After House left for the day, Cameron went to see Wilson in his office. He had been working long hours lately, trying to get some of his patients into a clinical trial up in Boston.

Cameron laid a printout from her most recent sonogram on his desk.

He grinned from ear to ear. It was the first sign of joy she'd seen on his face in months.

"It's a girl," she told him.

"Congratulations." Still smiling, he examined the picture more closely. "Hmm, and I don't see facial hair or a cane, which I thought for sure we'd see. He started to laugh. "I'm sorry," he said, but he continued laughing.

"Either House dosed you with something again or you just really needed a reason to laugh. I know what that's like." She joined him in his laughter, adding, "I'm sure if she had a cane in there I would have felt it."

"You – you didn't say anything to him, did you?"

"I thought about it, but, no."

"Maybe," he said, turning the picture sideways, "you should."

"What?"

"Not that I think you should. Cuddy does, and you know Cuddy."

"This isn't any of Cuddy's business."

"Like I said, you know Cuddy. She'll fight for House no matter what."

"I've wondered for a long time what her stake is in all of this," Cameron said. "Do you know that when I asked her for sick leave she told me that what you and I were doing to him was unfair? We're not doing anything to him. I'm doing something for my baby."

"Never tell anyone I told you," Wilson said, "but twenty years ago, Cuddy was pretty much you."

"She was –"

"No, no, not pregnant. Just a pre-med student at Michigan caught up in the piece of shit wrapped in an enigma that is Gregory House."

"He's not a piece of shit," Cameron said. "He just … he is incapable of putting others first. He can love, I think …"

"He can. I've seen it, with Stacy, years ago."

"But he'll always put his own interests first, and I saw today what kind of harm that can do to a child."

"Right, Kutner told me about the …"

"The parents love their children. They're sad for them, but they could have so easily prevented what happened. All they had to do was imagine the effects of their actions on the kids, and they couldn't do that at all."

"So you've made your decision," Wilson said, handing the photo back to Cameron.

"Yes." She bit her lower lip. "Would ... would you be offended right now if I asked you if I could name the baby Amber?"

Wilson raised his eyebrows, then breathed out through pursed lips. "Would that be meant as a tribute to Amber or an affront to House?"

"Amber was so young, and she deserves … I want to name her Amber in honor of a really smart, driven doctor who died young, and I want you to be her godfather."

"Or you just want to ensure that House is afraid to go near her."

"No. I promise I would never insult you like that."

The next night, Cameron showed up at House's apartment. She didn't go inside. When he opened the door, she handed him the picture from the sonogram.

His eyes widened and retracted as he stared at the picture.

"You had a part in making her," Cameron finally admitted.

"But you don't want me to be her father," he guessed.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I get you. I'll lose interest and walk away eventually. You've got people who won't do that."

"Thank you."

"Just remember, your little Australian wombat-boy lost interest and walked away, too." With that, he closed the door on her.