A/N: I've added some harsher language in this chappy.

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"I love you." Greg whispered to Allison. They were laying in the grass at the park, her stomach sticking out. She was six months pregnant. He had his arms around her and was whispering in her ear, "I love you."

He'd done a complete 180, everybody said so. James saw him catering to Allison's every move, walking her to classes, taking her books, kissing her, doing sweet things. Him and Lisa were still going strong, but he sometimes wondered if she saw Greg and wanted him to do some of that stuff more than he did now.

Suddenly, Greg sat up and said to Allison, "Sit up." She struggled to a sitting position.

He held her hand and said, "Allison…I turn 18 in a week."

She smiled and look confused. "Happy…Birthday?" she laughed. "I already know that, silly."

He smiled. "I know you do. But what I meant is…" he pulled out a box from his pocket. "I can legally get married without my parents saying a single thing." He stood up and then got to his knee.

"Allison Cameron, will you marry me?" he opened the box, revealing a diamond ring.

He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked at him. "Greg, I—"

"I've already talked to your parents. They said yes. They love me." He grinned. "Who doesn't?"

She smiled, tears brimming and nodded. "Of course I will marry you."

He took her in his arms and kissed her, deeply.

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They decided they couldn't wait. A month later, Allison walked down the aisle. She looked beautiful. Her parents smiled with a mixture of sadness and happiness. They did like Greg, for some reason. There was just something about him. Some kind of charm.

Greg's parents weren't there. His mother had just sighed sadly and his father had given him a look of contempt and told him to get the hell out.

"Get the hell out of my house. You wanna throw your life away on some…some…teenage whore, you can go ahead and do that, but I won't be a part of it, and neither will your mother."

Greg walked up, and with every ounce of contempt he had in him, he threw back his fist and punched his dad in the face. "Don't you ever call her a whore! EVER!" Blood spurted from John's nose, but he just smiled.

Greg spun on his heel and left. He came back and collected everything he owned the next day when both his parents were at work. By something miraculous, they hadn't changed the locks yet.

A week later, they had.

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He moved into Allison's. Her folks' only stipulation was that he live in the spare room.

"No more sex." Her dad had said, winking. Mr. Cameron was a good-natured guy, and both of her parents were actually excited about the birth of the baby. They didn't know if it was a girl or a boy, yet. But they were excited, none the less.

Greg worked three days a week after school to earn some money for the baby and for the Camerons. Even though they said it was no problem putting him up, he still felt at least a little bad. As bad as Gregory House could.

One night about three weeks after he'd moved out, they were all sitting around the fire in the living room, Greg's arms around Allison and they began talking.

Mrs. Cameron put down something she was reading and said, "So, Greg, have you talked to your parents?" She took a drink of water and looked at him expectantly. Mr. Cameron looped his fingers through Mrs. Cameron's.

"No. And I don't plan on it." He said quietly. "They…you don't know what has been said or what has happened."

"It couldn't have been bad enough to wall yourself off from them forever." Mrs. Cameron said.

"It was, Mrs. Cameron. You just don't know."

"What about when the baby comes? You gonna contact them then?" Mr. Cameron asked.

"I don't know. I guess so…" he said quietly. "I don't wanna talk about it anymore."

So they didn't.

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A/N: Boy or girl baby? You guys decide. And names please! Next chapter will be the baby…but I need your input before it gets written!