Hey peeps, here's the next update. This one jumps ahead a few months, but you get given the background of the important things that have happened as her pregnancy has developed. :). I didn't want to go over each month because I felt it detracted from the story and I wanted to jump ahead to the fun part lol.

I promised to have this up yesterday but work keeps knocking me for six. Upside I finish work in 2 days thank god!! then its back to uni :D.

Also I'm sorry with the lack of review replies...each and everyone does mean a lot to me...i just haven't had to time. I'm exhausted when I come in and barely have the energy to post the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy it

Hugs

Scarlett xx

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Physical Development

She didn't fit. Her stomach rested against the desk, forcing her a fair few inches away, too far to be able to write comfortably from. She fumed, glaring down at the bump expanding from beneath her top. She felt like a beach ball, waddling around everywhere all her former grace long gone. The staff still feared her though, her hormones setting her on edge. Over the last 8 months she'd been a terror, demanding ridiculous request, many to feed silly cravings. All her activities were much to House's amusement until he started being on the receiving end of most of them. His pager bleeped once every hour with a new demand, sending him hobbling off to fulfil her every wish. He didn't dare deny her; the last time that had happened the fury burning in her eyes hadn't been funny, cutting off sex for over a week just to annoy him.

They couldn't have sex now, she was too far gone, intercourse unadvisable in the final months. It had been interesting up till then though. She still smiled at the memories, House bending and twisting trying to reach her as the bump grew, missionary soon not an option. She'd enjoyed being on top, riding him, watching all the expressions of pleasure flitter over his face, eyes gleaming as he stared up at her, full of love, passion and desire. He'd started going down on her often, finding it relaxed her; he'd even done it in her office once. She'd almost exploded over a situation, the nurses in the clinic finally pushing her over the edge with their demands. The problems they ran to her about, she felt they should be able to cope with them, themselves and didn't need her to hold their hand every step of the way. So she'd snapped, voice exploding out as silence descended over the clinic. Eyes wide and fearful and for once they actually ran to House for help, he was the only one who could cope with her when she was fuming. His presence had been welcomed for the first time in memory, everyone relaxing in relief as he'd hobbled into her office; eyes wishing him luck not sure whether he was going to come out alive.

He had, and with a grin on his face. Knowing only moments ago she'd been perched on her desk, House between her thighs, resting awkwardly on his leg ignoring the pain just to calm her down. He knew which buttons to press and soon had, had her melting around him; legs tossed over his shoulders as he put his tongue to better uses.

She squirmed, the thoughts setting her on fire, frustrated that she had to wait another month or two before she could engage him again.

Her mind thought back over the last few months, all the troubles they'd over come. Telling the board had been terrifying, but had amused House greatly. He'd wanted to be present to see their faces and had hobbled by just at the right time, head popping up by the board room window grinning at the gob smacked faces on all the head of departments, even Wilson's. Their eyes had fallen on him, causing Cuddy to turn and glare. House had saluted them, waving before walking away with a victorious expression on his face.

The board had been surprisingly understanding, little or no argument. They hadn't been aware of the relationship before the revelation and had to admit they hadn't seen any change in House's behaviour, at least not for the worse. If anything he behaved better knowing if he didn't she would withhold sex. They had always sworn not to bring office issues home, but that didn't mean she wouldn't punish him in subtle ways without words.

The board had given their approval, some grudgingly but approval had been given no less; unwilling to seem prejudice against pregnant women. The only case they had against her was House and it wasn't enough to fire her for. So she'd walked away from the meeting unscathed, Wilson's eyes watching her the whole way.

Apparently he'd tackled House within minutes, unable to believe House had kept the secret of their relationship secret. He'd suspected, when House had darted off the roof after their brief conversation, but had soon silenced the thought, never believing it to be possible.

But he was happy for them, smiling every time they interacted until House started snipping at him. Generally he claimed he didn't want an audience, giving the impression they had sex within the hospital. She always gave Wilson a look, denying everything, and she knew Wilson believed her; after all she would never do such a thing. Not often at least. A smile blossomed over her face as she thought back to the previous incidents when her resistance had been battered aside. Her hormones had made her libido hit the roof, craving sexual attention increasingly often. And House knew how to work it, paging her into clinic rooms where he'd seduce her, luring her in, locking the door working kisses over her skin until she melted, weight supported by the bed or wall as he had his way with her. The closet had been awkward, dark and noisy. They couldn't keep everything quiet, bumping into things and unable to silence the vocal noises they made. They were quite noisy within the act and with the hall being only a few inches away House had slammed his hand over her mouth and finished her off with his fingers. She'd returned the favour later in the evening, going down on him, much to his pleasure.

