Here's the next installment of Keep Breathing! Don't know how soon I'll update again, just started a new job, but I figured I owed you guys an update. Enjoy!
Today was a big day for House and Cuddy. It was the day they would finally discover the twins sexes. Just as interested in the results was the staff of PPTH. Since the news of Cuddy's pregnancy had spread, Chase had set up bets throughout the hospital, large stakes of cash on the line, nearly every employee standing to lose or win big on the results of the ultrasound.
The consult with Dr. Moriarty was scheduled at 11am that day, and when Greg and Lisa arrived at the hospital that morning, every head turned to stare. House enjoyed the attention, wrapping his arm around Lisa's waist, fingers tracing her growing belly. Stopping at the front desk, he took his mail, then stooped to give Cuddy a kiss. He could tell she was expecting his usual parting peck, and took her by surprise when he kissed her hard, tracing her lower lip with his tongue before entering her mouth, sliding it along hers. She responded quickly, her pregnancy hormones overpowering her usual discrepancies about hospital PDA.
As he pulled back he nibbled a bit on her lip before announcing loudly,
"That appointments at 11 right?" lowering his voice he continued, "I'll meet you in your office and we'll go together okay?"
She smiles up at him, "Okay, I'll see you then." Giving him a quick peck, she turned on her heel and headed for her office, making sure to give her hips a little extra sway for his benefit.
He watched her as she walked away, noting the way she swung her rear around, knowing he was watching. It made him smile as he turned for the stairwell, excitement welling in his chest at the possibilities of today's discovery laid before him.
Entering his office he tossed his knapsack and jacket on the lounge chair before loping through the connecting door into the conference room, where the ducklings sat waiting for him. He flicked Chase as he passed by on his way to the coffee machine, "Hey bet boy, consult's today. I'd like my winnings in cash please." Chase rubbed his ear, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"You seem awfully confidant for something you can't control, how can you be sure it's not girls?" Forman asked with a smirk. House scoffed.
"That's obvious. I'm a stud, my swimmers only produce big strong boys." He made a big show of puffing out his chest and adjusting his hair, speaking slowly as if to toddlers. Chase chuckled and everyone else rolled their eyes. Foreman stood up and made his way to the door, "Going to do my clinic hours." He called over his shoulder and left.
House stood also, sipping his coffee, "No patient today. Go follow him. Don't bother looking for me, either." Then he made his way out of the office as well.
Chase sighed, standing and stretching, before holding out a hand to help Cameron up. She raises an eyebrow at him but takes it anyway, letting go and awkwardly shoving her hands into the pockets of her coat. He holds open the door and they remain silent on their way to the elevator, House already gone. The thought floats through their minds at the same time, What is House up to now?
Barging into Wilsons office in his usual style, he crosses to the sofa and flops down gracefully, managing not to spill a drop of his coffee. Wilson watched House from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge the reason for his visit from his behavior. Houses fingers tap rapidly on his coffee cup, and his foot taps on the arm of the sofa, sneakers scuffing the leather. Wilson sighs, "Well, make yourself at home. What do you want now?"
Houses feigns innocence, "Now Jimmy, what makes you think I want something? Can't a guy just drop in and visit his best friend?" His smirk gives him away.
"Now if you were a normal human being, then yes, but I know you. Whatever it is I don't want anything to do with it." He crosses his arms over his chest and seats himself firmly in his chair, as if that will assure House to his decision and he'll leave. No such luck.
"Awh comeon, I've got something planned for today and I need your help." He tries his best to look endearing, his soulful blue eyes making it hard for Wilson to refuse.
"No. No no no no no. Every time I help you Cuddy gets mad at me. I'm still making up clinic hours for that stunt with the cigars." He tries to ignore the whine that has entered his voice.
"Relax Jimmy boy. Cuddy will be anything but upset this time. Just trust me." Wilson cringes, but relents. He knows that when House wants something from you, the best thing to do is just cover your head roll with it.
House glances at his watch, its 10:35. He wants to meet Cuddy soon, so he stands, crossing to the door. "Remember to contact the wombat to get everything set up, and wait my victory text."
