Married Life

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Year One, Part Four: 5 Months down, 4 to go.

Cameron's Point of View

I knew that when House found out, it would be difficult for all involved. That was something we all expected. What we didn't expect was for him to be so…morose afterwards. Now, secretly, I worried that he would be like that. But, it's House, so I didn't really give it much thought. House normally doesn't show that kind of emotion around us. He normally saves it for Wilson. But, when he didn't show up for two days, we knew something was up. I plucked up my courage, and went directly to his apartment. I tried getting Wilson to talk about it, but he was avoiding me. Great. Something really was up with House. I got off work, when House had missed work for a second time that week, and went directly to House's apartment. I rang the doorbell, and he let me in. I don't think he knew who I was. Maybe he was thinking I was Lisa?

When I got to House's door, I knocked in my special way. My knock is a rap-rap-thud. And I do that twice, usually. I heard the thud of his cane, as he came closer and closer to the door. He opened it, and froze in his place. I smiled lightly, as he took in my appearance. I was wearing a brown button-down shirt, with a pair of black dress pants. I had a cross necklace around my neck, and my wedding rings on my finger. I still hadn't begun to show yet. He moved, to let me in. I entered, and stood awkwardly in the entryway, before he walked back to the piano, and sat down on the bench. I followed, and sat down on the couch. I looked around, and saw nothing that would really prove that House was close to many people. No pictures, no drawings, no letters addressed to him from family members, nothing. I saw his cane, piano, and a few medical files addressed to a Gregory J. House. I fought asking him questions, instead waiting for him to acknowledge me.

I didn't wait much longer. He turned to me, and gazed at me, with his blue eyes. He thumped his cane against the floor, and opened his unshaven mouth. 'Congratulations on your and Chase's upcoming arrival.' He muttered. Did I detect a tone of sadness in his voice? I thought he didn't love me. I thought he would never love me. Maybe the truth was he loved me; just not in the way I thought I loved him. He thought of me as that annoying, hot stepsister. The one who you wanted to lay, because she was hot and she frustrated you so much because you couldn't have her. But you couldn't be with her, because you had to be protective of her, save her from any mistake that could make her different from whom you thought she was. I was like a sister to him.

'Hou—Greg, I wanted to tell you when the timing was right. I wanted you to find out in private. Because I was afraid of how you'd react. I realize now I should have told you, before I told Lisa. But I had to arrange my hours with the Dean of Medicine before I went to the Head of Diagnostics. Because she's my closest female friend, now.' I said, whispering the last bit.

'Allison, you don't have to explain anything to me. I'm fine. I've just been visiting some friends the last few days. Arranging some things.' He said.

'Arranging what?' I said, completely distracted. I brushed the hair out of my eyes, and tried to focus on what he was telling me. Was he saying he was quitting the hospital because of Robert and I?

'I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. As much as I thought I did. Wilson'll leave eventually. So, I went and contacted an old friend. Someone who would stay with me forever.' He said, uncomfortable. He then proceeded to change the subject.

'How did Chase handle the news? When you told him.'

'He freaked out, like I did. But, when we heard our baby's heartbeat…it changed my life. Forever. I know now that whatever heights I reach in my career, it won't compare to being a wife and mother.' I said, smiling a little.

After a few minutes of small chat, I looked into his eyes.

'House, are we okay? Are we still somewhat friends?' I asked, searching his face for my answer. I hoped he said yes, but I would understand if he didn't.

'Yes, we're okay. I promise. I mean we've gone through some tough times together. Not just you and the whole department, but I. I think we're all somewhat friends now.'

I nodded, and let myself out.

House was back the next day.

Chase's Point of View

After Allison confronted House, he was back, harassing patients as usual. Allison felt extremely guilty for days, after. The first case we got was a 23-year-old male with sweats, nausea, and numbness in the lower extremities. Allison wasn't allowed to do anything but Differentials, and run some tests in the lab. Anything too risky, Foreman or I took care of it. House even did some, so that Allison wouldn't become exposed to whatever the patient, Bailey, was carrying. At 6, she would go home. I would go home at 7.

She's now five months, and has a little baby bump. It's actually cute. People stop, and ask when she's due now. She usually laughs, and says 'Not for a long time.'

I asked her if she was scared to be a mother. And she told me that all new parents were probably scared. It didn't make me a wuss if I was. All of us have a bet going on, about whether it's a boy or a girl. Lisa, Allison, Wilson and Foreman think it's a girl. House and I think it's a boy. Whether it's a boy or a girl, it doesn't really matter to me. I just hope it's healthy. That it doesn't have anything from my gene pool that could threaten his life. Like my deadly allergies to cat hair, strawberries, tomatoes, and nuts. Or my mother's alcoholism. Or her abusiveness. I'm also worried the baby will get my regular allergies to rabbits, flowers and dust. Or my asthma. Hayfever, any of them will do.

Allison says I'm being ridiculous. That she'd never blame me if our children got one of my allergies, or my genes or my asthma. She said she'd be happy because it would make it be a little bit more like me.

I hope it's healthy.