House had been overly supportive, reducing the amount of stress she'd been under, minimising his law suits to once every month. He claimed he needed to keep her on her toes, not wishing for her to stagnate completely and get used to his current behaviour because he planned to return to normal the moment the pregnancy was all over. So she told him she'd just have to have another one straight after, his face had been priceless mind thinking the demands would never end, a constant pregnant Cuddy always sending him out in the middle of the night. She'd soon kissed the expression away though, before sending him on another errand much to his frustration, but he'd gone and she knew deep down he was happy to help and support because he wanted this too.

They'd just moved into a new house. They'd hunted for ages for the right one at House's suggestion. He wanted this, wanted to have her by his side every minute so he could keep an eye on her check she and the baby were ok. Shifting all their stuff had been funny, combining different tastes and lives, arguments over what should stay and what should go. The one thing they agreed on was the piano, centre stage in the house, it was beautiful.

Every night they would curl up on the couch, his hands subconsciously circling her belly rubbing in circles as she leaned against him, safe, protected, happy. He never voiced his feelings, House the same as ever, keeping everything to himself. But his eyes gave him away, all his emotions out in the open as he gazed at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

A jolt of pain snapped her out of her thoughts, fingers sinking into her stomach in reflex. Her eyes shifted, waiting, wondering. A few minutes passed, body poised on the edge of her desk, senses alert for any sign of a contraction. Nothing. She shrugged, Braxton hicks, it was expected, there was no way the baby would come now, it was House's child and the man was never early why would the child be any different?

Gazing down at her diary she stood up, swaying, hand shooting to her back to steady herself, trying to ease the constant ache. She couldn't wait until this was over. It was a roller coaster of a ride. She remembered the joy of the first scan, House's eyes dancing as he heard the heartbeat. They hadn't wanted to know the sex, the doctor keeping all evidence hidden from their knowledgeable eyes. The first time the baby had kicked had been hilarious, House jumping from her cry, scrabbling over to her, concerned. He'd lost his balance, feet tangling falling backwards over the sofa, legs in the air as she laughed through the pain.

He'd glared up at her, knowing nothing was wrong from the sound of her giggles, frowning that she found his embarrassment so funny. She'd never forget the image till her dying day, so cute to see House act so human, the protective male, defending his offspring, panicking at any sign of danger. He'd stumbled to his feet when she'd explained what had happed, her hand grasping for his sliding it beneath hers as she guided it over her ever growing belly. She knew when he felt it, eyes snapping up to hers, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile. She could read every emotion now from the subtle flickers on his face but her knowledge of small changes hadn't been needed then, his reaction had been as plain as day and his openly expressed happiness only served to double her own. She wouldn't have wished to share the moment with anyone else.

A small tug of pain at her belly hit again, making her jump slightly but with a shake of her head she hobbled out the office. She had a meeting to go to.

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House was waiting for her, pacing outside the meeting room. He wanted to talk to her about a case, but didn't want to intrude. Normally he'd dart straight in, uncaring of who she was with or what they thought. But he had no desire to stress her out, his behaviour having been tamed slightly during her pregnancy, but only slightly, she still got a few law suits on her hands every now and then. It kept her on her toes.

The doors swung open, eyes watching as all the members filed out, wandering past, eyes falling on him but remaining blank. He was leaning up against the wall, taking the pressure off his leg, waiting. She was always the last, choosing to let everyone else leave before she attempted to waddle out the office, it saved having everyone pile up behind her like a traffic jam.

Finally everyone had left, but still no Cuddy. She wasn't anywhere in sight. He frowned, head whirling round checking either end of the corridor ensuring he hadn't missed her but certain he hadn't. Where was she? His cane slid between his fingers, the tip pressing into the ground as he stepped forward, pushing the meeting room door open, head peeping round, zeroing in on her, hand resting on the back of her chair, knuckles white as she buckled over.

'Cuddy?'

Her head snapped up, eyes wide,

'Its coming.'

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dun dun duuuuun lol. next chap will be up either tomoro or Fri :D. please leave a review!! -begs-