that wasn't hilarious."

Cameron didn't dignify him with an answer.

"I'm going to have a shower, help Wilson in the kitchen," she ordered him and left the room.

"But he already offered to do it all," House moaned, but she didn't acknowledge him.

"What did you do?" Wilson asked him the minute he entered the kitchen.

"What makes you think I did anything?" House protested, but they both knew Wilson didn't need to explain.

"Allison was trying to be all nostalgic and soppy-"

"And you were sarcastic and an ass?" Wilson guessed.

House glowered at his friend. "Something like that."

"House come on. You know Allison, and you know women are very nostalgic. Especially on their child's first birthday," Wilson scolded him.

"Hey, he's my kid too! You don't see me getting all weepy, and I'm just as involved as she is," House defended himself.

"Yes, I forgot that you carried Lucas for a few months of the pregnancy," Wilson said dryly and House flipped him the bird.

"You know if Allison was in the room right now she'd kill you for that," Wilson responded. "Especially if Luke was awake."

"Good thing neither of them are around then," House retorted.

Wilson rolled his eyes, threw down the dishcloth he'd been using and picked up his coat in one hand, the trash in the other.

"I'll get rid of this on my way out," he told House who nodded.

"Ok."

"Aren't you going to bed?" Wilson asked him, pausing by the front door as House threw himself down on the couch.

"Not yet. Think I might break in Luke's PS3 for an hour or two."

Wilson grinned. "I wish I could've seen Allison's face when you opened it."

"It's for Luke, what could she do about it?"

"Yes, we all believe you bought your one year old son a PS3- for him," Wilson replied sarcastically. "Good night House."

"See ya, Jimmy."