Hey, guys! Thanks so much for the comments. I really appreciate them. Again, this is a shorter chapter, but the last two will be longer.

"Hey," Wilson greeted as he let himself into Cuddy's office.

"Hi." Cuddy gave him a tight smile as she sat at her desk.

Wilson began across the office. "How are you?"

"I don't know," Cuddy answered honestly. "How is House?"

"He's," Wilson raised his eyebrows, "fine, I guess."

"He doesn't come in anymore if he doesn't have a patient," Cuddy said. "His clinic hours are nonexistent, he-" Cuddy stopped herself and let out a sigh. "I should be telling him this. If he would come in here... or stop avoiding me. I feel like I'm being punished."

Wilson shook his head. "You're not. He's just trying to figure things out."

Cuddy nodded and leaned back in her chair. "The other day I was thinking about everything and I... I thought about how easy it would be if one of the guys backed out so I wouldn't have to make a decision." She drew in a breath. "Then I realized Greg did back out. And I'm not okay with that. But, if Andrew had backed out, like he had before, it hurt, but I became okay with it. I don't think I'll ever be okay with Greg backing out." She shrugged. "Maybe because it's his baby, maybe not, I don't know. "

"So, you think you changed your mind?" Wilson asked.

"I never made up my mind to begin with," Cuddy replied. "Greg made my choice for me. Do you think-" Cuddy stopped for a second time. She met Wilson's eyes. "I'm scared to trust him, James. I'm scared he'll let me down or even worse, let his son down. I'm afraid he doesn't have enough confidence in believing he can do this. But, I don't want to ask too much of him either." She sighed. "I should go away somewhere."

"He said the same thing," Wilson told her.

Cuddy raised her eyebrows. "He wants to leave?"

"Yes," Wilson answered.

"I was kidding," Cuddy said.

Wilson shook his head. "I'm pretty sure he wasn't."

Cuddy stood to her feet and began around her desk. "I need to talk to him."

Wilson's eyes followed her. "Now?"

"Yes," she called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

Wilson stopped her by grasping onto her arm. Cuddy faced him, a frown on her face as she prepared to speak.

"Wait, Lisa." Wilson stopped her before she could say anything. "What are you going to tell him?"

"I'm going to fix this," Cuddy said.

"And what are you going to say?" Wilson prompted her.

Cuddy hesitated, shaking her head slightly. "I don't know yet, but I need to see him."

"Don't hurt him." Wilson asked of her.

Cuddy paused, her eyebrows drawing together. "What did you think... James, I'm not planning on hurting him."

"I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt him," Wilson replied. "I just want to be sure that whatever you say isn't going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back."

"It won't be," Cuddy told him and headed out of her office.

"What are you doing here?" House demanded as he peeked out from the small space between his door and the door frame.

Cuddy cocked an eyebrow, trying to ignore the fact that he was still in his pajamas in the middle of the day. "Working from home now?"

"Nope," House replied crisply.

Cuddy hesitated, shifting her weight. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"No," House answered with a shake of his head.

"Please," Cuddy asked of him. "My bladder is being squashed by a baby."

House widened the space so Cuddy could enter. She stepped inside and headed for his bathroom. House closed his front door and moved into the living room. He debated sitting, but decided against it. He wandered back into the hall and frowned. He wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen next or why she stopped by.

Cuddy emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later and gave House a smile to try and make the atmosphere less awkward.

"You're getting fatter." House nodded at her almost eight month pregnant belly. "How are the stretch marks?"

"They're fine." Cuddy dismissed the question. "I was talking to James earlier and I want to make a decision, House. I'm terrified about it, but I want to give you a chance."

House eyed her up. "What about Andrew?"

"I... will end it with Andrew." She waited for his reaction.

"Why?" House asked. "You'd rather me father your child?"

"Our child," Cuddy corrected him. "I want you to be... I don't want to make a mistake."

"You already are," House replied.

"Stop it," Cuddy told him. "Stop with the pity."

House frowned. "I'm not-"

"You are," Cuddy insisted. "This baby means a lot to me, House, and I don't want to mess up his life becau-"

House cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. He slipped a hand to her backside as he minded her belly in front. Cuddy reached for him and brought a hand up to his stubbled cheek while her other hand found itself on his shoulder, where she gave a squeeze.

Pulling back for only a second to breathe, House moved his hand up her back and into her hair before kissing her more passionately. Cuddy slipped her hand from his cheek down to his chest, where she pressed her fingernails against him. She pulled her mouth from his, needing to catch her breath.

House didn't wait for her and moved on. His mouth roamed towards her ear and settled behind it where he began sucking gently. Cuddy forced her closed eyes open and tried to clear her mind enough to get a grasp on what was happening.

"House." Cuddy breathed out.

He moved his mouth down her neck.

Cuddy's eyes fluttered closed. "Oh, God."

House settled his mouth at the base of her neck as she still clutched onto him. She pushed him back enough so she could bring her mouth to his. House began to lightly push up her shirt. Cuddy drew back and shook her head.

"No," she whispered, but then kissed him.

Letting his hands remain at her sides, House moved his mouth back to her neck. Cuddy was breathing heavily by this point, her nails digging hard into House's shoulder.

"Okay..." She tried to form a sentence. "I need..."

"Bedroom?" House asked before sucking on her earlobe.

"We can't," Cuddy told him.

House tugged on her earlobe as he removed his mouth from her. He pulled back enough to lock his blue eyes with hers. Cuddy noted there was an intensity behind his eyes. One she hadn't seen in quite a while.

"You're all turned on now." House smirked at her, keeping his voice low. "Wouldn't want you to take everything I riled up back to someone else."

Cuddy's eyebrows drew together. "But, with my belly and your leg-"

She cut herself off as House's hand ran up the inside of her thigh. Cuddy clutched the front of his tee shirt and pulled him even closer.

"Okay." She nodded and brought her forehead to his. "Your bedroom."