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"Hey."

Cuddy looked up from her desk and felt her heart stop in her chest for a moment before picking up at an accelerated rate.

"What are you doing here?" she asked the man standing just inside her office.

Drawing in a deep breath, Andrew stepped forward. "I wanted to check up on you. I feel completely awful for leaving like I did. I tried to forget, to move on from this, but I don't want to, Lisa." Andrew made his way toward her desk. "I want to be with you."

"Andrew..." Cuddy was unsure as to what else to say.

"I'm sorry," Andrew told her sincerely as he stopped in front of her desk. "I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry."

"And I shouldn't have slept with Greg," Cuddy replied. "But, I was willing to work through that with you. Now... it's too late."

"You're not going to give me a second chance?" Andrew asked.

Cuddy hesitated. "You... left me and... Greg stepped in."

Andrew's eyebrows drew together. "You're with him now?"

"No." Cuddy shook her head slightly. "But, he's helping me. It would be awkward. He wants to be the father."

"I was only gone for two months." Andrew's mouth was hanging partially open in his shock. "Not even."

"A lot can happen in two months," Cuddy told him. "Like this baby?" She stood and showed Andrew her large belly. "This baby is a lot bigger. He can open and close his eyes, he can suck him thumb, he can move and kick." She sat back down. "A lot happened, Andrew."

"So that's it?" He raised his eyebrows. "You want to be with him now?"

"Well, I don't think I want to be with you," Cuddy shot back. "You left me."

"Because you slept with Greg and are carrying his baby, Lisa," Andrew returned. "How was I suppose to react? What was I suppose to do?"

Cuddy shrugged. "I don't know. Talked through it? Gotten pissed, but still stayed? I thought we had a better relationship than that. I thought we had a relationship that... would have lasted anyway. I was wrong. You should go."

Andrew didn't move. "Is there anything I can do? I don't want us to end like this."

Cuddy looked up at him. She paused, debating, but then gave a nod. "Come by tonight. Around seven."

"Okay." Andrew nodded as well and began for the door. He stopped halfway and faced her. "You look great, by the way."

"Thanks," Cuddy replied and watched him leave.

"Hi," Andrew nervously greeted as he stood on Cuddy's front porch, a light rain dusting his jacket.

Cuddy opened the door wider. "Come in."

Andrew stepped inside the familiar home as he took off his jacket. He placed it on the hook by the door before following Cuddy into her living room. Cuddy sat down on the couch and Andrew gingerly sat next to her.

"Lisa, I am really sorry I left you," Andrew said, his eyes locked with hers. "I needed to clear my head, you know? I kept seeing you with him and it killed me. I'm not a very jealous guy, you know that, but when it comes to Greg, I don't know. He just irritates me. The way he's always looked at you."

"But, we weren't anything, Greg and I," Cuddy replied. "It was only one stupid night when I thought we were over." She paused a moment, finding her next words difficult. "He's stepped up since you've been away. I can't just forget all of that because you're back."

"So, you've made your decision?" Andrew asked. "It's him then?"

Cuddy placed her face in her hands and shook her head. "I don't know. I... I still care for you..."

Andrew reached over and placed a finger beneath Cuddy's chin. She lowered her hands as he lifted her head up and drew her into a tender kiss. Cuddy engaged with him a moment before she pulled away. Andrew took her hand within his as tears threatened her.

"Do you honestly see a future with Greg?" Andrew kept his eyes on her. "You said it yourself, you're not in a relationship. Be with me. We can start a family. You wouldn't have to be alone."

Cuddy swiped at her eyes with her free hand. "What about Greg? It's his son."

"He'll get him on weekends," Andrew said.

"I don't want..." Cuddy shook her head. "I don't know. I have to think about it."

"Okay." Andrew gave Cuddy's hand a gentle squeeze. "Think about it. I'll be at my place. Call me if you need anything."

Cuddy nodded. Andrew kissed her again, this time more forcefully and with more passion, stirring up feelings Cuddy had tried to forget. He gave a gentle stroke to her cheek as he stood to his feet.

"Goodnight," he told her gently.

"Night," Cuddy returned and pressed herself into the couch cushions, even more unsure of what her next move should be.

Cuddy's office door flew open and banged loudly. She jumped and looked toward the doorway to see House standing there.

"He's back?" House asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Cuddy answered, deciding the truth was the best way to go.

House flung the door shut. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know," Cuddy replied with a shake of her head.

