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A/N: Hello everybody. I have good and bad news for you all. The bad news is that this is, finally, the last chapter of Foetus. But, fret not, the good news is that there will still be an epilogue and, also, this chapter is 5600 words long, so you still have quite a while until the end :D

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Because I love you all so much and truly think you are the best reviewers in all of the fanfiction world, I would like to dedicate this chapter to all those who have stood by this story from the beginning, giving me constant reviews with both opinions and praise, I wouldn't have made it this far without all of your support.

I can't name all those of you who I want to thank (because the list would compete with this chapter in length) but I would especially like to thank silkyway for all her support and all my Portuguese readers (whom I hope to see writing fanfics soon) :D

Enough with the talking! Here's chapter 43 :D

Enjoy!

It was eleven o'clock on a Monday night, a week later, and Cuddy was half sitting, half-lying on her couch, her still unnamed son lying on her chest, his eyes refusing to close as hers tried to do so.

Every night from the day they'd come home until then, he'd cried at least three times. She was exhausted and, even with all the help Wilson provided, she was starting to feel useless. No matter how often she fed him or changed him, he would always find a reason to cry, to call for her attention again.

"Please go to sleep, baby" she whispered down to him as his big blue eyes looked up at her face "please …"

Not understanding his mother's plea, the baby merely focused his eyes on some other new thing he'd found in the room and proceeded to stay awake.

"Ugh …" sighed Cuddy sitting up and placing him in her arms in a lying position "come on"

Slowly, she walked over to the baby's room and placed him in his crib.

"Now, you're fed, you're changed and you should be sleepy … so please, son, I'm going to sit right over there" she pointed to the rocking chair in the corner of the room "and you're going to sleep, ok sweetie?" she asked

Sighing as he continued to move his arms about and raise his legs up for no particular reason, Cuddy backed away from the crib until the back of her legs found the chair and she collapsed onto it.

She'd always known this would be hard, raising a child all by herself, she'd known it would be exhausting and frustrating; but never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought it would be like this. Her eyes were attempting to roll back as her eye lids tried to close, every movement seemed to take more energy than she had, and even the process of thinking seemed to exhaust her.

Slowly, she felt her eyes close and, within seconds she was asleep. Not five minutes later, she was awakened by the initial sounds of a crying baby.

Accidentally hitting her head against the wall behind her in her attempt not to let it fall forwards, Cuddy stood slowly and walked over to the crib.

"What do you need, baby?" she asked him leaning over and attempting to tuck him in as he kicked the covers away "come on, son, what do you need?"

When the only response she got was louder and louder crying, she, herself began to break down.

Dropping to the floor, Cuddy looked at her son through the bars in the crib, her head in one hand, the other reaching into the crib in an attempt to sooth the crying infant. As the tears began to fall from her face, Cuddy spotted the telephone lying on the floor by the crib where she'd left it after her last conversation with Wilson.

"Please be there, please be there" she whispered as she picked it up and dialled Wilson's number for the third time that day.

One ring, two ring … fifteen rings. He wasn't there, of course he wasn't, he had a life. Now sobbing heavily, Cuddy attempted to wipe the tears away as she stared at the phone in her hands.

She needed help, she needed someone there with her, she couldn't do it alone. She was feeling like a failure and every second that went by, she felt closer and closer to simply giving up and sleeping. She loved her son above all else, but she needed help, and right then, she was desperate.

Trembling, Cuddy began to dial. She was scared, but she was also desperate; desperate enough to risk what she was about to do

.Lying on his bed, House stared at the ceiling above him. The fight he'd had with Wilson had been as much as he'd ever admitted regarding his son. But he hadn't said everything.

Since that day, he'd stayed at home all the time, except for the few hours two days earlier when he'd gone to the hospital and had his neck brace removed. He'd spoken to Wilson, but only for short periods of time as his friend checked in on him. And he eaten only when his stomach hurt so much it competed with his leg.

"Damn it!" he yelled out as he turned on his side and punched his pillow.

Having let out all the things he wanted regarding his son, he was now plagued with thoughts of everything else he wanted, things he'd never fully admitted to himself and which he desperately wanted. Things to do with one Lisa Cuddy.