Wilson nods in assent, before blurting, "What if you're wrong? What are you going to-"
House cut him off with a smirk and a raised brow, "Wilson, when am I ever wrong?" With that he opens the door, stepping through before calling over his shoulder, "Remember, keep it on the down low till I've got her through the door okay?" Then he slams the door behind him.
When he strides through the door into Cuddy's office she is on the phone negotiating with a donor. She looks up, meeting his eyes and offering quick apologies to the donor before hanging up. She offers him a wide grin, "You're not just on time, you're early. Should I watch for pieces of the sky to rain down on my head?"
He makes his way behind her chair, sliding his palms down her arms to twine his fingers through hers as he buries his face in her neck. He simply grumbles a nonsensical complaint into the skin of her throat, the vibration sending shivers down her spine as he begins to nibble at the lobe of her ear. She struggles to regain her voice as the flush of arousal floods her system, "Greg… we have… we have to go to our appointment."
His voice is hoarse with desire as he whispers into her ear, "S'why I'm early."
She's losing her ability to resist, never really had it, so she just hums as he urges her to stand, his lips leaving her skin for a moment as he takes her place in the chair, before pulling her down to straddle his lap. His hands make their way beneath her blouse, one shooting up to her breast as the other dips into the waistband of her skirt. His lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, stealing her breath. She gasps as his thumb flicks her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra and he takes advantage of her open mouth, his tongue sliding in to meet hers. His hand in her skirt has made its way beneath her panties, where his thumb finds her rapidly swelling clit and rubs it. A heavy moan escapes her throat, the sound snapping her from her haze of arousal.
Looking at her watch, she notes the time, and scrambles from his lap, hurriedly adjusting her clothes,
"Greg its 11 o'clock we're gonna be late!"
He eyes her as she rearranges her clothing before dropping his eyes to his lap, an obvious bulge straining uncomfortable against the fabric of his jeans. "You expect me to go anywhere in this condition?" He gestures down.
She sighs, her mind searching for a solution to his very obvious problem, suddenly a flash of inspiration strikes her. "Imagine Wilson in my lingerie. "
He cringes as the vision of his friend clad in black lace and satin, but when he looks down, he sees that the bulge has subdued immediately. "You wicked woman you." His voice laced with pride at her quick thinking. She simply nods and holds out her hand, which he takes, lacing their fingers together as they leave the office.
When they entered the exam room, Dr. Moriarty was already waiting for them. She appeared unfazed by their flushed faces and slightly ruffled hair, greeting them with a sly grin, "Greg, Lisa, having a nice morning so far?"
Cuddy blushed with embarrassment while House smirked, "I wouldn't say that, unless you call it nice when she straddles my-" Before he can go any further she slaps her palm over his mouth. Childishly he sticks his tongue out and licks it, the warm, wet, raspy feel of it somehow making her more aroused than annoyed. Giving him a look commanding him to behave, she smiles at Dr. Moriarty. "Yes Tina, but we're a bit anxious to learn the sexes of the babies."
Tina disguises a chuckle at the couples antics as a cough, returning Lisa's smile, "Don't blame you for that. Let's get this show on the road." She prepares the equipment as Cuddy settles onto the table, pulling her blouse up to rest below her breasts and tugging her skirt low on her hips.
Cuddy gasps as the cold gel hits her belly, and feels Houses thumb rub the back of her hand, attempting to comfort her. Tina turned on the machine and moved the wand over her stomach, the small bump having become more pronounced than before. When the wand was in position, she turned the screen in the couples direction, allowing the doctors to examine for themselves the results.
Houses breath catches in his chest at the sight of the two figures on the screen, his children. For a moment he is blown away that he is partially responsible for their creation. His free hand strokes Cuddy's cheek, catching the happy tears that are streaming down them. He manages to tear his eyes from the image on the screen to watch her. He gets a small inkling of the depth of his love for her as he watches her watch their unborn children, the result of the perfection they achieved when her body joined with his. He presses his lips to her temple and resumes gazing at the screen.