"Cuddy." House narrowed his eyes at her. When she didn't respond, his lips parted. "You want to be with him?" Again, she didn't answer. "What about our son?"

Cuddy frowned. "Don't say it like that."

"Our son?" House repeated. "That baby is our son."

"I know, but you're saying it like we're a couple," Cuddy said. "We're not. Andrew wants to have a family with me. If I can have another baby, I'd want that."

House crossed the room as quickly as he could manage. "I can give you another baby."

Cuddy shook her head. "No, House, that isn't what this-"

"I can," House insisted.

"I know you can," Cuddy agreed, "but why would you think that I'd choose you over Andrew?"

"Ouch," House replied.

"You know what I mean," Cuddy told him. "He's serious. Marriage even. And a family. I've wanted... for so long." She paused in order to organize her thoughts and clear her head a bit. "It's just... why would I give that up to be a single mom with you tacked on? Two babies? Not in a relationship with the father? I just... you understand..."

"Oh, I understand." House nodded. "It's Andrew's way of shutting me out. He knows I'd stop fathering that child when he's in the picture."

Cuddy stood up. "I'm not asking you to give up on fatherhood if you want to be a father."

House began toward the door, calling over his shoulder along the way, "Threes a crowd, Cuddy, we both know that."

Cuddy moved around her desk. "House-"

House stopped and spun around. "But, what happens when you and Andrew fight again, huh? Is that when you'll want your second child? Because maybe I won't be available to sleep with you. Maybe I won't even be around."

"What are you talking about?" Cuddy asked as she stopped in front of him.

House shrugged. "Maybe I'll have moved. Maybe I'll be dead."

Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "House."

"Who knows what the future holds," he said. "Are we done here?"

Cuddy shook her head. "No, I want-"

"What?" House prompted, wanting to get out of her office.

"I don't know what to do," she told him honestly.

"I can't help you there," House replied.

Cuddy placed her hand on her belly. "I want to do what's best for the baby."

House looked down to her belly before bringing his eyes back up to her. "Then, it sounds like Andrew's your best choice. You've said that before."

"He left me," Cuddy pointed out.

"I'm sure he won't do it again," House snidely remarked.

"He shouldn't have done it to begin with," Cuddy said. "You wouldn't have-"

"I would have," House cut her off, accompanying it with a shake of his head.

"But, you would have come back sooner," Cuddy pointed out.

House frowned. "You don't know that. Don't base this on hypotheticals, Cuddy. Andrew's a better father than I'll ever be. Decision's made."

Cuddy stared at him a moment and then raised her eyebrows. "That easy?"

House swallowed the lump in his throat. "That easy."

"How are you?" Wilson asked as he pressed his fingertips against House's front door, opening it further.

House glanced over his shoulder as he limped toward his couch. "Don't."

Wilson entered into the apartment and shut the door behind him. There were take out containers littering the coffee table and the area around the couch. Beer bottles accompanied the garbage. House seated himself on the couch and popped a Vicodin.

"Lay off the pills," Wilson told him as he approached. "It's not going to help you. It'd only make it worse in the long run."

"What long run?" House asked, not looking to him.

"House." Wilson narrowed his eyes.

House lifted a bottle of vodka and took a swig. Wilson reached for the bottle and pulled it from House's fingers.

Wilson moved over to the piano and placed the vodka bottle on the piano bench, away from House. "And lay off the drinks as well."

"What does it matter?" House grumbled.

"You should tell her," Wilson said, facing his friend and placing his hands on his hips.

"No," House replied. "She's happy now."

Wilson made his way back over to the couch. "She doesn't look happy."

"I'm leaving," House announced and looking down at his intertwined hands. "Transferring out."

"No, you're not." Wilson sat down next to him. "No one will take you."

"Then, I'll travel," House shot back.

Wilson sighed. "You don't have to leave."

"I do," House returned bitterly. "If she's going to be with him, I can't be around my kid. I can't watch that asshole raise..."

"House, you have to tell her," Wilson insisted.

"She knows." House frowned, his words practically a whine. "It was a snag in their plan. A plan that didn't include me."

"But, it does include you because of that baby," Wilson pointed out.

House looked to his friend, a puff of an annoyed sigh escaping his lips. "We both know I wouldn't be a good father."

Wilson shook his head. "That's not what I think."

"Yeah, right, Wilson." House stood up and began toward the vodka bottle.

"Tell her." Wilson stood as well. "Or I'll talk to her."

"Stay out of it," House called over his shoulder.