She was everything he'd ever wanted. She was beautiful, intelligent, witty, strong, and the only person capable of standing up to him. She was everything he could ever need and still, she was everything he was afraid to have.

Having meaningless women, a hooker here, a date with an employee there, that was easy, it satisfied him enough to function, and it kept him safe. But those things no longer helped, he didn't care about any of that any more. He wanted her. He didn't just want a hot body and a quick one night, he wanted it all, more than he'd ever wanted it before, and because he could now admit it to himself, he felt more scared than he ever had in his life.

Wilson had been right when he'd said that House was scared that she would be the one, the only one. He was scared shitless of screwing this up, because if he couldn't make it work with the one woman who'd stood by him for over twenty years, he'd never make it with anyone else.

And, for Greg House, the best way to stay safe was to stay away. After all, the best way not to fail is to never try.

As he attempted to convince himself, once again, that trying anything would only hurt everyone involved more than not trying would, the sound of the ringing telephone broke the silence.

Rolling onto his other side and picking up the receiver of the offending object, he spoke "what?"

On the other end, Cuddy found herself unable to do anything but switch off the phone. What had she been thinking? He wouldn't give a damn if she needed help or not. He'd just tell her to call Wilson and go back to his Vicodin and scotch. It was pointless.

Staring angrily at his phone House quickly checked his received calls ready to call whoever it had been back and insult them. But all he did when the name showed up on the screen was stare at it.

In that moment, as he registered that Cuddy had called him, his mind flashed back to the night, a few months previously, when she'd done the same, the night she'd thought their son was dead.

And as he pondered the possibility of her being in trouble, of him being in trouble, House felt his earlier fears be replaced with new and stronger ones as his fingers found the buttons on his cell and he dialled her number.

Surprised by the ringing telephone, Cuddy attempted to compose herself as best she could, her body still rocking with sobs before picking up.

"Hello?" she whispered into the phone as her son's crying reached whole new levels.

"Uh, Cuddy?" she heard House's voice on the other end as her heart skipped a beat.

"House?"

"You called me?" House asked, his heart pounding in his chest as the two people within him fought for dominance.

"I …"

As she broke down sobbing again, Cuddy held the phone tighter to her face. He wouldn't care, but she had to talk to someone.

"I can't … I'm just so …"

"What's wrong?" she heard House ask with a level of worry on her voice that she had not expected.

"He's … and I'm …" she cried

"Cuddy?"

Hiding her head in her hands, Cuddy sobbed harder as her son cried at his highest possible volume. It was really quite remarkable how a voice so loud could come out of someone so small.

"Lisa?" House called into the phone catching Cuddy off guard.

As he heard his son's crying and Cuddy's sobs, House felt Greg take control of the situation.

"Lise, what's wrong?" he asked

"I need, I just … Wilson wouldn't pick up and … I need …"

Shaking his head, Greg stood up and looked around for his keys, cursing as he remembered his inability to drive.

"I'll be right there, Cuddy, ok?" he asked as he searched around for a post it he knew had the cab number on it.

"Cuddy?" he called as she didn't reply "you there?"

"Yes"

"Did you hear me?" he asked her "I'm on my way, ok?"

"I … I did, thank you …"

Without another word, House switched off and proceeded to punch the cab number into his phone.

House usually hated cabs. He hated not having control of the situation and he hated having to pay for his ride. Right then, he also hated the smell of the cab which he couldn't quite identify and, truth be told, didn't really want to.

But unlike every other time he'd ridden in a cab, tonight he had no intention of yelling at the driver, of insulting him or his driving skills. His mind was too busy picturing what it was that had driven Cuddy so far into desperation that she'd called him.

"Left here" he said automatically as they approached Cuddy's street

"What number?" the driver asked in an accent that House couldn't place

"67" he replied taking out his wallet as the houses past by and her's became visible with almost all its lights on.

"Number 67" said the driver as he stopped the car in front of it

Opening the door, House handed the man a twenty, not even checking what it was he needed to pay "here you go"

"Thank you!" replied the driver with a smile as he went on his way, not wanting to stick around in case the man changed his mind and decided to only pay the 6 dollars 45 he actually owed.

Limping up to Cuddy's door, House began to hear the sound of his crying son and, out of no where, he felt the need to comfort him, to find out what was wrong and make it better. Later, he'd realise that it was his paternal instinct kicking in.

