Married Life

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Year One, Part Five: Month Seven

Cameron's Point of View

Oh, dear lord, being pregnant has given me the worst headaches. I think it's the hormones. And I've been so nervous, lately. I think it's because my due date is getting closer and closer. Robert has taken the brunt of my emotions. I feel so bad because I keep taking everything out on him. I am so ready to have this baby out of me. To go back to my regular life. My regular job. My marriage.

I wanted everything to be perfect for when the baby arrived.

Everything had to be exactly right. Robert painted the walls a subtle green, with white carpet. There were pictures hanging on the walls. A picture of Robert and myself, a picture of our first sonogram. There was a picture of House, Wilson, Cuddy, Foreman, and us that was hanging on the wall directly over the crib. We had white curtains hanging on the windows, and the crib was off-white, with green bedding. The rocking chair was a gift from my mother. We painted it green to match the rest of our stuff. And, we had the letter 'B' hung on one of the walls. Because we'd decided we were going to name our child a 'B' name.

Robert never blames me for anything. Never blames our child. Never even blames himself. He just says its hormonal hell that'll pass when our kid is born. I looked up Australian names, just for him. So, our child is going to have an Australian B name. I smile up at Robert, as he walks into the bedroom. The white bassinet is in the corner of the room, waiting until our infant is here, so we could put the little one in it. Just a little while longer, I thought.

I work Monday through Friday, and Robert works the same, only the occasion double on Saturdays. To make up for my clinic hours. On those days, I sleep in until about nine. At nine, I wake up, and take a shower. I change into casual clothes, and put some makeup on. I make our bed, and go to the living room, where I usually find a note that Robert left me. Today's note said this:

Allison,

I'll be home at eleven. Try not to miss me. Tell our baby not to do anything cute while I'm gone. Or the baby'll be grounded.

Love you,

Rob

By now, it's usually eleven a.m. I call Lisa, and gossip with her for a couple of minutes. Then, when I hear House's voice on the other end, I quickly end the conversation. Because he might be complaining about something, something to do with my husband or myself, so I try not to listen. Saves me a lot of anger. When I hang up, I make myself some lunch. Whatever the baby and I are craving. When I'm done eating, I sit on our tan couch, and sleep for a while. When I wake up, I straighten up, and check my emails. I check House's mail too. For any new patient alerts. If I get one that I think House will like, I forward it to his email. Usually, I get a response that says either 'that's stupid. No way.' Or 'Send them in.' either way, that keeps me occupied for two hours. By now, it's probably around 4 or 5. I take another bath, and fix myself up again. I watch TV for a while. Mystery Diagnosis usually. I TiVo that one, because I like trying to solve the case before the doctors reveal it. Oh my God, I am turning into House. I suddenly noticed that. When I'm tired of watching that, I call my mom, and talk to her for a while. At this time, it's around 7, and I'm starving. So, I make dinner. I put up leftovers, and clean up. I load, and run the dishwasher that Robert unloaded the night previously. Now, it's nine. I take my third shower of the day, and change into something more comfortable. I usually sit down, and watch some more MD, until Robert pulls in. When he gets home, all is good with the world. All is right. And, we usually fall asleep, cuddling.

Chase's Point of View

Oh, Lord. It's getting so close. So close I can feel it. I can feel it. Hormonal Hell is almost gone! Thank God! I tell her that it's not her fault. And it's not. She's just usually so calm, you can easily tell the difference when she's pregnant. She gets even weepier at some of the things House says than usual. Last week, when House told me I was gay, she cried for twenty minutes. When Foreman and House were making a bet on the survival rate of the terminal cancer patient that Wilson had for us, she cried for forty minutes. When I had an asthma attack yesterday, she cried for ten and yelled at House for making me work so hard in the winter. She even yelled at him about the bachelor party that was 11 months or so ago. House told me later that he just internally rolled his eyes, and knew that Allison was under the stress of pregnancy hormones.

I had laughed, and told him 'Welcome to my world. We have shirts.' Then Foreman said that Allison was working really hard. So it couldn't just be hormones. She was so busy, trying to prove to House that she was still needed on the team, even if she couldn't be around patients. House has told her repeatedly that she's a useful member of the team. She was in charge of the board, if he were ever incapacitated. That was what he reminded her of, in one of their discussions, 3 weeks ago.

A few more months, and I'll have my wife back. Just a few more. Then, we'll be adjusting to our new lives as parents. The poll for the gender is still on. House and the others are convinced it's a girl. I'm secretly thinking it's a boy. And I'm just thinking that because Allison assumes I want a son more than I'd want a daughter. Which isn't true. I'd love a little girl just as much as a little boy. Maybe more, because she would be more like Allison and less like me. I would hope. If I do have a daughter, I would hope that she never finds a guy like House. Let her find a guy like Wilson, not like Foreman, House or even me. Especially House.

Is anyone else as excited as I am? No, I didn't think so.