"Positive," Cuddy said monotonously as House entered her office around 2 in the afternoon.
"Oh. Crap," he said in an outburst of sincerity. He had been expecting this result, but he certainly hadn't been hoping for it.
"And I'm keeping it. If you don't want it, fine by me," Cuddy stared sternly at House as she said this.
"Of course you are. It'll make you feel really warm inside when the little shit machine finally says "mommy", won't it?" He paused. "Let me know what the sonogram says a few months from now."
"But I thought…"
"Look, it's my goddamned child, isn't it? I'd like to know what the hell is going on with it."
Cuddy was surprised and concerned that House seemed to care, even if he wasn't being very nice about it. "Fine," she said with a sigh. "One more thing," she added. "Don't go blabbing to everyone you know that I'm pregnant, and don't you dare tell them you're the father."
"Oh, so you're not gonna get fat and bitchy, and no one will ever know!" He gave her the most ridiculous smile Greg House was capable of. "Good thinking!"
"Can't you understand? I'm going to get enough crap without you letting anything slip!" Cuddy had stood up from her desk, and her stressed voice was growing into a yell.
"And why do you think I'd want to tell the nurses at the clinic about it?" he asked.
"I don't. But you'd tell someone, like Wilson! And then he won't be able to keep his mouth shut! Same with your team!" Cuddy's anger had grown like a wildfire.
"Wow, you've only been pregnant for a few weeks and I already wish you were PMS instead," House said, so calmly that Cuddy was not able to respond in her rage. "I won't tell."
He left Cuddy's office, and made his way to Wilson's.
He did not knock on the door. He found Wilson alone, looking through a patient's file.
"What do you want now?" Wilson asked, annoyed by House's intrusion.
"Cuddy's pregnant."
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Chapter 2! Let me know how I'm doing! I know I'm starting a bit slow, hopefully I will pick up the pace after this chapter!