A/N: Sorry about not updating this story sooner... I wasn't able to access my account until recently, so I haven't particularly been able to update as much as I'd like... But, as I promised here is Chapter 3...

House sat in an empty clinic room, watching his little TV when Cuddy came barging in, carrying a fussy Oliver. She looked like she was at her wit's end, and as if she couldn't handle it anymore. House, seeing the frustration on Cuddy's face turned off the TV and sat up. "House, my mother can't take him. The babysitter's not available, and I just can't seem to calm him down. He's not wet, he's not hungry, he's not tired, he doesn't need to be burped. I'm about to lose it," she said. The months-old infant started crying again, and Cuddy shushed him quietly, rocking him in her arms. "I don't know what he wants, I just want him to stop." House stood, making his way over to the hair-brained mother and gripped her shoulders gently, and firmly, trying to ground her. Her eyes were starting to water as she looked into House's eyes, his deep ocean blue eyes that always made her feel as if she was drowning. She took a deep breath, leaning into House's chest, and House wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her shoulder. As he pulled away, she wiped at her eyes and sniffled, looking down at the baby. House held his arms out and smiled.

"Give him to me. You need some rest, Cuddy," he said, softly. The baby fussed a little bit as she handed him off to House, but he soon calmed down as soon as he was in House's arms.

"How'd you do that?" she asked, looking at him.

"Just lucky I guess," he said, smiling, looking back at her.

Cuddy just smiled and walked away, leaving House and the baby alone. House sat down, turned on the TV and sat there watching it, bouncing little baby Oliver on his knee. Suddenly, the door opened again, and a light came on, as Masters, Foreman, Chase and Taub walked in. House sighed, turning off the TV and grabbing his cane. He stood up, to the surprised faces of his team. He limped towards them and led the way out of the room, handing Oliver off to Masters. The team followed him and he led them into his office where he sat down, placing his feet on his desk. "Well, this was obviously so important that you just had to interrupt my soaps, so, let's hear it," he said, placing his hands behind his head, expectantly. "And I suggest you make it good." Oliver fussed, sticking his hand in his mouth.

"Our patient's liver is failing. He's jaundiced, and we're not much closer to finding a diagnosis," Taub said, sitting down.

"And the cancer screenings came back negative," Chase said.

"Okay, Foreman and Chase, you're on LP duty. Run diagnostics on the fluid, and make sure that he doesn't have mononucleosis. If it turns out to be mono, check for Epstein-Barr as well as anything that may be congenital. Masters, you're on babysitting duty. And Taub... Well, Taub... Get me some coffee," House said, standing up. "Bring me those results as soon as they come in."

"Wait, House, I-" Masters started to object but House was already out the door. Taub gave Masters an empathetic look, and a shrug before walking away. "-I'm not too sure... this is a good idea." She looked down at the baby and sighed. "Well, I guess it's just you and me."

House sat in a darkened clinic room as Taub, Chase, and Foreman came barging in. Taub with a coffee, and Foreman with a file in his hands. House sat up, as he was handed the file and he smirked, that eureka smirk he usually got when he was onto something. He made his way back into the office and picked up his marker, getting ready to write out the name of the diagnosis. "Mononucleosis. Which has 1 of 2 causes. Epstein-Barr or Cytomegalovirus. Your guesses are welcomed, no matter how wrong they are," he said, leaning into his cane. The team looked confused, and the only one making noises was Oliver, who was sitting there babbling, slapping his hands on the table. "Oh, come on. The baby is months old and already he's smarter than the 4 of you. You're right, Oliver. We should treat him for both. Whichever treatment works is what he has. So, Ganciclovir for Cytomegalovirus and Prednisone for the mono and the EBV. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm now off-duty. Come on, Oliver." And with a quick scoop, he took Oliver from Masters' arms and he began limping towards the door. "And let me know if our patient begins dying." And with that, he left the room, leaving the team with expressions that were between amazement and confusion.

"There's the House that we know," Chase said.

"I would say know and love, but sometimes he's an ass," Taub said.

"Yep," Foreman replied. Foreman sighed and shrugged. "Well, let's get to it. We've got a patient we need to treat."

Oliver slept soundly as House and Cuddy stared down at him. "He's such a beautiful baby, isn't he?" Cuddy asked, getting a kiss on the top of her head from House. "I still can't believe we made something so amazing." She sighed. House wrapped his arms around her and sighed.

"He's going to grow up to be an amazing doctor," House said.

"How do you know he's going to be a doctor, hm?" Cuddy asked, jokingly.

"Well, his parents are both doctors, and he's already smarter than Chase, Foreman, Masters, and Taub combined," House said, chuckling.

Cuddy playfully hit his arms and sighed, leaning down to kiss the baby's forehead. The two left the room and House took her hand, leading her into the living room, where he put on romantic music and smiled. "Now, Miss Cuddy, would you like to dance?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in close. Cuddy chuckled slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Why, House. I'd love to," she said. There they stood dancing in the living room. It was as if the world was spinning for the both of them, as if they were floating on air. House began humming to the song. The music seemed so far away. Cuddy leaned her head against his chest, taking in his scent. This was the most romantic she had ever seen House be. It was nice. "House, I think this is the most alone time we've spent alone together since the baby was born." House stopped, lifting her face to look at him and he caressed her face, and leaned down, and kissed her. She felt her breath escape, her body leaned against him as they shared that passionate embrace. House dipped her, a coy smile on his lips. The same kind of smile that says 'Let's go the bedroom'. House lifted her up and their lips met, both of them fumbling to unbutton each other's shirt buttons. They began walking backwards blindly, to Cuddy's bedroom where they fell back together. Suddenly, a cry came over the baby monitor and they both sighed. "I'll go check on him," Cuddy said, fixing her shirt. House laid there, a million thoughts running through his head. Could he really do this? He loved Oliver, yes. He'd do anything for him, but, he was still self-destructive. He was still selfish.

He was worried he'd go back to his old ways. It was getting harder and harder these days not to take Vicodin. Of course, he didn't want to talk about it with Cuddy. He couldn't talk about it with Cuddy. He was too far into the relationship, he was getting attached. To Rachel. To Oliver. To Cuddy. The door opened quietly, knocking House out of his thoughts. "Did he go down easily?" he asked, looking at her.

"Yeah. Now, where were we?" Cuddy asked, starting to unbutton her blouse again.

They fell onto the bed again, kissing deeply. House felt grounded at this time, happy. Like there wasn't anything that could pull him away from her. "I love you, Cuddy," he said, wrapping his hands in her hair and pulling her into him. There they were, being vulnerable. House usually hated it, but with Cuddy it wasn't all bad. Their bodies moved in sync, locked in a passionate kiss. Their lips searching for more. They moaned in climax, and stared into each other's eyes for a while. Is this what happiness was? Because if it was, he was experiencing it for the first time. They laid there, Cuddy laying on his chest, tracing figure 8's on his skin, and him rubbing her shoulder. "Wow," House said. "I think I could get used to this." He kissed her forehead and sighed. Cuddy chuckled and sighed. "Is there anything better than this?"

"Well, a week without clinic duty," she said, jokingly.

"I mean, that would be my ideal thing, but even that comes in a close second."

"Wow. Okay, who are you and what have you done with House?"

House chuckled and kissed her again. "It's weird to me too. Being happy."

"I honestly like this House better than bitter, self-destructive House."

"Me too," he said. That was a lie.

A/N: I'm slowly shaping House back into the House that we know and love... I don't know how I'm going to shape the story from this point... Since it's an AU, may start doing chapters in years... I'll find out once I upload chapter 4...