Wilson took hold of House's arm and turned him around. "You knew this day was going to come. You knew your time with her was limited. You kept pushing everyone she tried to get close to away from her and now it's finally caught up to you."

House rolled his eyes as he sighed. Wilson tightened his grip.

"But, you still have the upper hand because she's having your baby, not his," Wilson went on. "If you leave, you know you'll never see that kid."

"Good," House replied. "I shouldn't."

"Then, why did you even try to stop her relationships, House?" Wilson raised his voice. "Why, this entire time, did you toy with her and have your little 'moments' that no one else could understand? I've been watching you with her every damn day and I knew. But, what was the point? Now that it's down to the wire, why did you even bother to begin with it if you're going to do nothing now?"

House pulled his arm from Wilson's grasp. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you." Wilson pointed a finger. "Too well for my own good. I've been there for you through things that would have, and have, driven other people away. And she's still here for you, too." He paused a moment. "Our relationship is built on a loose thread of trust, a somewhat liking for each other, and a ton of manipulation and messing around, but we're obviously both getting something out of the relationship. But, what does Cuddy get from you? Huh? Why has she stuck by you through everything?"

House picked up the vodka bottle and shrugged, pretending he didn't care, pretending he didn't know the answer. He brought his eyes back to Wilson. "I don't know."

"You walk away from her now, House, and it's over," Wilson told him. "Everything you made with her will be over. Sure, she'll be happy with Andrew, she'll have a concrete family, but she won't be with you." Wilson pointed his finger again. "That's something you'll regret until you decide to off yourself or overdose."

"You think it's worth fighting for her when I may ruin her life and the baby's?" House asked him, annoyed that Wilson cared this much.

Wilson placed a calmness into his tone. "I have more faith in you than that."

"You're the only one." House raised the bottle of vodka toward his lips.

"She does," Wilson said.

House stopped and shook his head, the bottle nearly to his lips. "No, she doesn't."

"Then, why is she tearing herself up over this?" Wilson asked.

"Because society demands I be part of her life because I'm the father." House took a drink from the bottle and then lowered it. He gave a shrug to Wilson. "She'll get over it."

Andrew gave a nudge to Cuddy's bare foot with his own. "What are you thinking about?"

It took a moment for Cuddy to realize Andrew spoke to her, let alone nudged her. She looked over at him from her spot on the couch. She placed a smile on her face.

"Baby names."

Andrew returned the smile, seeing right through her. "No, you weren't. What were you really thinking about?"

Cuddy's smile faded. "House."

"Why?" Andrew asked.

"I'm worried about him," Cuddy admitted. "He's not right."

"He's never been quite right, Lisa," Andrew said, pleased with his own joke.

"No." Cuddy shook her head. "He has been. But, recently-"

"Since I came back," Andrew clarified.

"Yes," Cuddy agreed.

"What do you want me to do?" Andrew held back a sigh.

"Nothing," Cuddy answered his question. "It's just... I feel terrible."

"You shouldn't," Andrew replied. "You're doing what's best for yourself and your baby."

Cuddy bit her lip and lowered her eyes. "But..."

"What?" Andrew asked.

Cuddy raised her eyes back up to him. "What if I'm wrong?"

"You want to be with House?" Andrew felt the annoyance come through his tone.

"I don't know," she said.

"Lisa," Andrew pressed her on, wanting something, anything, more.

Cuddy shrugged. "I don't. This isn't an easy decision you're asking me to make, Andrew."

"You care about him too much, you know," Andrew told her. "Some people might think you love him."

Cuddy shook her head. "No, that's not..."

"Not what?" Andrew asked. "True? Sure as hell seems like it. After all, you're having his child."

"It wasn't like I planned it." Cuddy felt tears cloud her vision. She let them spill over. "I'm just... right now, I'm so confused."

Andrew's anger vanished. He scooted closer to her.

"Come here." Andrew brought Cuddy into him. "It's okay. I'm sorry. I know this is difficult."

"I don't want to make a mistake." Cuddy sniffed back her tears. "I hate that I did this to myself, to you, to him. And there's a baby to think of. This is too much."

"Okay, sh..." Andrew kissed her head as he ran his hand over her hair. "It'll be all right. Take it easy." He kissed her again. "You can't stress yourself out."

"I know," Cuddy agreed, her tears stopping.

"I love you." Andrew held onto her tighter.

Cuddy drew in a breath and relaxed her head against his shoulder, but she found trouble in saying those three words back to him. Especially since House was still on her mind.