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A/N: Ok, let's all yell at me for the time taken to update. I'm SORRY! But in my defence, I did have basketball practices like everyday in preparation for a basketball tournament that I had this weekend. And then, once I got back, I had to catch up on all the homework I missed while I was away in the north of the country playing … But we came in second, and I have officially earned 21 medals from my school in about 5 different sports … so hey, bonus

Anyway, I'm back now. Yay! And here's the new chapter. There is a line/reference in there that may have been, in a way, inspired by a scene in Juno … but I think it's something House would point out, so it fits.

Once again, sorry for the HUGE wait, and thank you so much fro your reviews! I have officially passed 500 and am loving it. So yea, THANKS!

Anyways, Enjoy!

"Yellow sheets?" asked House five minutes later as he and Wilson began to unpack the car

"Yea?" questioned Wilson unsure where his friend was going with this.

"Have you ever met a man who has yellow sheets?" asked House holding up the two bags containing the offending fabrics "I mean, besides you"

"You don't know if it's a boy, House" sighed Wilson taking the bags from him and heading over to the front door where Cuddy had just appeared.

Before he could reply, House spotted Cuddy leaning against the door frame, her arms folded over her belly, a smile playing on her face. That was when he realised that it was at him that she was smiling at him and the fact that he was holding a bag full of baby toys.

And there he was again, terrified. Terrified of what that smile meant and, especially, terrified of how much he enjoyed and loved it.

Looking away, House grabbed another bag and limped with it towards the door step where he deposited it before returning to the car for more.

"Had fun, boys?" asked Cuddy as Wilson placed three bags at her feet and House busied himself searching in the trunk of the car so as not to have to look at her.

"Yea, loads" said Wilson with a sarcastic smile while looking at House's back. Cuddy smiled in return.

It took them about 10 more minutes to get all the large boxes out of the car and into the baby's room, and, just as they hauled the box containing the crib through the door, the grey sky above gave in and large, threatening drops of water began to fall.

Looking around the room at the piled boxes and bags, Wilson smiled.

"I have a few more hours" he started "if you want, I could help House here set these up"

"Help? What? Who?" asked House who had been too overwhelmed by the baby things and the reality they brought to the situation to actually follow the conversation.

"That'd be great, actually" said Cuddy smiling "you could probably have quite a few of these set up by dinner time. I'll get the tool box"

With that, Cuddy was gone and House turned to Wilson "did you just volunteer me, el cripple" he waved his cane "to build baby cribs and changing tables?" he asked.

"As you said" Wilson smiled triumphantly "it is your baby"

Before House could hit him on the back of the head and make a limp for it, Cuddy returned with a tool box that, by the looks of things, hadn't been used in, well, ever.

"That should have everything you need" she said handing the box to Wilson as House hung his head and looked at the massive boxes. This was going to be mildly unpleasant.

Ripping pieces of card off the boxes was easy, and, truth be told, kind of fun for a frustrated diagnostician who hated the thought of the woman of his dreams sitting in a chair Wilson had moved into the room while he, begrudgingly, played carpenter.

The next part, however, was not as easy. Well, it would be easy, considering the two people working on the crib were highly trained, intelligent doctors. But House's unwillingness to actually 'build' anything, meant that Wilson did most of the job and, therefore, it ended up taking much longer than needed.

Screwing two sides of the crib together was easy enough for Wilson. The third a little more challenging. However, it was the base part that most inconvenienced the oncologist. As he tried to fit the large rectangle of wood into the frame created by the three sides, Wilson found himself trapped under it all and unable to find the appropriate screw.

"Shit" he muttered

"What was that?" asked House whose current job seemed to be holding onto one of the standing sides of the crib even though, should he let go, it'd still stand.

"I need a screw" sighed Wilson looking around

"Tell us something we don't know" smiled House

Frowning and sighing at House, Wilson exchanged a quick look with Cuddy and, turning back to House, spoke "just hand me that screw, will you?"

"That what?" asked House, finally thankful for something that he could entertain himself with

Shaking her head, Cuddy leant over a little and rolled the small screw towards James who proceeded to find the right place for it.

