Here we are, guys. Really winding down now. This is the second to last chapter. Thank you for all the other wonderful comments. I love them. Enjoy this chappie!

"We need to talk," Cuddy told him the moment she opened the door for him.

Andrew stepped into her home, a look of concern on his face. "What's the matter?"

Cuddy drew in a quick breath. "I can't be with you."

Andrew stared for a moment, confused. "What?"

"I can't." Cuddy shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't."

Andrew shut the front door as if trying to make the conversation more private in the hope that she would be honest with him.

"Why?" he asked her.

"It's his baby, Andrew," Cuddy answered. "I'm so sorry."

"But, I thought we were okay," Andrew said.

Cuddy frowned. "We are. We were. But, it's Greg's baby. And he wants the baby. I can't do this to him."

"What about me?" Andrew raised his voice. "I want to be with you. I want to have kids with you. I'm willing to overlook this and raise Greg's kid as if he's my own."

Cuddy softened her own voice. "I know."

Andrew stepped further into her home, his back to her. "I don't understand." He turned quickly, facing her. "You wanted a family with me, didn't you?"

Cuddy frowned. "Yes, I-"

"But, you're willing to give that up for Greg?" Andrew quickly cut her off.

"For our son," Cuddy told him.

"Lisa..." Andrew drew in a breath to calm himself. He stepped closer to Cuddy and stopped in front of her. "I had time to think when I was away. I came back for good and I'm not going to give you up so easily."

"What do you mean?" Cuddy asked.

"There are two people in a relationship and one person can't just end it," Andrew said.

"Yes, I can," Cuddy insisted. "You did when you left."

"And I wish I never did," Andrew added. "I'm willing to fight for you."

Cuddy shook her head. "Oh, no, Andrew, don't."

"Why? I care about you." Andrew took her hands within his own. "I love you. I won't give you up just like that. I know what it's like to have been without you. I don't like it."

Cuddy tugged lightly on her hands, but didn't remove them from his. "But, House-"

"Is he going to live here?" Andrew stopped her short.

"No," Cuddy answered.

"Are you going to live with him?" Andrew raised his eyebrows.

Cuddy hesitated. "No."

"Then, there's still room for me," Andrew replied.

"Andrew." Cuddy frowned.

"Lisa, I'll prove your choice wrong." Andrew gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "When he screws up, I'll still be here. I'm not backing down from this."

"You're just going to complicate things." Cuddy tried to get him to understand where she was coming from. "Can't you see how this wouldn't work with Greg as my baby's father? I can't have you here once the baby's born. I can't-"

"I've still got another month," Andrew cut in. "Greg is bound to mess up, hurt you, maybe even leave you. I want you to know I'm still an option."

"Andrew, please-" Cuddy began to ask of him.

"Once the baby's born, I'll leave," Andrew offered. "I'll turn my back and give up on everything we have. But, until then, this is all fair game, Lisa. You're not entirely sure about him, I can see that, and I will be here when you come back to me."

Cuddy pulled her hands from his. "I don't think-"

"Don't give up on us so quickly, all right?"

Andrew leaned down and kissed her tenderly as he placed his hand alongside her face. He pulled back, lowered his hand, and gave her a smile.

"I'll see you later," Andrew said and with that, he let himself out.

Cuddy stared at her closed front door and let out a groan. "Crap."

She felt the baby kick. Cuddy brought her eyes down to her protruding tummy. She placed her hand where the baby was pressed against her and gave a gentle rub.

"What do you think, baby boy?" Cuddy asked her belly. "House or Andrew?" The baby kicked. "Which one? House?" She waited, but there was nothing. "Andrew?" Again, nothing. "You have to pick one." The baby moved and pressed himself against her. Cuddy frowned. "Okay, now you're just messing with Mommy." Cuddy let out a sigh. "Let's go see Daddy."

"Hi," Cuddy greeted as she stood outside of House's apartment.

House gave her a slight nod. "What happened?"

Cuddy reached for him, sliding her arms around his waist and holding onto him. House stood for a moment, before placing his arms around her back. He turned slightly, not wanting to press too much on her belly.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" House asked as he kept his arms around her.

"I ended it with Andrew," Cuddy muttered against the fabric of his shirt.

House drew back and stared down at her. "You did?"

"Yeah." Cuddy removed her arms from him. "Except he's going to fight for me."

House wasn't sure he heard her correctly. "What?"

"He doesn't want to lose me," Cuddy told him.

"But, he left you!" House exclaimed.

"I know," Cuddy replied. A frown crossed over her face. "Uh... I think I'm gonna pass out."

"Well, stop standing in the hallway." House pushed open the door further.

He took her by the arm and led her into his apartment. House helped her over to the couch, where Cuddy sat down. She drew in a few deep breaths.

"You going to be okay?" House asked, standing in front of her.