"Cuddy?" he called as he rung the door bell.

Nothing

"Cuddy?!" he called again this time banging on the door with his cane

Again, nothing

"Lisa!"

When, at his third try, he got no reply, House bent down as best he could and retrieved the small silver key from under the vase by the door.

From the moment he entered the entrance hall of Cuddy's home, House registered the mess. There were toys about everywhere, a baby bottle on the desk by the doorway to the living room, shoes by the stairs, the lights were on in every room and the sound of crying filled the house completely.

"Cuddy?!" he called out again, slowly walking down the corridor towards what he knew was the baby's room.

"Cuddy?" he asked more softly as he spotted her on the floor next to her son's crib, her head in her hands, her eyes closed.

"Cuddy!" he yelled hoping it would wake her up.

Awoken from her dream, Cuddy flinched away from the bright light that filled the room. Had she just heard House's voice?

Just as she was about to convince herself that she hadn't, she spotted him by the doorway, the expression on his face showing a mixture of relief and worry.

"House?" she asked as she slowly stood, one hand finding the side of the crib for balance "what are you doing here?"

"You called me" he replied frowning as she looked at his face with a questioning look

"I did?"

Nodding, House moved closer to her, examining her face carefully "You don't remember?" he asked

"I thought I was dreaming …" she replied just as the baby's screams grew louder and grabbed House's attention "Ah!" cried Cuddy as she looked down at the little baby "I don't know what he wants! I can't do it!! I'm alone and … I just can't …"

Looking down at his crying son, House felt emotions he never had before and, before his brain could even register what he was doing, he reached down into the crib and picked up the baby.

For a few seconds, there was only the sound of crying as Cuddy broke down again at the sight before her and the baby proceeded to cry. Then, out of nowhere, silence began to fill the room. As the baby's cries subsided, Cuddy's did too as shock took over exhaustion.

As he registered the silence, House looked down at the child he was holding and felt his arm tighten around him making sure he was secure. He couldn't believe he'd done it. He was not only holding his son, but he'd made him stop crying. And just as House felt a small smile tugging at his lips, the baby's blue eyes met his and House knew he had been an idiot for ever staying away. In that moment, looking into his son's blue eyes, so like his, House made the conscious decision to change, even if it took his whole life, he'd be to that kid what his father had never been to him, he'd be his father and, damn it, he'd make him proud.

"How did you …" began Cuddy as she continued to cry quietly, her heart aching as she saw House hold their son in his good arm, his wounded one raising, as best it could in a cast, to hold the side of the crib for balance as he found himself standing without a cane.

"Shh" he whispered to her "you need to rest"

"I can't he'll …"

"Lisa" House began turning to face her, suddenly realising how close they were "please, you need to rest, you can't do this all by yourself"

"I don't have a choice" she replied as a tear fell down her cheek as she looked down at her son's eyes which were staring at House.

"Lise" he whispered as he raised his bad arm to brush away the tear "you do" he said looking into her eyes.

Shaking her head, Cuddy took a step away from House letting out the breath she'd been holding in.

"You'll go and I'll have to stay here … I can't …"

Taking a step towards her without even thinking about it, House spoke "I'll stay"

Surprised, Cuddy looked up to find him, once again in close proximity "what?"

"I'll stay, ok? You need to sleep, I, I can stay and make sure everything's ok …" he almost whispered, his heart pounding with fear as he said the words, as he put himself out there.

"There's no point" she argued "I won't be able to sleep, I'll be too worried …"

"Lise, please, this isn't good for you" he said rubbing her upper arm slightly with his hand

After looking down at the connection between them, Cuddy looked up into his blue eyes and felt the tears build up around her eyes again. She hated to be there, with him being so nice, trying to look out for her and holding their son when she was lying to him, when she knew something that would undoubtedly hurt him.

"House, I …" she began as she saw him move closer to her "I …"

"Shh" he whispered moving the hand that had been on her arm around to her back. He knew what she wanted to tell him and, even though he wanted to get that mess settled, he wanted her to go to sleep more, he didn't want to cause her any more pain.

"Come on" he said manoeuvring her out of the room and towards the spare bedroom they'd both become so familiar with.

