Chapter 6
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Cameron's POV
Since receiving House's call at home, I had been waiting in my car in the hospital parking lot, watching the door, and looking for House. I knew he would eventually emerge, because even if Cuddy forced him to stay late he wouldn't. I knew I was meant to get a restful night sleep and eat regular meals, for the sake of my baby, and I hadn't done it today at all. But House was so important to me that he just consumed my mind and made it hard for me to function when I didn't know what was going on with him.
Finally, at about 8:30, House came out of the building and got on his motorbike. I watched 10 seconds, like they do in the movies and then followed him. I followed him for around half an hour, until he parked his car on the side of the road, and walked into a place called Cedar's bar. I watched him climb off his motorbike and then slotted my car behind his. As I stared inside the bar, I saw House take a seat. Alone. I was relieved. I don't know what I was thinking. I should trust House, at least a lot more than I did. He had made it abundantly clear how he felt. The fact that he had lied to me about not wanting to see me still bugged me, but he was entitled to some alone time, and the fact that he didn't want to seem like he was blowing me off for a drink only made me smile more.
As I relaxed in my seat and prepared to drive off and leave House in peace, I suddenly saw a familiar figure step through the door of the bar. Stacey. House's ex, the only woman I had ever heard of that House had been serious with. Was House cheating on me? How stupid was I? Men like House don't change, especially for a child they never wanted. I was stupid to think I was any exception. With tears in my eyes I drove home, a million thoughts about the future running through my mind. I knew the only way to find some peace was to sleep; so that was exactly what I did. I vowed I wouldn't dream of House, because right now I hated him.
House's POV
I still felt guilty for not going to see Cameron and I already missed her, but the moment I saw Stacey walk through that door, I knew that learning to be the man Cameron deserved would all be worth this.
"Hello Greg, long time no see," Stacey said as she sat on the empty bar stool next to me.
"Hi, Stacey, I must say it is good to see you." I replied, trying to be polite, which was very uncharacteristic of me and I knew Stacey could tell.
"So Greg, what did you want to talk about?" Stacey inquired.
"Look, the love of my life if pregnant and I need some advice." I stated, trying not to read the expression on Stacey's face as I divulged the news.
"Wow, Greg, I'm so happy that you have finally found happiness, what's she like?" Stacey asked.
"See, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, she's perfect; young, beautiful, kind, thoughtful, everything I'm not. I feel like she deserves better and I want to be better to her, and our future child. That's why I came to you. When we were together you made me a better person. I need your advice. How can I deserve her? What do I need to do to be there for her?" I exclaimed exasperated.
"Greg, you don't need to change. She has fallen in love with the person you already are, just like I did. Just be yourself and be there for her." Stacey pleaded.
It was then I understood what she meant, and realised what she was saying was true. I didn't have to change, because Cameron had already told me how she felt about me, and becoming a different person meant I wasn't me anymore!
"Thank you Stacey, I understand now." I smiled.
"I'm glad. Now, get back to your life and good luck with your family Greg!" Stacey said, ushering me out of my seat.
I could still feel Stacey's eyes following my back as I walked out the door, and clambered onto my motorbike and drove home. I limped into my apartment and debated ringing Cameron, but I knew how much she needed her rest. I would do it tomorrow morning instead.
Cameron's POV
My alarm sounded, and my eyes sprang open like jumping jacks. I had been so excited for going back to work and to spend time with House. But, after what I had seen last night, seeing his face was the last thing I wanted to. Now, I was going back purely to annoy him and because it was time to talk to Chase.
I took a refreshing shower, put some clothes on, cleaned my teeth and did my hair. My rang a few times, but as soon of I saw the caller ID belonged to House I instantly ignored it. I was filled with anticipation as I drove to the hospital, seeing House, talking to Chase, both were things I was dreading, but had to be done. I parked in my usual pace, and proceeded into the hospital.
I took my usual root to the diagnostic office, and entered the room to find Chase and Foreman. As per usual, House had not arrived yet. Normally this wouldn't have bothered me, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was still with Stacey. Before House got here, I was going to talk to Chase, to tell him I was pregnant, and I was with House, I didn't even know if I could still say that anymore. That was something that needed to be discussed.
Both Chase and Foreman were smiling at me.
"Hey Foreman, it's good to see you. Do you mind if I talk to Chase in private for a second?" I asked.
Foreman glanced at Chase, and he nodded.
"Sure, I was going to run a few errands anyway. It's good to have you back!" Foreman chimed as he patted me on the back while walking out the room.
As Foreman left, Chase rose from his seat and longingly stared into my eyes.
"So, you have an answer for me?" Chase wondered.
"I do…I…" I trailed off just as I was about to tell Chase the truth.
Then, something hit me. I didn't have to tell Chase the truth. House didn't tell me the truth, and I was so mad at him for that. I walked towards Chase, and out of shear anger, not love, I kissed him. It was a passionate kiss, which lasted for a long time. I immediately felt guilty, because I was leading Chase on, and I was pregnant. But, I just felt the need to do something that would annoy House, however for some reason I was praying he would never find out.
As Chase began to pull away, so did I. It was then I saw someone out of the corner of my eye staring in through the glass. It was House.