Tina lets them have a moment before speaking up, "Well as you can see, you are carrying two very healthy baby boys. I'll take a few pictures for you to take home. Congratulations."
As Tina snaps a few photos, House cups Cuddy's face in his palm and plants a kiss on her lips. Resting his forehead against hers he says in a sing song voice, "I was ri-ight." His voice becomes soft, the one he uses when they are alone, "Told you Lise. My swimmers only produce boys."
She laughs, wrinkling her nose at him playfully, "I didn't really care what gender they were, I'll love them the same way. Don't be so cocky about it." Her voice turns serious, "I love you."
He kisses her again, "I love you too." Dr. Moriarty clears her throat, and House sits up, keeping his hold on Lisa's hand.
"Well I just need to get you on some prenatal vitamins and you're clear. You're gonna need to take it easy, and make sure you maintain a healthy diet, multiple pregnancy's take a lot more out of you."
House cast a meaningful look in Cuddy's direction, knowing how her workaholic tendencies caused her to work late hours. She simply sighed and nodded in agreement. He slid his hand into his pocket and withdrew his phone, typing out a quick message to Wilson. Code Blue. Dont tell wombat. Get everything ready.
Tina handed them a prescription for the required vitamins, "I'll see you two in a month. Any complications or concerns just give me a call." She shook both House and Cuddy's hands and left the room. House helped Cuddy off the table and waited for her to readjust her clothing before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tight to his chest and nuzzling her hair, "So, Lisa-soon-to-be-House, we had a bet, and I appear to be the winner. I get to pick the rugrats' names."
Cuddy leaned into him, enjoying his warmth and the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, "Hmm… yes I didn't forget. Got any names in mind?"
House chuckled, "Of course. My kids will have the coolest names ever. Little Jimmy Hendrix and Kurt Cobain House."
Her head pulled back and she glared up at him, "Gregory House you are NOT naming our children after two musicians who died of overdoses." She felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on as he smirked down at her, amused by her reaction. Inspiration struck her and she stretched up on her toes to reach the spot on his neck she knew drove him crazy, kissing and nipping between words, "How about we talk about this later?"
He groaned as bolts of pleasure shot down his spine, distracting him from his game. "Damn it woman, you little minx. Let's go to your office for lunch?" She nodded and gripped his hand again, both of them leaving, but only one knowing what was in store.
Rounding the corner into the lobby, House smiled as Cuddy froze beside him, her knees locking in surprise. Nearly the entire staff of PPTH was gathered there, obviously awaiting their arrival, silent with every eye on them. Their gaze focused on House, waiting for an answer, Chase's face a silent question.
With a nod of his head, the silence broke, a chorus of groans of despair and cheers of happiness punctuated by the popping of champagne filling the air. A cacophony of noise as staff members began filing towards them, offering their congratulations, having to speak up to be heard over the chatter.
After receiving congratulations from yet another group of employees, she cast an eye around, spotting House palming a large wad of cash from an obviously dismayed Chase. Turning in her direction, his smile fades as he catches the daggers she's glaring in his direction. Crossing over to press his lips to her ear, he mumbles, "Are you angry?"
She sighs before replying, "No. I don't know why I'm surprised, this is just like you."
He places his hand under her chin, cupping her face gently, "Hey. I didn't want to upset you. Just wanted to surprise you… with the celebration and all. I thought you might like it." His big blue eyes, filled with vulnerability and remorse make it impossible for her to retain any anger.
"I do. But it's a little loud. What about lunch, order in or eat out?"
He grips her hand, tugging her toward her office door, grinning sexily at her, "Lunch my ass. We're finishing what we started earlier today." His expression becomes thoughtful, and his grin widens, "So yes…I suppose I will be eating out." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he opens the door, swinging it shut behind them and flicking the lock.
Phew finally got this one updated. I've been busy. Major thanks for this chapter will again go to Gaya Solo. Gaya my friend, thank you so much for your help. Thank you everyone who's been reading, reviewing, and alerting. It means a lot.