OKAY! AS YOU WISH! HERE'S SOME MORE HOUSE AND CAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and yes, some people DO get offended over stupid stuff; jus thought I'd cover my pa-tooty. :o)

Oh, and if I didn't email the part of Chapter 3 that you requested, let me know. I'm blonde.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"The night nurse said Hannah's lost strength in her legs; she can't even stand on her own," Chase replied.

House had just walked into the diagnostics room to get coffee the following Monday morning. He was curious what had happened between the two but already had it on his mental schedule to check into.

House turned around from filling his cup and brought it up to his mouth then horror crossed his face when he took a sip. "Holy crap! When was this made, last year? Where's Cameron? She should be back from the lab by now."

"She had a doctor's appointment," Foreman answered. "Wilson wanted us to check the leukodysis level on Hannah but that's within range. So, it's definitely not leukemia. It could still be something related…"

Foreman's words dissipated as he watched House walk out of the conference room and hurry down the hall. House had completely forgotten about Cameron's first sonogram appointment, even though she'd reminded him before she went to the lab that morning; he'd been picking her up at her place since her swollen tummy prevented her from driving comfortably. They were still up in arms about whether they wanted to know the sex or not.

As House pushed the door in to the exam room where Cameron was lying on an exam table, her belly exposed and a 'mouse' on the side, he rushed to her side, not looking at the monitor showing the picture of the baby.

"Sorry, had a patient asking a qa-zillion questions…"

"Uh-huh. House, we're having twins," Cameron said seriously as his eyebrows flew up and he looked at Dr. Crooks with frightful trepidation on his face before he glanced back at Cameron.

A smile crossed Cameron's lips and she laughed, hitting House on his right arm. "Ow! St…" he cried out.

"You deserve that for being late! Well?" she asked nervously as she flashed her eyes at the monitor.

House hid as best as he could a deep breath and finally looked at the monitor. It was a plain black and white screen, clearly showing the outline of the baby in the center.

"This is the head," Dr. Crooks said as he pointed to a small 'blur' on the monitor. "These are the arms and…"

"Yes! It's a BOY!" House screamed out excitedly.

"No, Dr. House, that's the leg," the doctor said, smiling at Cameron who just shook her head.

He hit the 'print' button on the monitor and took the 'mouse' off of her belly, handing House several Kleenex to wipe off the jelly on her stomach, which he did, very awkwardly. He was afraid of putting too much pressure on her stomach, when in reality he had nothing to worry about, and only ended up smearing it around more.

"Well, do you two want to know the sex of the baby?" he asked as he handed Cameron the printed copy of their baby's sonogram and turned off the machine.

"Yes," replied Cameron.

"No," House answered.

The two looked at the other and laughed, then both looked at the doctor and said, "No."

"Okay. The baby looks fine, the heartbeat is strong, and I want to see you in four weeks, then two weeks after that then once a week until the baby comes. There's only eight weeks left!"

House groaned under his breath and Dr. Crooks smiled at Cameron, patted her hand then left the two expectant parents alone. Cameron pulled her tunic top down over belly and grabbed House's arm to pull herself up.

"You really don't want to know what the sex is?" Cameron asked surprised.

"No, I just said that because I thought you didn't want to know. Do you?"

"No."

They laughed at the other as Cameron threw her legs over the table and stood, still in House's arms. He bent his head down and kissed her sweetly and lovingly; she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him back affectionately.

When they broke from each other House asked, "Cam, when do you think it's a good idea for you to move in with me?" His voice was deep and shaky from nerves over finally getting the courage to ask her.

Her mouth hung open. "Uh, well…" It's not that she didn't have an answer; she was in shock he'd finally asked her. That was one thing Cameron never checked with him about – her moving in with him. They'd spend at least three nights together, mostly on the weekends, but there was always one night during the week he'd come over to her place. It was her rule. Her 'Soon-to-be-House rule?'

"Oh, now you ask me; having to move now that I can barely move and can't even get out of bed on my own."

"Don't worry about that. I wouldn't expect you to…"

"Let's talk about that later, okay? Oh, and if it's a boy I want to name it Alexander, after my uncle," she said, out of the blue.

She broke their embrace and headed for the door. She was nervous about bringing it up because she didn't think he'd like the name but it slipped out before she realized it. Suddenly House stopped and stared off at the wall, his head tilted and his eyes narrowed in thought.

"I know what's wrong with Hannah. And it's not good."

HOUSE MD HOUSE MD HOUSE MD

"Chase, Foreman, get an MRI on Hannah's brain, including her brain stem, and check her myelin," House said as he opened the door for Cameron to walk through but he continued to stand holding the door open. He didn't even wait for them to answer. He turned and hurried off to Wilson's office.

"Wilson, Hannah has Dysmyelogenic Leukodystrophy," House said proudly that he'd solved the 'mystery' and sat down in the chair across from Wilson.

Wilson looked up and frowned. "Alexander's disease? Do you even know how rare…oh, God. There's no treatment or cure for that." He sighed and put his forehead in his palm.

"Yeah, I know, she's gonna die," he said distantly, but not mean. "I should have figured it out sooner with her small stature…and her fingers. I hadn't even noticed those."

"It can't be," Wilson rebuffed. "We need to get an MRI…"

"Foreman and Chase are doing that now."

Wilson looked out the window sadly. "All we can do is drain any fluid that might have accumulated on her brain, which there will be if she has it, but it'll only be a matter of time before it happens again and…" Wilson was just lying to himself. He knew the likelihood she did have it was pretty high; he just didn't want to believe it.

House didn't respond and desperately wanted to change the subject now that he had his bright and shining moment of discovering it was Alexander's disease. But he knew Wilson was upset and didn't think it was a good idea. But, when he thought better of it, he didn't really care.

"How did it go last night with you and Debra?"

Wilson shot him a cold glance then his face relaxed. "Oh, oh, fine. We talked for an hour; I had no clue that's what was bothering her. It felt good to get it out in the open."

"Yeah, well, you remember the only rule I had about the marriage, don't you?" House asked, giving Wilson a threatening glare.

"You said you'd bobbet-tize me if we ever divorced."

"Exactly!"