A/N: I love Huddy as an OTP and this is the brain-child that came out of it... Set sometime after Masters is hired, but before she leaves. This is a brain-child that I've been sitting on for a while. Let me know what you think.

There she was, sitting in the bathroom, pacing back and forth, waiting for the test's results. Although, she was normally a strong woman who had control of her life, now she felt uneasy, and unsure of herself. Lost in her thoughts, she was brought back to reality from her timer going off. She practically ran, checking the test as two pink lines showed up. Her mouth opened wide, surprised at the results. She was actually pregnant. She couldn't believe it. She reached for her phone, about to dial House's number when the doorbell rang. She heard Rachel call out "House!" and she sighed. She stepped out of the bathroom and went to the front door, opening it. "Hey, House," she said, giving him a soft peck on the lips. He was holding bags of food and he looked at her, noticing something off about her demeanor, but instead of mentioning something about it, he just walked in and set the bags down, kissing her deeply. She leaned against his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. After a bit, they broke apart, and she cleared her throat. "So, um, House, I was just about to call you. We need to talk," she said, taking his hand and leading him into her bedroom where she sat him down, and looked at him. "Now I don't exactly know how to tell you but-" House cut her off, running a finger across her face, and kissed her lips.

"You're pregnant," he said, matter-of-factly.

"House, how did you-"

"Your swollen breasts kind of gave it away. Along with your mood swings," he answered. "Also, Wilson told me. Well, not that you're pregnant, but that you thought you might be."

She looked down at her breasts and wrapped her cardigan around herself, rolling her eyes. This is why Greg House was one of the best doctors in the hospital. "So, what do you think about it?" she asked, biting her lip, waiting for his reaction.

He kissed her forehead, sighing. "I don't know what to think. Will this baby make you happy?" he asked, looking at her.

Cuddy shrugged, thinking about Rachel. She didn't want to have to go through that again, but, at the same time, she could see the want in House's eyes. Almost as if he was wanting to have a child. When she thought about it, he was pretty good with Rachel. And he was a very attentive boyfriend. She looked at him, and shrugged. "I know you don't really like children all that much," she said, softly, pushing him with her shoulder lightly.

"They're gross... and smelly... and they cry a lot, and then there's Rachel," he said, taking her hand in his. "She's a pretty great kid. You're going to make one hell of a mom."

Cuddy smiled and touched foreheads with him, then heard Rachel crying from the other room that she was hungry, and the sound of rustling bags. "Well, we'd better get in there and feed her before she starts turning into a monster," Cuddy said, standing up. House followed suit and before she walked away, House grabbed her hand and gripped it gently.

"I love you," he said. "And I have the feeling this is going to change everything for us."

The next day at Princeton-Plainsboro, House walked in, seemingly in a good mood. He was whistling, smiling, and was even looking through clinic patient files without Cuddy having to ask. There was a pep in his step, that nobody seemed to be able to place. So, naturally, when he walked into his office, and saw his team, they had genuine concerned faces. He looked at them, stopping the whistling, and taking a seat. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. "I swear it's almost as if you're not used to seeing me happy." Which, the four fellows had to admit, they really weren't. Foreman, Taub, and Chase knew that he was a sarcastic, snarky, pessimistic man who hardly ever had good days. Masters was also surprised at his cheerful demeanor. She was only there for a little bit but found the cheerful House a nice change. He wasn't threatening to fire her yet. "Alright, children. Let's get it out in the open. Mommy is pregnant. Doesn't mean that we don't love you any less." There was that snarkiness that they were used to. "Questions? Comments? Can we move onto the case?" he asked, passing out the files to the fellows. He stood up and went to the board and picked up his marker.

"Wait, Cuddy's pregnant?" Chase asked, a look of surprise on his face.

"I think we've already established that," House retorted.

"Why are you so happy? You hate kids," Foreman said.

"You're half-right, Foreman. I did hate kids," House retorted again.

"Did? What changed? Oh wait," Taub said, a smile on his face. "You got too close to Rachel."

"Well, I for one am happy for you. You know, a baby can make a couple stronger," Masters said.

"Your parents probably only thought that, Masters. That's probably where you get your self-righteous attitude from," House said. "Can we please stop talking about this? We have a case, people. 29 year old, brought in with blinding headaches, nausea, and a red rash all over his body."

"Could be meningitis," Chase said.

"Doesn't explain the headaches, and no stiff neck," Foreman said. "Could be vasculitis, or dermatomyositis."

"Vasculitis sounds like our culprit. Treat with Prednisone, and discharge him," House said, grabbing his cane and walking out of the office, and into Wilson's office where he sat down and sighed, looking at Wilson.

"Let me guess, Cuddy's pregnant," Wilson said without looking up. "And you want some advice, which would make no sense since I don't have children myself."

Cuddy stood in the mirror, a pillow stuffed into her shirt, staring at her reflection as House knocked on the door. He opened it and saw her look over her shoulder, sighing. "Will you still love me when I'm fat?" she asked, taking the pillow out from under her shirt and throwing it back on the bed.

House chuckled, and stepped into the room, going to her side. "What kind of question is that? You've already got that motherly glow about you."

She slapped his arm. "Oh, shut up," she said, shaking her head. "Can we really do this?" she asked, her voice fearful.

"Of course we can. As long as you can deal with the morning sickness and the weird cravings, and the mood swings..."

"House, not helping."

House kissed the top of her head and sighed, looking at their reflection in the mirror together. "I think we've got this."

A/N: There was some fluff in there... Want more? Leave a review and if I get, let's say 5 reviews, I'll update another chapter.