Summary: The developing of a Love Affair in Years with ups and downs - Huddy.

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A Co-writing by Klara Papkin and Miss Mila

Chapter 15 – When You Wish Upon A Star

Later that night, House and Cuddy were trying to get some sleep at Cuddy's place, but without any success. Given the days events, however, that was understandable. They were both tossing and turning, not able to relax.

Cuddy finally spoke, "You can't get any sleep either?" She turns her head to look at him.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He asks, turning to look in her sweet, gray eyes.

Cuddy shakes her head. "I can't sleep either. What's on your mind?" She asks, giving him an interrogative glare.

He sighs. "Many things. Us. The wedding. Rachel…Michelle."

"Do you…do you have any regrets?"

"About what?"

"Us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you sure you were, you know, ready to marry me?"

He looks at her incredulously. "You know I was."

"I know…I'm just making sure."

"Besides, isn't it a bit late to be asking me that?"

"24 hours haven't passed yet. We could always have it annulled."

House sits up and takes her face into his hands. "Lisa…I love you, I always have. I know I surprised you, you prefer to keep things under control, and to have a plan for everything, but…"

"But what?"

"But, life isn't like that. Life isn't predictable, and you've taught me that ever since we started our relationship. Thanks to you I realized that I wanted all this. I wanted to be surrounded by the unexpected; I wanted to live my life with joy. I wanted to take care of you and Rachel, to commit. I wanted to have a family, and I feel amazing about it. I really would like to…" He stops suddenly.

"You really would like to, what?"

"Nothing."

"Greg. What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I told you, just…forget it."

"I can tell it's important. Come on, you're my husband, you can tell me everything." She had a pleading look in her eyes now.

"I told you, it's not important."

"Greg…you don't have to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Nothing."

"Greg, please. Remember? In plenty and in want, in join and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."

"Okay, fine. I…I would like us to have a baby. Our baby."

Cuddy covered her mouth with her hand. "You…you want what?"

House shook his head and dropped his gaze. "Look, I'm sorry, Lisa. Forget I mentioned it. It was selfish of me; I didn't even think about what I was saying. I'm too old…you've already miscarried before…I'm sorry."

"A child…"

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you. Just…forget about it. I don't want you to be mad at me."

"No."

"You can't forgive me?"

She smiles, and it looks like she's holding back a laugh. "I mean, there isn't anything for you to be forgiven about."

"Really? Because I think that I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut. I talked before thinking, as usual. And I hurt you. I let a silly childish dream ruin my first wedding night."

"Will you stop acting, just for once?!?" She said, once he stopped talking.

That shut House up. He looked at her questioningly.

Cuddy took a deep breath; she took House's hand, and stroked it, calming him down. "Greg…have you ever thought that sometimes dreams come true?"

"And what do you mean by that?"

"That the unexpected isn't the impossible…"

"So…"

This time Cuddy did laugh. "I mean, my dear Diagnostician, that you missed something."

House was confused by her behavior.

"For example?"

"For example, I'm pregnant." She smiles at him in triumph and waits for his reactions.

House stares at her with wide eyes. He's looking at his wife's beautiful naked form, and for the first time, he realizes that there's a slight curve on her usually flat abdomen. How could he be so blind? Now he notices other changes, like the fact that her breasts are starting to get bigger. And now this even explains the new glow on her face. The glow that makes pregnant women more beautiful than ever. Finally he responds, "You're pregnant?" Shock is in his voice, and his eyes.

"Yep." And with that she places his hand on her abdomen. It's too soon to feel the baby moving, but the warmth of her body is giving House a sense of peace. And now he knows that his baby is there.

House frowned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"We were all so busy with the benefit and the documents for Mick…I didn't even have the time to think about it and concentrate on myself."

"How long have you known?"

"Two weeks."

"You kept this secret for two entire weeks without telling me?" He almost sounded mad.

"Come on Greg…We have plenty of time…"

And then House smiled. "You evil woman…" He said teasingly.

Cuddy feigned shock. "Language, House! The Baby is listening."

"Oh for God's sake…I'm ruined!" HE lightly slaps a hand on his cheek.

