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"Welcome back," House greeted as he pushed the door open to Cuddy's office.

Cuddy shot him a look from the book she was leafing through at her desk. "I heard about your little stunt yesterday."

"And?" House cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows as he crossed the room.

"It wasn't funny," she told him. "I didn't leave Foreman in charge so you could lock him in a closet."

"I have some inklings about how he got into the closet, but I didn't lock it." House shook his head.

"Right." Cuddy rolled her eyes at him. "You paid a janitor to do your evil bidding."

"Never." House leaned heavily on his cane. "How's the fetus?"

"Fetus is fine." Cuddy looked back down at the book and flipped a page.

"And the bleeding?" House questioned further.

"Stopped." Cuddy jotted a few notes on her notepad next to her book. "Dr. Harber said at fourteen weeks, we've made it through the worst of the possible miscarriage period. She checked me out and said there's a very good chance this baby will be fine and full term."

"Fantastic," House replied sarcastically, appearing bored. He suddenly brightened. "Do I have your trust back?"

Cuddy smirked and raised her head. "Miss being in charge?"

"Yes!" House said, being truthful with her.

"Not yet," Cuddy shot him down quickly and directed her gaze back to her notes.

"Haven't I learned my lesson?" House asked.

"Have you?" Cuddy flipped a page in the book.

House frowned, not appreciating the lack of her full attention. "What do you want from me, Cuddy? How am I suppose to gain back this trust I supposedly lost?"

"Did lose," Cuddy corrected. "And I need you to prove yourself to me."

House's eyebrows drew together. "How?"

"Any way you see fit," Cuddy replied as if it was simple.

"If I were to prove myself how I see fit, we would have been fine back when I actually did some Clinic hours when you began this stupid punishment," House told her, annoyed.

"Well, I'm not convinced." Cuddy looked back up at him as she closed her book.

House threw his hand and cane out, emphasizing his agitation over this matter. "It's been nearly a month!"

"I know." Cuddy stood to her feet and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Shouldn't you be in the Clinic now?"

"Got a patient." Cuddy made a face at him so House continued, "team's running tests."

"And the Clinic will help pass the time." Cuddy lifted the book and clutched it to her chest as she maneuvered around her desk.

"They should be done in ten." House shrugged. "I wouldn't want to give a sub-par job in the Clinic because I'm in a hurry to see a paying patient."

"Of course."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and crossed in front of him. She returned the book to her bookcase before heading back toward her desk. House stopped her.

"Could I?" House gestured to her bump with a flattened palm.

Cuddy raised her eyebrows, unsure if he was suggesting what she thought he was. "What?"

"Relax." House frowned at her. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't..." Cuddy eyed him up. "All right."

House yanked up the soft material of her shirt, causing Cuddy to let out a cry, not expecting him to expose her bulging tummy. House placed a hand on the bump and Cuddy gasped, his fingers freezing.

"Sorry," he apologized softly. "You're warm."

"Your hand is cold," she was quick to reply.

House brought his eyes to hers. "Are you happy?"

"Yes," Cuddy answered quietly. She let a moment pass before speaking, "It's strange knowing there are two heartbeats in my body."

House suddenly removed his hand from her stomach and turned from her, making his way to the door. Cuddy watched him and situated her shirt back down. She moved toward him, preparing to speak, but House faced her and began.

"Gotta check on the patient," House said and leaned a bit closer to her. "Muy importante."

Cuddy merely gave him a curious look in response and he let himself out of her office.

"There's a little baby in there." Andrew tapped lightly on Cuddy's tummy, a grin on his face.

Cuddy propped herself up on her elbows as she rested beside him in bed. She shifted slightly, causing Andrew to remove his hand. Cuddy fixed her pajama top and pulled the blanket over herself.

"Don't get too attached," she warned him. Andrew responded with a surprised expression. Cuddy shrugged. "In case... you know. Something can still happen."

"Maybe," Andrew agreed. "But maybe not." He leaned over to Cuddy and kissed her. "It's going to be fine, Lise. We're at four months. That's good."

Cuddy gave him a tight smile. "Yeah..."

"You okay?" Andrew raised his eyebrows.

"I'm..." House crossed her mind. "Fine. Just a little tired."

"Oh, right. Here." Andrew reached over to his night stand and turned the light off, casting them into darkness. "Goodnight, hun."

"Night," Cuddy responded and settled back down.

Cuddy couldn't fall asleep. She knew she wouldn't be able to so when she heard the deep breathing of Andrew, she wasn't surprised that she was still awake. Giving a glance to the sleeping body next to her, Cuddy sat up and slipped from her bed.

Being sure to make as little noise as possible, Cuddy tip toed down the hallway and entered the living room. She was careful not to trip in the dark as she picked up the cordless phone. Cuddy sat down on the couch and dialed the number she had committed to memory, even though it was rarely used.

"Hello?"

