The last old copy+paste chapter. Everything from now on is now fresh off the press. Thank you for your time.
((P.S.- my new CC/DW crossover with Clara Oswin Oswald is up!))
Chapter Four-
It had been a few weeks since the morning sickness incident, and both of them had not mentioned it since, besides the fact that Macon's inquiry about his wife's health had become more frequent.
It was in the evening after dinner when Lila had come into the dining room, approaching her husband as he read a Caster newspaper from some far-off country.
"Honey-"
He looked up from the newspaper, already curious."Yes, dear?"
"We need to talk about something."
He stood up and gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her. She sat down, and he walked back to his seat, looking right at her.
"What do you want to talk about?"
She stammered, face turning red. "Ummm...well, you remember a few weeks ago, correct?"
He nodded, the event still clear as day in his mind.
"Well...how do I put this?" She looked a little embarrassed.
"Just tell me, Lila. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He said soothingly, drinking a cup of iced tea.
She gulped.
"A certain...something...didn't come this month."
Macon spit out the tea back into the glass in suddenly stood up. "House!" He called in a stern voice, but it was more like a protective, loving kind of stern. "Get me a pregnancy test, if you would be so kind."
He grabbed a glass and filled it with iced tea and shoved it into her hands. "I want three glasses down before House gets back."
After waiting a while, House had brought the desired object, and the two of them ran off to the bathroom, overjoyed.
Within a minute, they each held the test- one hand holding the other sides of it. Suddenly, a sign appeared. Macon looked at the directions, tears of joy welling up in his eyes.
"Positive."
She jumped into his arms as he pulled her a few inches off the ground.
"We're going to be parents!" She exclaimed. "I'm going to be a mom and..."
"I'm going to be a father." He finished her sentence, kissing her on the lips, both of them so excited about their first child that a little tongue action occurred, which led to their tongue playing a romantic game of fencing.
"I love you, Macon." She looked up at him, her eyes shiny with tears of joy- just like his.
"I love you, too."