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A/N: Heya, y'all! Sorry for the long-ish wait, but I restarted school this week and have been dealing with both it and my evil &#%$!&$% of a chemistry teacher :P (No really, if you met her, you'd cry). So I haven't been able to update. But I have had plenty of awesome ideas (and proceeded to write them all down on a word doc so as not to forget them amongst all the other stuff I seem to have to remember)

Now, I know this chapter is a little shorter than usual (not much, but a little), but in many ways it's another 'filler' chapter to get it going, I personally think it's kind of cute, and I think the next one will be even cuter :D (but I'd say I'm a little biased :P)

So, as usual, thank you ALL so much for your awesome, fantastic and extraordinary reviews, you really keep a smile on my face and a little bit of sanity in my mind :P

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When Cuddy finally came out of the bathroom, five minutes later, she walked slowly back towards the living room not knowing whether or not to expect him to still be there.

And, no surprise, he wasn't.

She hadn't expected him to stay, she knew that House had been acting strange since she'd become pregnant, but she didn't expect him to change so drastically as to stay somewhere where he had just been vulnerable, basically stripped of all defences.

Wiping the remnants of her tears from her eyes, Cuddy sighed and turned towards her bedroom, her blurred mind not even registering that, aside from the diagnostician, her living room was also missing a particularly expensive TV.

Just as she turned the corner towards her bedroom door, she heard a noise. Slowing her steps, Cuddy moved closer to the wall and peeked into her room keeping her body away from the opening.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she saw the diagnostician she had been missing mere minutes earlier, kneeling as best he could in front of her TV, cables splayed on the floor all around him, his cane lying on her bed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked barely looking up, obviously too caught up in figuring out how to hook up the darned thing.

"Ok, um, why are you relocating my furniture?" she asked leaning against the doorframe marvelling at his expression; the same one he had on when he tried to solve non-technological puzzles.

"Uh m… that baby needs some decent entertainment" he said, barely believing what he had been about to say.

"I read, all the time, aloud, you know it's good for …" she began but he looked up

"If you read classics to it, hell, even some Poe, instead of that …" he looked at her romance novels "uh…"

"I'll have you know they are very good!" she said walking into the room and sitting on the bed.

House resigned himself to looking at her disbelievingly before focusing his attention on the red cable in his hand and the finding of it's illusive socket.

For the next few minutes, Cuddy watched in amazement as House set up her TV with as much dedication and concentration as he put into saving patients, and, as the time passed and the silence surrounded her, her memory flooded back to the living room, the couch, his scent, his taste, his … just, him.

From the moment she'd walked in, she'd realised there was some sort of unspoken agreement in the air. She knew it was and odd and rare thing for House to still be there, and she was certain that, should se bring up the subject that, she knew, they were both thinking about, he would leave.

"There" he said, finally straightening up and pausing for a moment with his right hand on his thigh as Cuddy handed him his cane which she had been mindlessly fiddling with.

Looking down at his work, House felt the rush that came with solving something dissipate and all the things that, minutes earlier had screamed at him to leave, flooded back. But this time, Greg was determined to fight it. After all, he'd already made Cuddy cry once, he wasn't about to do it again, not if he could help it.

Picking up the remote that he had placed on top of the TV, House through it to Cuddy who, in an unexpectedly quick reflex caught the UFO that was about to fit her face.

"Nice catch" he said walking around to the other side of the bed.

"Gee thanks" she replied sarcastically turning on the TV.

Channel, after channel, after channel, after channel. Nothing. How could there be nothing on? What was worse, how could Cuddy live with so few channels? Granted that more than half the channels she didn't have would serve only to show the same 'nothing' as the others, but in foreign languages that she didn't understand and that he pretended not to. But, still, House always enjoyed knowing that he could go on for over 200 channels before giving up.

In silence staring at the TV, they both sighed. It was an odd moment, it felt like they'd done it before. Rather, it felt scary, but some how familiar and safe. Anyone looking in on the scene, would see a married couple, going through an everyday routine. They only saw each other. Each more scared than the other.

"Uh, so …" said Cuddy trying to get him to be the one to say or do something, seeing as, should she do it, there'd be a very good chance that he'd leave.

"Do you, by any chance have DVDs in this place?" he asked her.

Surprised at the fact that House was actually trying to find something neutral to do, that he wasn't running out the door and wasn't trying to jump in her pants, Cuddy took a second to reply.

"Living room, second cupboard" she said nodding towards the door.

"I'll be back" he said as he got up and limped out and, for some reason, she was sure he would.

TBC

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