"Spoil sport" muttered House returning to his job as crib-side holder.

A few seconds went by as Cuddy shook her head, House sulked and Wilson tried to understand why he could remove a tumour in his sleep but seemed incapable of putting a simple crib together.

"Great" he sighed leaning his head back on the floor as the base of the crib lay on him "this screwdriver doesn't fit"

"Ha!" laughed House, once again, finding a way to be immature rather than deal with his feelings towards the baby, Cuddy and his involvement in the whole affair "that's what she said!"

"Mature" whispered Cuddy as she turned to Wilson "what kind is it? I may have some…"

"Phillips head …" sighed Wilson, frustrated at his current, particularly uncomfortable position.

"That's the cross one, right?" asked Cuddy

"Yea"

"I'm pretty sure I have one in the garage …" she said looking at House

"What are you looking at me for?" he asked waving his cane in a 'duh' fashion.

Smiling mockingly, Cuddy motioned to Wilson and his somewhat trapped position and, to state the obvious, looked down at her ever expanding stomach.

Frowning, and seeing no way of getting out of this without substituting Wilson or making Cuddy go – two things he didn't want to do – House sighed and headed towards the door.

"There's a door through the kitchen, right?" he asked as he turned out of the room

"Yea" replied Cuddy and, after hearing the sound of House jiggling the doorknob to the garage, added "but it's stuck" at that, Wilson had to laugh "you'll have to go 'round"

"Oh, yay" the two doctors heard House reply as he limped past the room again towards the front door, shooting the fallen Wilson an unfriendly glare as he passed.

Thankfully, it had stopped raining a few minutes previously, because judging by the rising water mark at the bottom of his jeans, had he been caught in the shower, he would have been soaked to the bone.

Opening the door to Cuddy's garage, House hung his head. For someone who was so picky about order at work, Lisa Cuddy sure wasn't that fussy about her garage. Actually, saying she didn't minimally care about the state of her garage would have been an accurate statement.

There were luggage cases piled up in one corner, appliances that were either out of order or served for gardening and, therefore, belonged to her gardener, not her littered the place. The counter tops were full of old magazines and boxes packed with all sorts of odds and ends. Basically, it was the last place on earth someone would ever want to go to look for anything. And yet, that was exactly what House had to do.

"You feeling ok down there?" asked Cuddy smiling at Wilson who looked a bit like a squashed insect.

"Yea, I'm great" he replied with a smile

"So, tell me …" she started, her light, but a hint of expectation in it "what was he like at the store?"

Smiling at her need to know, Wilson replied "he was fine. Got bored about 5 minutes in, found him hanging around the toy instrument section … it was fine. He even …" when he realised what he was about to say, he stopped himself "No. Never mind"

"What?" asked Cuddy, suddenly interested

"Nah, it was nothing, don't worry about it"

This moment was followed by total silence for about two minutes until Cuddy spotted it. The one box that really didn't belong in a baby's room.

"Is that …" she pointed at it questioningly.

"Yea … he figured, I dunno … that, at some point, the kid would like it?" tried Wilson, not sure if House would thank him for saying the truth, that he wanted his kid to know the pleasure of playing a piano.

"Well that's, er, interesting" said Cuddy, sensing that there was more to that than Wilson was saying.

Having successfully found the necessary screwdriver, House began to make his way outside when, five metres from the front porch, the sky opened up again and he found himself, a fairly stupid look on his face, being drenched.

"Oh, great" he said sarcastically, shaking his head slightly to remove the droplets that were accumulating on his face and heading into the house.

As Cuddy was about to grill Wilson about the keyboard, the two turned their heads towards the door from where that particularly amusing sound of wet shoes was coming.

Quickly glancing at the window, the two saw the pouring rain and had to exchange a smile. Oh, this was going to be fun!

TBC

So, a lighter chapter than the previous one, but I guess, in it's way, entertaining right?

Oh, and the promo for 5x20? Anyone else dying to know what's so special about it? All I know is I hope there's more than ONE huddy scene … it's starting to drive me insane the lack of Huddyness … *sighs*

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