"Thank you" she whispered to him as she lay down on the bed and felt sleep wash over her.

Smiling, House looked down at her and, for the first time since he'd arrived, took in her appearance. She did look tired, no doubt, but she also looked beautiful and even happy. But what struck House the most wasn't so much her appearance as what she was wearing. And even there, it wasn't her old tight jeans or stripy socks that caught his attention it was the shirt she was wearing. The grey t-shirt that read "John's Hopkins" in red across the front.

With another smile, House walked around the bed and out of the room. With Cuddy now asleep, he focused on the tiny baby he was holding.

His son was currently wearing a small blue onesy with a small giraffe cartoon on the chest, his arms were waving randomly before his small face, and his feet were kicking at House's hand.

"Hi" House whispered to him as he took as seat in the nursery

The only response he got from the baby was a blink

"I'm …" House took a breath "I'm your dad, kid" he smiled and, once again the baby blinked

Smiling at the baby, House tightened his arm a little "do you have a name?" he asked the baby who, obviously, didn't reply "no?" he smiled again "how's Ben? Huh? You look like a Ben …"

At that the baby let out a small sound somewhere between a sigh and a yelp, his cheeks moving involuntarily in what could be interpreted as a smile.

"Yea, I like it too" said House.

As he sat there with his son, he realised that no one would ever believe he was there. No one would ever believe that Greg House could be alone with a child without running, that he could hold a baby without it crying and, most of all, that he could hold so much love in his eyes.

As he looked up at his father, the baby opened his little mouth in what had to be the most adorable yawn House had ever seen.

"Oh, great, now you want to sleep …" he said standing up slowly, balancing himself against the shelf beside him "here's a ground rule, kid" he started as he moved towards the crib "bugging your mommy is fun, believe me, but let's not be selfish, you can't have all the fun to yourself and exhaust her, we have to work as a team, ok Ben?" he asked the baby as he slowly placed the covers over his small body and his eyes closed.

With one more yawn, his son fell asleep leaving House looking at him with a smile on his face. After a few seconds, he found himself yawning as well and, grabbing his cane from beside the crib, limped over to the spare bedroom to check on Cuddy.

Not surprisingly, House found Cuddy to be fast asleep on her side of the bed, a small smile on her face even through the exhaustion.

Moving slowly so as not to make too much noise with his cane, House sat on the free side of the bed and looked at her.

God, she was gorgeous. Shaking his head and wiping those thoughts from his mind, he lay down and, much to his surprise was quickly joined by Cuddy who had just rolled over and met him on his side of the bed.

Once surprise had worn off, he merely smiled and moved an arm around her as he too closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Seven hours later, House felt Cuddy stir and immediately heard his son's cries.

"I'll get him" he whispered to her and smiled as he immediately dropped her head back onto the pillow and fell asleep again.

"What do you want, Ben?" he asked his son as he picked him up

Judging by the way he was opening his mouth as he cried and the fact that he'd been fast asleep for seven hours, House assumed he was hungry.

"Can't really help you on that front, kid" he smiled as he began to walk around the room hoping he'd fall back asleep.

As the cries just grew louder, House shook his head "ok, ok, I'll check the kitchen …"

"You're in luck" House smiled down as he pulled a bottle of milk from Cuddy's fridge. She was probably trying to get him used to the bottle before she had to go back to work.

"Now, do I heat this or …" House asked his son looking quizzically at the bottle. Not having a clue, he sighed "let's give it a try" and he moved the bottle closer to the baby's mouth.

After what House was sure wasn't even a second, the baby turned his face away from the bottle and began to cry again.

"Right, ok, ok, I'm heating it, just chill for a second, ok?" he said as he balanced his son in one arm and used the other to place the bottle in the microwave "two minutes should do it, right?" he asked no one in particular as he leaned against Cuddy's counter top.

"You're a lot of work, you know that?" House asked the baby as he continued to whimper.

Not entirely sure what to do, House turned him into an upright position and attempted to entertain him by moving up and down on the spot; he'd try anything if it meant no more crying.

Ding

"There ya go, see, it wasn't too bad" he said opening the microwave and taking out the bottle "Lets hope this isn't too warm …" he spoke as he placed the bottle to his son's mouth and smiled as he began to drink.