"Poor daddy dearest…" She says jokingly, caressing his hair and then kissing him.

"Can I at least know how far along you are?" He says, pulling apart and needing air.

"Two months." She replies, kissing him again, deepening it this time.

"I can't believe this is really happening." He moans against her lips.

Cuddy nodded, "Neither can I."

"How are you feeling?" House asks, pulling back and turning serious.

"Splendid. Seriously," she added at his disbelieving look, "I'm fine. I haven't had problems of any sort. No morning sickness, nothing. I mean, I am tired a bit, from time to time, but that's it."

"You should be careful, you know."

"I will be." She leans her head against his chest, and he embraces her and kisses her forehead. His mind is elsewhere, lost in his own little world. She looks up at him, smiling. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm hoping that I'll be a good father."

"You certainly will be."

H: "I'm glad you think so."

Cuddy smiles, "I know my husband."

He lifts her chin with his finger and examines her face with his deep blue eyes.

"Greg…what are you doing?" She asks, curious and amused at the same time. Personally, she doesn't mind.

"I'm examining you." He responds seriously, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What for?" She asks, lifting up an eyebrow.

"I want to remember my wife's face when I discovered she was pregnant with my child."

"Our child." She corrects.

"Our child." He agrees with a nod, and they make love for the rest of the night.

The next day House insists that Cuddy should take a morning's rest before the start of the funeral function. He and Wilson would take care of everything. When he left, Cuddy sits down with Rachel and explains that Michelle has gone away and become an Angel for them, and that she was looking over them in Heaven. Rachel was upset, but she understood.

For the second time in the short span of less than 48 hours the chapel of the hospital is crowded with people. But this moment, unlike the one from before, is not a moment of joy. Even the children from the orphanage are here, as are all her friends from the Pediatric Yard.

A small white coffin with white roses on it is placed near the altar. It's not closed yet, so people could say their last goodbyes to her. House is surprised how alive she looks. She doesn't seem dead at all. Her lips are still bright red; her cheeks naturally pink. She looks like a forest nymph, exactly like the first time House saw her.

After the priest says a few words, House is asked to come to the altar and say something.

He grabs his cane and limps up to the altar. "Everybody knows that I'm not one to speak in public. So, please, forgive me. I'll try my best. I-I loved this girl. We all loved her. That's why Lisa and I decided to foster her. Unfortunately fate decided that we couldn't be together as a family for long, but to each one of us she gave a gift. And for that, we thank her. She taught me how to ease my pain; how to focus on the other things in life. Mick, I really hope you become an Angel. If you do, keep an eye on Rachel, she wants to be a dancer now. And keep an eye on your mum and me. We really need it. God knows how many things are going to be changing in our lives now. I'm sorry you're not going to be a part of it. Because, well, there's some news." He pauses for a moment, and looks at Cuddy, who knows exactly where he's going with this. Then he turns to the rest of the crowd, having almost forgotten they were there. "Our family is growing, Darling. Mum is pregnant."

Everybody turns to Cuddy, who's blushing slightly, tears on her face, but she's happy. Their life is going to be okay. It's going to be complete. House finishes his speech. "Thanks for everything, Michelle. We will always love you, and never forget you. God bless you darling." He goes down from the altar and approaches the coffin. Michelle is dressed in the dress she wore to the wedding. He places a kiss on her forehead, and says goodbye for the last time. He reaches his seat next to Cuddy, and places a hand on her abdomen, and a kiss on her lips.

It's time to think of their new life months go by…

The following months quickly pass by.

Cuddy's pregnancy goes on smoothly without any sorts of problems. The only trace of her pregnancy is her growing belly.

She feels very lucky, since usually, at her age, complications are almost always a given. But everything is going fine.

When she was somewhere around her fourth month, she and House were having a fight over another exam he wanted to perform. She was arguing that these exams weren't necessary, when all of a sudden she froze in surprise. She shuts up immediately and places a hand on her now prominent abdomen. She can't keep herself from smiling.

House gets scared, "Lisa? Are you all right? Is the baby all right? Is anything wrong? Please tell me."

