I forgot to give a shout out to ColorOfAngels for the title!!!! Think my blood pressure dropped 100 points. :o) Ok, so I'm exaggerating-that spelled right? lol
The end of this chapter ends hot and heavy, and I'm afraid I was forced to cross the line a little bit. For those that don't want to spoil a 'good' story, email me with your email address and I'll send you the continuation of it.
CHAPTER THREE
Hours later, House and Wilson were in the diagnostics office discussing Hannah's condition; Chase and Foreman were in the lab waiting for results of her blood work. Wilson didn't have to be there, but he felt he should be since Hannah had babysat for them several times; she was a trusted and caring person, and they knew she genuinely loved Gregory.
Of course, House grumbled that he had to go into work at that late hour on a Saturday but after Wilson called her parents and found a few things that intrigued him, he succumbed and they settled in for a long night ahead of them.
Cameron stayed with Debra because she didn't want to leave her alone, not after finding her babysitter out cold in their living room; besides, House's car was at the apartment and they left in such a hurry to PPTH they didn't think about any other arrangements.
On the white board, House had written, "24yr old, 2 seizures w/in past three weeks, abnormal finger length all 10 digits, degen. mental state"
The two men sat at the table mentally going through every possibility they could think of, to no avail.
"The times she's come over to babysit, neither of us noticed any difference in her, at all. Her parents said she'd been to a doctor because the past year her head appeared to enlarge and her mental capacities seemed to be deteriorating but they didn't find anything. She's barely passing her classes," Wilson added, completely puzzled.
"Well, studying at Princeton will make any head grow," House muttered.
"House! For once can you be serious?" Wilson barked. "Look, it's late and we're both tired…"
Just then, Foreman and Chase came into the room looking frustrated and threw themselves into chairs; Chase handed the page with the blood results to House. He didn't bother reading it.
"What's the verdict?" House asked as he leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms, trying to prevent a yawn.
"Nothing. Her CBC is completely normal," Chase said.
"Is she conscious?" Wilson asked.
"No. Her parents are in with her, though," Foreman added.
Foreman and Chase threw out a couple of possibilities, which sent them back to Hannah's room to get a lumbar puncture. House looked at his watch –it read 1:15am – so he and Wilson headed back to Wilson's apartment. They didn't say much on the drive because they were so tired.
When they entered the apartment, they found a note on the dining room table that the girls had gone to bed and there was leftover lasagna in the oven they simply had to reheat. The two men looked at each other with eyes bugged out; they hadn't eaten since lunch hours earlier and they were famished. Wilson asked House to heat up two portions while he went to check on the girls.
He found his wife and Cameron asleep on their bed, fully dressed, with Gregory cuddled between them. He smiled and turned to leave when he heard Debra whisper his name. He turned back around and gave her a wink.
"Hey, babe. How's Hannah?" she asked concerned.
He whispered, "Sleeping, but we're still running tests."
"Okay. Are you two going to eat?" Wilson nodded his head. "Okay," she said as she got off the bed as gently as she could as to not wake Cameron or the baby. "I'll put Gregory to bed and get Cameron up. She and House are sleeping in the guest room."
She gently picked up the baby and walked to Wilson, giving him a kiss as she passed him. "Mom left a message while we were out," she said softly. Wilson nodded his head but didn't say anything as she left the room for Gregory's.
After the two men finished eating Debra took their plates, rinsed them and put them in the sink. Cameron groggily walked in, walked to House and gave him a peck on the cheek. House padded her swollen tummy lovingly.
"I think you should have had spaghetti, honey," he teased, referring to the scene in Alien when the creature tore out of the stomach of the man after he'd eaten spaghetti. Cameron didn't ask about Hannah because Debra already told her right after she woke her up.
"Debra, have you got those extra pillows? I need something under my knees," Cameron asked.
House looked at her confused. "Oh, you and Cameron are staying here," Wilson told him.
"No, no way. We can go home," House argued.
"No, you won't. You have had a long day and…" Debra argued back.
"I have to feed Steve."
"He'll live," Debra told her cousin.
"Cameron can drive us home…"
"Oh, please, House. You know the seat doesn't push back far enough to clear this huge stomach of mine," Cameron said as she put her hand on her lower back and bent backward.
"Don't argue with a pregnant woman, House," Wilson injected. "You'll lose every time."
After House and Cameron settled into the spare bedroom, Debra and Wilson changed into their night clothes then sat up in bed silent in the darkness. He was worried over Hannah and Debra was worried over her mother's phone call.
"What did your mom say?" Wilson finally asked.
"She wants us to come up."
"Did you call her back?" he asked as he yawned and lay down on the bed, his head underneath his hands.
Debra lied down next to him and put her arm over his chest, holding him tightly, burying her head under his arm. "No. I don't want to go."
"Fine, we won't go."
There was silence between them for several minutes when Wilson thought Debra dozed off.
"She said she can explain why they've been out of my life for over a year."
Wilson tilted his head toward her and kissed her on the forehead. "We'll go when you're ready, not before."
He felt her chest heave as if she was going to cry, but in reality she had just taken a deep breath of relief.
"Have I told you how much I love you, lately?" she asked softly, her eyes closed.
"Nope. But I love you just as much."
Over in the spare bedroom, House was begging Cameron for a little loving before he could go to sleep but she refused.
"No! God, Greg, I'm seven months pregnant and about to pop, you pervert. Besides, you'll give him brain damage," she said seriously, hiding a smile in the dark.
"How am I going to give it…oh, yeah," he sniggered. "I'll be gentle," he pleaded.
"Go to sleep."
"But you were frisky last month and we were humping like rabbits!" he whined.
"I was also twenty pounds lighter and two dress sizes smaller and it was just my hormones."
"But you're still sexy to me, baby."
"Nite, House."
"Fine, but the next time you beg me you ain't getting' any," he pouted.
"Nite, House," she repeated. "I love you," she said, not that she was serious. She just said it hoping it would make him shut up.
"Uh-huh. You won't say that when…"
"Oh, for pete's sake! Baby!"
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She giggled to herself as she moved herself up and lay her head on the pillow beside House, who had his face turned towards her and smiling in the most satisfied grin she'd ever seen him wear.
"You know what you said earlier about…you know…" he said, his voice deep and raspy.
She yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth. "Dude, I just made you 'you know.' What else do you want…"
"No, about – what you told me."
"House, I'm too tired to play games right now. Would you just come out and say it?"
"Think about it while you go to sleep. What you told me…I'm saying it back." He rolled on his side and got in the fetal position and tried to fall asleep.
She sat there searching her brains trying to remember what he told her that he's saying back.
When she remembered what she'd said, she smiled, closed her eyes and shivered, but not from the cold. She said she loved him, but she wasn't serious. Now he was saying it back; well, not exactly, but it was good enough for her.
Cameron rolled on her side, put the pillow between her knees, which cradled right into the back of House's knees, put her right arm over his waist and her left arm over his head. She nestled her nose in the nape of his neck and she swore she felt goose bumps form there.
With his left hand he reached up and held her right hand, getting a hard grip and ran his thumb over the base of her own thumb.
And the two were asleep in seconds, blissfully.