With a smile still on his face, House did his best to limp towards the living room where he slowly dropped onto the couch.

"You know, you're surprisingly hungry for someone so small" he remarked tilting the bottle a little more.

Two hours later, Cuddy awoke to find the place beside her on the bed empty. She was pretty sure that House had been there, it had felt too real to be a dream, and yet he wasn't there now.

She was surprisingly unsurprised. Sure, he'd said he'd stay, but over the years she'd learnt not to trust House's word, why should now be any different.

Getting out of bed and stretching her arms out above her, Cuddy began her walk towards the nursery to check on her son. But, as she passed by the living room, something caught her eye and ear and she stopped, just behind the doorway to listen.

"You need changing, don't you?" she heard House ask "well, too bad, I can handle a lot, but I am not changing your diaper … sorry, Ben, not going to happen"

From her place, Cuddy could see House holding the baby up in the air in front of him and she felt a smile creep onto her face.

"You're going to have to wait for your mommy for that, kid, I …"

"How long have you been up?" Cuddy asked him from the doorway

Looking over his shoulder surprised, House placed the baby back against his chest "since seven, why?"

"He didn't wake up before then?" she asked surprised

House shook his head "obviously not"

"Does he need feeding?"

House shook his head again "found the bottles in the fridge"

"Did you …"

"Warm it? Yea" he replied with a smile to his son

"I hear he needs changing" she smiled and let out a little laugh as House held the baby out to her as she began to walk into the room.

A while after Cuddy had left the room with their son, House took in a deep breath and began his limp towards the nursery.

"Thanks for getting him" Cuddy said over her shoulder from the changing table

Shrugging, House replied "he's not too bad"

Smiling down at her son, knowing that House couldn't see her, Cuddy asked "really?"

Knowing she couldn't see him, House merely nodded and kept staring at the back of Cuddy's head.

When she turned with a now changed baby in her arms, Cuddy was surprised with the intensity of House's stare.

Tearing her eyes away from him, Cuddy placed the baby back in his crib and began to move out of the room, but she found her way blocked by House's shoulder.

Looking up at him, Cuddy saw things in his face that she had only ever dreamed of seeing, and it made her hate herself even more. As he slowly bent towards her, his lips taking the shortest path towards hers, she found herself moving back a little and, just as House opened his eyes to question her, she felt a tear slip down her cheeks and moved around him and out of the room.

Turning on his heel, House followed her into the living room and watched her from the doorway as she sat on the couch and looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.

"I … I can't …" she whispered trying to avert her gaze from his.

Frowning, House just looked at her, waiting for some sort of explanation.

When she began to talk, he hung his head and moved towards the couch, taking a seat beside her.

"I … I can't because, because I don't want to lie to you, I …"

Shaking his head, House turned to face her "lie to me?"

"I should have told you, I, I knew, and I told Wilson but, but we thought you wouldn't, we thought you wouldn't care, you never cared, you …"

"Lisa" House began trying to cut in and save her the trouble of having to be the one to say it, but she wasn't about to be interrupted.

"I'm so sorry, I should have told you, you deserved to know, after all, he's …" but she was cut off by House's fingers on her lips.

He didn't want to hear her say it, he didn't want her to beat herself up for it. And if she wasn't going to let him speak, he would have to stop her some other way.

"House, I …" Cuddy tried to speak through his fingers.

"No …" he whispered "Don't …"

"But …" she began but he cut her off again

"I know"

Those two words were enough for Cuddy to pull back and look at him in shock.

"You know, what?" she asked, her voice suddenly utterly confused

Closing his eyes and leaning his head slightly forwards, House nodded "I know that Ben is my son" he replied

For a few seconds, Cuddy just sat there in stunned silence, then she spoke "I … how?"

Smiling, House looked up into her eyes "when you were in hospital a few months back, I was searching your office to find out what was wrong and saw the scan, I did the math, he had to be …" he explained with a small smile on his face

"I …" Cuddy shook her head "I'm so sorry" she whispered as she got ready to stand from the couch, fearing his reaction now that it was out.

But, whatever she had expected, she had never expected what followed.