"Hey," she greeted softly into the phone. "It's me."

"Yeah?" House's slightly tired voice on the other end asked. "You coming over to sex me up now?"

"It's Lisa," Cuddy said.

"Don't know a Lisa," House replied, smirking on his end of the phone. "Sorry."

Cuddy let out a quiet sigh. "Forget I called."

"Wait," House interjected quickly, not wanting her to hang up. "What are you doing awake? It's after midnight."

"I know." Cuddy picked at the fabric of the couch. "Couldn't sleep."

House shifted at his place in bed. "Where's our buddy Andy?"

"Sleeping," Cuddy answered.

"And you called me... why?" House found himself still smirking, but he wasn't too sure of its reason.

"I... I don't know." Cuddy shrugged. "I just... felt like talking to someone. And... most people I know are asleep. Or would curse me if I called this late."

"I'm actually putting a hex on you right now," House replied.

"Real funny, House." Cuddy rolled her eyes and found herself wishing he was actually with her.

"There's nothing funny about black magic, Cuddy," House told her. "I would know. Terrible run in with a voodoo priestess once. The sex was just-"

"House," Cuddy cut him off harshly.

"Yes?" House asked when she didn't go on.

Cuddy softened and dropped her voice reasonably low to make sure she wasn't overheard. "Did you mean it when you wanted to know if the baby was yours?"

House was quiet on his end of the phone. Cuddy let her free hand slip down to the bump where a tiny baby was growing within. She wondered if it was House's, what that would mean.

"I did mean it," House finally said. "But, not in any way you want it to mean."

Cuddy frowned. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"You tell me." House glanced at the clock on his night stand. "You're the one who called me at twelve seventeen."

"Yeah, well..." Cuddy couldn't think of a legitimate defense. "Goodnight, House."

"Night, Cuddy." House knew that was the response he was going to get. "See you tomorrow."

"You need to tell him," House insisted.

"I don't need to do anything," Cuddy replied, the argument getting tiring at this point in time. She folded her arms across her chest and waited for House to get out of her home.

"Cuddy, you can't pretend that this baby isn't mine." House pointed to her stomach.

Cuddy slapped his hand down. "Stop it. Leave me alone, House."

"What else am I suppose to do?" House asked. "Foreman's still 'in charge' of my team, and I use the term loosely."

Cuddy planted a hand to her hip. "And whose fault is that?"

"Yours," House answered bitterly.

"No." Cuddy shook her head. "It's yours. Now please leave. Andrew will be home any minute."

"You let me inside," House said.

"It's," she couldn't think of an excuse fast enough, "cold out."

House began to twirl his cane in his hand. "Besides, who cares if I'm here when our buddy Andy gets home? I thought we had nothing to hide. Except that your baby has a chance of being fathered by myself."

Cuddy grabbed his cane, stopping his actions. She leaned in closer to him, attempting to be menacing. "This is getting ridiculous."

House yanked his cane back and gave an innocent shrug. "I know of a way to put an end to all of this, Cuddy."

Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "I'm not doing DNA testing for-"

"Put me back in charge of my team," House cut her off.

Cuddy frowned. "No."

"Okay, then." House shrugged again. "That baby's mine. I wonder if it'll be as incredibly witty as I am or if your genes will dumb it down."

"Get out," Cuddy commanded, not playing his game anymore.

"Nah." House shook his head slightly. "I want to see our buddy Andy. Chat it up a little. Maybe go out for a beer."

The front door opened. Cuddy quickly hid her surprise with a smile to Andrew as he entered her home. Andrew returned her smile and then looked to House.

"Hey, Greg," Andrew greeted.

"Hey," House replied. "Well. Better go. Just had to-"

"Get an okay from me," Cuddy cut him off before he could say anything crude.

"Bye," House told Andrew as he stepped out into the cold winter night.

Andrew made sure the door was closed and then took off his jacket. Cuddy turned away from him and drew in a breath, knowing she couldn't keep this up any longer. Andrew approached her.

"House has been hanging around a lot," Andrew commented curiously.

Cuddy turned around. "Andrew..."

"What's the matter?" Andrew's eyebrows drew together. "Why are you crying?"

"The baby could be his," Cuddy got it out as quickly as she could.

Andrew stared at her a moment. "What?"

Cuddy wiped the tears from her face. "We, um... one night..."

"When?" Andrew demanded.

"Well..." Cuddy indicated her almost five month pregnant belly.

Andrew turned around and walked away from her as he tried to collect his thoughts. He stopped at the front door and spun around.

"Why?" he asked. "How? You never said..."

"Because I wanted to forget it." Cuddy took a step closer to him. "I wanted to forget that whole night. I'm sorry."

"You slept with him?" Andrew shook his head. "And all this while, he's been talking to me like nothing's changed. Just like you have been."

Cuddy went to him. "Andrew."

"Why didn't..." Andrew held up his hands, causing Cuddy to stop. "God... it could be his?"