"Yeah." Cuddy nodded. "I just need to sit a while."

"Want me to get you water?" House offered. "Or something to eat?"

Cuddy shook her head in response and pressed herself against the couch cushions. The light headed feeling was beginning to go away.

House was still watching her carefully. "You sure? I don't want you passing out on my couch."

"I'm sure," Cuddy replied.

"Okay." House sat down next to her. "So, what happened?"

Cuddy drew in a breath. "I told him it was over, that I was willing to risk choosing you, and he told me that he's sticking around until the baby's born just in case."

"In case of what?" House demanded.

"You leave me," Cuddy answered.

"I'm not going to leave you," House told her.

Cuddy gave a shrug. "He thinks so."

House paused a moment, weighting his next words. "What do you think?"

"I think... I'm still unsure," she replied.

"But, you chose me anyway," House pointed out.

"Guess so." Cuddy gave a shrug and looked away. "I just wish I could see the future to know the best possible outcome for this baby based on who I choose, regardless of what it has to do with me. My happiness means nothing as long-"

"I wouldn't make you happy?" House asked.

"That's not what I-" Cuddy stopped and immediately placed her hands on the left side of her stomach. "Oh."

A look of concern crossed over House's face. "What?"

Cuddy took one of House's hands and placed it to the spot where her other hand rested. She kept his hand there so he could feel the pressure of the baby against her. House felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt the baby's movement under his hand.

"He's kicking a lot," Cuddy said.

"Or punching," House responded.

"No." Cuddy shook her hand and moved one of her hands along her stomach. "His head's over here."

House brought his eyes to hers. "How do you know?"

"The pressure," Cuddy told him. "His spine is towards the back. Head over here." Cuddy gave a pat where her hand rested. "Feet where your hand is. He usually settles this way at night."

The baby stopped his movement after he held their attention for several minutes. House kept his hand on Cuddy's much longer than necessary before pulling his hand back, but just enough to take Cuddy's hand within his own.

House leaned toward her and planted a kiss on her forehead before whispering into her hair, "I'll give you something to have faith in."

"Hey."

Cuddy looked up from her desk, confusion crossing over her face. "Hi. What are you doing here?"

Andrew gave her a smile and held up a paper bag. "I brought you lunch."

"You did?" Cuddy stood from her desk and moved around it.

"Yeah." Andrew crossed toward her. "From that deli you like. I mentioned it was for you. They said you've been going in there a lot."

"I have." Cuddy took the bag from him and peeked inside.

"And you get cole slaw on your sandwiches now?" Andrew asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do." Cuddy closed the the bag and looked back at Andrew. "For the baby. He likes it."

Andrew paused a moment and then placed his hand at her elbow. He locked eyes with her.

"I miss you," he told her gently.

"Andrew, don't." Cuddy shrugged away from him and set the paper bag on her desk. "I didn't ask you to come."

"But, I did anyway," Andrew replied. "What else can I do for you, Lisa? What can I do to prove myself?"

"It's not that," Cuddy said, almost sadly. "Really, Andrew, you're a great guy. But, House, he's-"

"An asshole?" Andrew finished for her.

"He's..." Cuddy bit her lip as she maneuvered around her desk. "There's just something..." She stayed standing, her eyes on Andrew. "Greg doesn't show the side of himself that I know is there. The side I see. The side I've seen more often since this whole baby thing happened. I know I sound crazy and that it seems ridiculous that I would give him a chance, but you don't see him like I see him."

"I think you're only seeing what you wish was there, Lisa," Andrew pointed out. "You're seeing something that doesn't actually exist."

House threw open Cuddy's office door after he had spied Andrew in her office from the Clinic. Andrew turned and took a step back as House swung the door closed behind him.

"Good afternoon, Cuddy," House greeted as he crossed to her desk.

"Aren't you suppose to be in the Clinic?" Cuddy asked him.

"Aren't you suppose to put me back in charge of my team?" House countered and stopped next to Andrew, paying him no attention.

Cuddy frowned at House. "I did that two weeks ago."

"Right." House gave a nod and then shrugged. "I never see the patients anyway." He looked to his right and placed a surprised expression on his face. "Oh, Andy buddy! I didn't even see you there."

"I brought Lisa lunch." Andrew indicated the paper bag on the desk.

"Bringing your ex lunch?" House raised his eyebrows at him. "How pathetic."

"I want to make sure she's eating properly and not overworked," Andrew spoke up for himself and his actions.

House rolled his eyes and turned back to Cuddy. A quick knock on the door directed all attention to it. Wilson opened the door slightly and peeked his head in.

"Are you busy?" Wilson directed his question to Cuddy with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.

"No." Cuddy hurried around her desk and toward Wilson. "House is going to the Clinic and Andrew is leaving."

"Um..." Wilson looked from House to Andrew to Cuddy. "Okay. You asked for these documents. I printed two copies."