First she felt his hand on her wrist, then she felt him pull her back down to the couch and, finally, she felt his fingertips on her lips again as she prepared to speak and he looked into her eyes "don't be sorry"

"Bu …"

"No" he shook his head with a smile "I wouldn't have told me" he explained "I'm sorry, Cuddy, I … I should have stepped up and helped, I should …" he shook his head "I want to … I, I know I'm the last person you'd ever want around, but, I want in, Lisa" House said now looking into her eyes "I want to be in his life and … and I want you"

For a few seconds, there was silence between them, then Cuddy broke down into what could be taken as both sobs and laughter as her head fell forwards onto House's shoulder.

"You ok?" House asked her

Cuddy merely nodded "I am" smiling, she pulled back from his shoulder and looked into his eyes "you just have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that"

Smiling back at her, House finally leaned in for a kiss and, this time, neither had any intention of stopping.

First everything was slow, their closed lips merely pressed together like two young kids sharing their first kiss. Then House's hand moved to her waist pulling her closer, and hers to his face, rubbing her thumb over the stubble she found there. After that, the kiss escalated, as their lips opened and their tongues mingled, they moved closer, House leaning forwards and Cuddy backwards, his injured arm lying at an angle on the couch beside Cuddy as his free hand roamed the curves of her side.

"I love you" he whispered as he trailed his lips up her jaw line and up to her ear "and I love him" he added as he moved back from her and looked into her eyes. And it was true, with those seven words, he'd said it all, he'd said more than he'd ever done before and, much to his surprise, it no longer scared him.

Smiling beside him, Cuddy closed her eyes and turned her face towards him, finding his lips with her own. Now facing him, she opened her eyes and, her lips still moving over his, smiled. It was all she could ask from him, it was all she'd ever need, and it was exactly what she felt. "I love you too" she whispered against his lips as her grey eyes remained fixed on his blue ones.

Feeling his smile against her lips, Cuddy closed her eyes again and allowed herself to, once again, become lost in his kiss.

And there they remained for what could have been minutes or hours until the sound of crying filled the room.

"I'll get him" House said with a smile as he got up off Cuddy and reached for his cane

"You sure?" Cuddy asked him watching as he limped with his cane in his left hand.

With a nod, House exited the living room.

"Great timing, kid" he spoke as he dropped his cane against the crib and used his good arm to pick the baby up.

Waving his arms around, the little boy seemed completely unfazed by his father's comment.

"We're gonna have to work on it, aren't we?" he asked the little boy who merely looked up at him with wide blue eyes.

"Got him" House told Cuddy as he limped heavily back into the living room.

"He can't be hungry already" said Cuddy looking at her watch "according to you, he ate just two hours ago, I just changed him …"

Looking down at his son who was now busy trying to reach his father's stubble with his tiny arms, House frowned "I'd say Ben, here, was just missing the attention …"

"Ben?" Cuddy asked taking the boy from House's arms and looking down at him

"Why not?" House joked

Suddenly Cuddy looked curious and serious "why Ben?"

Shrugging, House looked down at his son choosing to go with "he just looks like a Ben" rather than the real reason.

"Just that, no other reason?" Cuddy asked recognising the expression on his face

Hanging his head, House spoke in a low voice, still unsure about all this opening up "My mother wanted to call me Benjamin when I was born, but my father said it was too wimpy a name for his son, he wanted me to be John, but my mom managed to negotiate Greg … I just thought … if you don't like it, it's …"

"No" Cuddy smiled, thoroughly enjoying this new side of House "I love it"

Looking at his son, House smiled "Benjamin House, sounds good to me" he added looking up at Cuddy with a smile

"Actually, Benjamin Gregory House" she corrected with a smile. Unable to find the words to thank her for placing his name in there, House merely leaned forwards and kissed her.

As soon as the kiss began to become more passionate, the small child between them began to cry and, with a sigh and a smile at House, Cuddy stood.

"Come on, Ben" she said "lets get you to sleep"

As he watched Cuddy and her son leave the room, House sat back on the couch and smiled. He still had a long way to go until he was the perfect father, but damn it, he as going to try, because, now that he knew what it was like to have them both, he was willing do just about anything it took to keep them in his life.

And in that moment, it dawned on him. His son hadn't ever been just a foetus. He was his foetus and, somehow, that made all the difference.

The End

As promised, you have a happy ending and a named baby :D
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