She doesn't speak, but just grabs his hand and places it where hers was. House is shocked, and he smiles, saying with a tremble in his voice, "He…he's kicking."

"It's the first time I've felt him moving." She looks back to House. "Which exam were you talking about?"

"Nothing. Never mind. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's fine. I mean…we're fine."

"I can tell."

Five months later Cuddy gives birth to her daughter: Elizabeth Michelle House. A beautiful and healthy girl with dark curls and big, bright, blue eyes. She weighs 3 Kilos and is 50 cm long. Absolutely perfect.

A few hours after the delivery, Cuddy, who'd been sleeping, wakes up. She's a bit tired, but can stand up. Wanting to see her baby she goes to the prenatal room, where all the other babies are sleeping.

Liz's spot is empty, and after a second of irrational panic, Cuddy realizes that there's only one person who could've taken her baby. She goes to bring her back.

She enters House's office and what she sees simply takes her breath away. House is sleeping on his long armchair, lying down with his legs up. On his left side is Rachel. He has an arm wrapped tightly around her, her head on his chest, and one of her hands is resting on her sister's legs. Elizabeth is sleeping peacefully on the right side of her father's chest. Her little mouth is slightly open, forming an almost-heart. Her expression is one that babies have with people they truly trust. House is smiling in his dreams. And Cuddy can't help but to secretly take a picture with the camera on his desk.

Cuddy then sits on House's right side, careful not to wake up her husband and wonderful daughters. Her life couldn't be any better.

Careful not to wake up the girls, she caresses House's cheek with her hand, and then drops a light kiss on his lips. House responds to her. When they finally take a breath he thinks of how nice it is to wake up to his wife's beautiful face.

"Hey."

"Good morning sleeping daddy."

"Aren't you supposed to be resting in bed?"

"Yes. But then I missed my baby. And then I saw that someone took her, so I came to get her back."

House smiled, "I couldn't stay away from her." He smiled at his daughter. "She's beautiful."

"She's ours." She lightly kisses her daughter's forehead. "How are they doing?" She asks, indicating to Rachel and the baby with her head.

"They love each other," he replies with a smirk, as if there was ever any doubt they wouldn't.

"Good." She strokes Rachel's hair gently.

Rachel wakes up and blinks her big eyes. "Mommy!" She yells.

"Ssshh," Cuddy reprimands lightly, "You'll wake your sister."

Rachel tightly embraces her mother. "I missed you, mom."

"I missed you, too, Darling."

"When will you come back home?"

"In a few days. I need to stay with Elizabeth in the hospital for a few more days."

Rachel nods, understanding. Suddenly a question flashes through her eyes. "Mum? When can I play with my little sister? She's too little, now."

Cuddy smiles, Rachel was always adorable. "She'll grow up quickly, you'll see."

"Fine. I can't wait!"

Cuddy laughs, "I'll need your help with your sister, Rachel. Will you do it?"

"Sure! I'm the big sister, now!" She says proudly.

"Princess, why don't you go to Uncle James in his office now. He's waiting for us to go for pizza later tonight."

"Okay, Dad. Good night, Mum."

"Night, Rachel."

They were alone, then. "Let me take you to your room now."

"Okay."

House asked a nurse to take a crib to Cuddy's room so that she can have the baby by her side.

House slowly lowers Elizabeth into the crib. The two parents can't stop watching her.

"Now go to bed, Lisa. You need to rest."

"All right." She's not up for arguing tonight. She lies back in her bed.

House covers her with sheets. He caresses her cheek softly and then kisses her forehead and then her lips. "You and the girls are the most precious things of my life. I love you all."

"I know."

"Will you forgive the fact that it took me so long to get to this point?"

"Greg. There's a moment in life for everything. A moment to meet. To learn. To understand. A moment for friendship. And sometimes that friendship can turn into something more, like love. Those moments can turn into something longer. And that's what happened to us."

"Yep. Ours was definitely a love affair in years." He secretly mused that one day a story would be written about their love.

Cuddy grabbed his hands. "What we have, it's real. Our love truly exists. And it'll last forever."

"I love you, Lisa."

"I love you, Greg."

And they lived happily, ever, after.