Cuddy took the two sets of papers from him. "Thanks."

"I thought you cleared this up," Wilson whispered to her.

"It only made everything more complicated," she hissed back.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, a slight frown on his face. "Good luck."

With that, he turned and left Cuddy alone with House and Andrew. She looked back to them, who were both watching her.

"Me or him," House said very loudly, indicating Andrew, now that the door was shut.

Cuddy shot him a look. "House."

House shrugged. "Simple question."

"Loaded question," Cuddy spat back. "Clinic. Now. Or see your patient. I put you back in charge of your team for a reason. Maybe you should continue to prove my choice correct or I'll put Foreman back in charge again."

House looked to Andrew and then brought his eyes back to Cuddy. He let out an exaggerated sigh and left her office. There wasn't much else he could do, he knew. Cuddy was never going to answer that question with Andrew in the room and he didn't feel like pissing her off even more by staying.

Cuddy made her way over to Andrew. "Thank you for lunch, but I am very busy now, so you should probably go."

"I was hoping to spend a little time with you," Andrew replied, a frown coming over his face.

Cuddy held back a sigh. "You said that you'd be here when Greg leaves me, but he hasn't left yet. And I don't think he's going to."

"That may be true right now, but I still have a few more weeks," Andrew reminded her and then let himself out of her office.

Cuddy stopped her pacing in her living room when the telephone rang. She drew in a breath as she made her way over to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"All your lights are on," House's voice came through the phone.

"Are you outside my house?" Cuddy made her way over to the window and peeked out, but she didn't see any sign of House or his motorcycle.

"Why are all the lights on?" he asked.

"I'm walking around." Cuddy left the window and headed out of the living room and into the dining room.

"Why?" House replied.

"Braxton Hicks." Cuddy moved into the kitchen. "Walking helps. Hold on."

Cuddy held the phone away from herself and she hurried toward the kitchen sink as she felt a wave of nausea. She waited a moment and swallowed hard. After the feeling passed, she placed the phone back to her ear.

"Sorry," she apologized to him. "I'm feeling sick to my stomach, too."

"Well, you just have a mess of problems, don't you?" House said. "Want me to come over?"

Cuddy leaned her back against the sink. "Are you outside now?"

"Yes," House answered.

"The door's open," Cuddy told him.

She hung up the phone and set it down on the kitchen counter. Cuddy made her way into the hall as House entered into her home. Cuddy felt a stronger wave a nausea and headed for her bathroom before she could say anything to him.

House picked up his limping pace as he headed for the bathroom as well. By the time he reached the doorway, Cuddy was already leaning over the toilet, throwing up. House moved toward her and set his cane against the wall. With both hands, he pulled Cuddy's hair away from her face.

Once Cuddy was sure she finished, she flushed the toilet and straightened back up. House set her hair down gently and picked his cane back up while Cuddy made her way over to the sink where she rinsed her mouth.

"Why don't you try getting some rest?" House suggested. "Come on."

House began toward the hallway. Cuddy turned the water off and dried her face with a towel. She flicked the bathroom light off as she stepped into the hallway. Cuddy was tired by this point and really just wanted to be in bed.

She followed House into her bedroom. He stopped by the side of her bed and pulled back the covers for her.

"Have the Braxton Hicks stopped?" House asked as he turned and looked to her.

"Yeah," Cuddy answered and gave a short nod.

"Good." House picked up one of the pillows on Cuddy's bed and took a step back. "Here. Lie down."

Cuddy climbed into bed and House placed the pillow alongside of her. She turned over onto her left side, her large stomach being cushioned by the pillow House set down.

House raised an eyebrow. "How's that?"

"Fine," she replied.

He gave her stomach a gentle rub. "Still feeling nauseous?"

"Yeah," she said shortly.

"Want me to make you tea?" He straightened and directed his eyes to her face. "Or get you crackers?"

Cuddy closed her eyes. "No."

"Can I do something else?" House offered.

"No." Cuddy gave a small shake of her head.

"Okay." House looked to the empty side of her bed. "How about I stay here with you?"

Cuddy nodded in response. House flicked her bedroom light off and then made his way around her bed. He climbed in beside her and scooted closer to her. Gingerly, he placed his arm around her, resting his hand on her tummy.

"Have you thought of baby names?" Cuddy asked him curiously, keeping her eyes closed.

"No," House answered. "I thought I'd let you name him in case I flake out."

"House," Cuddy warned.

House let out a light sigh, giving in easily. "If I'm here now to watch you pregnancy puke all over the place, I'll be here later when the kid is puking, shitting, and making a mess everywhere."

Cuddy frowned. "How sick do you think this kid's going to be?"

House raised his eyebrows. "Well, with your genes in him..."

Cuddy did her best to give House a jab with her elbow. House smirked and pressed himself further against her. He lowered his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.