"It was that night we fought and we both said things and I thought we were over," Cuddy tried to explain.

"So you just moved on?" Andrew felt a wave of nausea. "To him?"

"No, it wasn't like that," Cuddy disagreed. "I told you Greg and I had a bit of a past and he was at the hospital that night and it just... happened."

Andrew's voice dropped down just above a whisper as he shook his head again. "I don't even know what to say."

"I thought we were over." Cuddy stepped closer to him. "On that night, you thought we were over, too."

Andrew locked eyes with her. "But, we made up on Saturday. And then you did the artificial insemination with a donor. God, Lisa-"

"I know!" She cut him off, tears filling her eyes again. "I was stupid, okay? I know..."

"You'd think with all the sperm in you, you at least wouldn't have gone through with the AI," Andrew spat bitterly.

Cuddy's mouth dropped open slightly as a look of hurt crossed over her face. She diverted her eyes from Andrew. He let out a sigh.

"I'm... sorry," Andrew apologized, his tone softened. "I didn't mean that. I'm just... really upset right now." Andrew waited for her to look up at him before continuing. "And House? He wants to be part of the baby's life if it's his?"

"So he says," Cuddy answered quietly, still feeling the sting of Andrew's insulting comment.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me, Lisa," Andrew said. "After your night with him, I mean, everyone makes mistakes, I get that. But, once you became pregnant? You should have said something. This baby could be anyone's."

Cuddy glared. "Not anyone's. It's probably not House's. That's a slim chance."

"Right." Andrew retrieved his coat from the hook by the door. "I have to go out. I need to walk."

"It's freezing out," Cuddy replied.

"I'll be back." Andrew told her as he opened the door. "I just need air."

"Andrew." Cuddy headed for the door, but was cut off as Andrew closed it in her face.

"What are you doing back here? You need to leave."

"What's wrong?"

House tried to see past Cuddy, hoping to get a hint as to why her eyes were puffy, red, and wet. Cuddy shook her head.

"You need to go," she told him. "I don't know when Andrew's going to be back, but you can't be here when he-"

"He left you alone while you were crying?" House cut her off. "What an asshole."

"House, I told him," Cuddy said, fresh tears spilling over. "You have to leave."

House stared at her, unsure. "You told him about..."

"Yes." Cuddy gave a nod and began to close the door. "Please, just go."

Cuddy hurried down the hallway at Andrew's return. "Andrew."

Andrew looked at her, a sadness in his eyes. He shook his head. "Don't."

"Please, talk to me," Cuddy asked of him. "Let's talk."

"Lisa," Andrew couldn't get another word out.

Cuddy kept her distance from him and wondered why he didn't take off his coat yet. "Are you okay?"

He locked eyes with her. "No. I'm not."

"What can I do?" she asked.

Andrew shook his head and walked past her, heading for the bedroom. "Drop it for tonight."

Cuddy turned and followed after him. "Andrew."

"I'm not raising his kid." Andrew said as he pulled his backpack from the closet. He glanced over at Cuddy as he set it on the bed. "You have to find out if that baby is his because I won't raise it if it is."

Cuddy frowned. "What difference does it make if he's the father? He doesn't want a baby. It was one stupid night."

"You think that if you had his baby, he would be indifferent?" Andrew stared at her. "Really, Lisa, I'm surprised you're that dense about this."

She was insulted. "What?"

"He obviously still cares for you."

Andrew walked away from the bed and over to her dresser. He opened the second drawer from the top and pulled out a few items. Cuddy tried not to let his actions bother her.

"He doesn't care for me," Cuddy said. "We're over each other."

"He's always been in your life and you having his baby, well, that's just going to give him more of a reason to be around you all the time." Andrew shoved the items in his hands into his backpack.

"He doesn't want to raise a child!" Cuddy exclaimed. "He doesn't want this baby!"

Andrew brought his eyes back to Cuddy. "I don't believe that."

"So, what happens if it's his?" Cuddy felt tears in her eyes. She indicated his backpack. "You'll just leave?"

"What else could I do, Lisa?" Andrew went back to the drawer and pulled out a few more of his possessions. "I won't compete with him."

Cuddy paused a moment. "Then, if it's not his, you'll stay?"

Andrew shrugged and placed his second set of items in his backpack. "Well, it could be mine."

"What if it's the AI baby?" Cuddy asked, thinking about how he had previously agreed to raise the artificial insemination baby as well. "Will you still stay then?"

Andrew zipped up the backpack and threw one strap over his shoulder. He looked to her and sighed.

"I don't know, Lisa," Andrew told her. "I just need some time. I'm going to stay at my place tonight. I'll call you tomorrow or something."

Andrew brushed past Cuddy as he left her bedroom. She turned and watched him go. Cuddy leaned against the door frame as her tears fell from her eyes. She had a feeling that the next time he would set foot in her house would be to retrieve the rest of his stuff.