Married Life

Author's Note: Again, I'm not going with the storyline, because it's really making me angry. I like all the nice reviews you've written. Thank you! Here's another one. - Love, Twilighter

Year Two, Part Two (I think this is Part Two?)

Cameron's Point Of View

I wake up, peaceful and rested. It's been about a month and a half since Bailey came along. Robert and I love our son. He sleeps wonderfully. He sleeps in the white bassinet in our room. Next to our bed. His hair has grown a little. It's naturally blonde like his daddy's. Dirty blonde, not my honey blonde. He has my periwinkle blue eyes, and little dimples. He's not a chubby baby like I was, but a skinny baby like Robert and my brother, Austin. It makes me happy when I go to the bassinet, and see him smiling at me. Robert and I are getting along quite well. I'm more in love with him now than I've ever been. I'm on maternity leave, still. I don't get to come back to work for quite a while.

I remember the first time I brought him to work. I was just getting paperwork, and my check. I also wanted to show off my son, who was just two weeks old at the time. I had woken up at nine 'o' clock, after kissing my wonderful husband good-bye. When Robert had driven off in his car, I went to shower. I brought the baby monitor in the bathroom with me, and was just drying off at about 10:35 when Bailey awoke with a little whimper, which led to a full-blown wail. I wrapped the white towel around myself, and ran to Bailey's bassinet. I smiled down at the upset infant.

'Bailey-Bear, what is the problem?' I cooed, in my most maternal voice. Bailey responded with another heart-breaking wail. I lifted him out of the bassinet, and felt that his diaper was wet. I did an internal groan, and carried him to his bedroom, where his changing table was. I made an air-kiss in his face as I changed the soggy diaper into a fresh one. Then, I picked up my now-happy son, and walked over to the dresser, where his clothes were. His closet had a bunch of dress-clothes, and his other baby stuff. I grabbed a red onesie that said 'Rockstar'. I then brushed his hair back, using his little baby comb that he hates. I packed up the diaper bag with changes of clothes, diapers, and all the precautions needed for an infant. I then dressed myself in a skirt, and a blue dress shirt, and grabbed my most comfortable dress shoes. Putting my hair up, I then applied a little makeup, and sprayed the perfume that Robert got me for my baby shower, and smiled when I saw my infant son grinning at me.

'Bailey, we're going to see Daddy!' I exclaimed, picking him up. I then walked outside, and loaded him in the car. Driving there, I heard his little burbles. I pulled into Princeton-Plainsboro, and unloaded my son. I was surprised when I didn't feel that tense feeling in my stomach that I usually felt when I entered the hospital. Maybe because I was with my child or that I was still on maternity leave and relieved of my doctor duties. Could be both, I decided after pondering it for a little while. I walked into Lisa's office, where she was on the phone.

'Yes, I'll have to call you back.' She said when she saw me. We'd been keeping in contact through the phone, emails and the regular meeting at my house. But we hadn't really seen each other since I gave birth to Bailey. She hung up, and stood. She was bigger than I remember. I went over and hugged her, sitting Bailey's carrier on the couch. He smiled at me, when after our hug, I glanced at him.

'I'm here to show off my son, and to get my check.' I grinned wildly. Lisa laughed, and gave me the once-over.

'You did not just have a baby, did you?'

'I did.' I laughed back at her. She looked extremely pregnant. I felt for her, having been hugely pregnant not long ago myself. I didn't get a chance to talk, as she was rushing over to Bailey.

'Hello little man!' she said. I unbuckled him from the carrier, and handed my son to her. He drooled excitedly, and gave her a happy squeal.

'That means he likes me, in baby language!' she said, laughing.

'Learned that from little Rachel?' I asked, gloating in my son's adorable face.

'I did, indeed.' She said, as she smiled at my baby.

I talked with her for a while, and went to the office. I saw Foreman, House, Thirteen, Taub and Robert all sitting down at the desk. Well, House was writing on the white board. I smiled, and walked into the room.

'Hi everyone.' I laughed, pleasantly. Robert glanced up, and saw me and our son. He walked over to me, and gave me a little kiss. He then unbuckled Bailey, and kissed him gently. I suddenly remembered seeing him with all those young patients we've had over the years. How he took care of them, and made them feel safe, special and loved. I always knew he'd make our children feel the same way. I smiled at everyone, who was fussing over the baby, while Robert continued holding him. Robert loved Bailey, and loved me for having him.

Life is perfect.

Chase's Point of View

I never thought I'd enjoy being a father as much as I do. I love waking up in the morning, kissing my wife, and then feeding my son before I go to work so that he won't wake up my wife. Bailey is the most loving person, and he isn't even fully-functioning yet. I feel like I knew I'd be okay, but now I know for sure I'll be fine with Bailey as my son. I adore him, and he adores me.

Allison loves watching us interact. She says she knew I'd be a great father. I have terrific bedside manner. But, I told her that I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to have good bedside manner. She would correct me, and say that House doesn't have good manners. I agree, and then we'd drop the subject.

But, I love being his daddy. I love knowing that one day, he'll turn to me for advice, and that one day, we'll have more. I love Allison and Bailey, but now that I've had a child, I don't want to stop. Not yet.